The sound of the fists and grunts slowly started to echo off the restroom's tiled walls. Ryan's back hit the sink as a loud gasp left his mouth, blocking a punch that still damaged his arms down to the bones.
His ribs started to scream from the earlier kick. Every breath felt like dragging knives through his chest.
Another blow came, then another right after that. Three of them didn't spare any mercy to him—all taller, older, and built like thugs who probably belonged behind bars and not inside a school restroom.
The biggest one grinned. "You think you can listen to our stuff and we will let you walk away that easily, fatty?"
Ryan's fists trembled, fingers ached. "I... didn't hear anything."
The skinny one cut him off with a punch, which crashed into his shoulder joint. Ryan stumbled backwards, coughing; pain started to erupt through his every muscle. His body was still drained from his fight earlier; his stamina hadn't recovered yet.
[DING!]
