Prashad did not like him any more than he did, in fact Prashad made it his business to make his life miserable, well Prashad could try to piss him off all he wanted, but he wasn't going to sit somewhere else cause Prashad wanted him to.

So he took a seat right at the table, right opposite Prashad and stared defiantly into his dark black eyes. Daring him, to tell him to leave. Prashad glared back for a few seconds and then got up and moved away.

Feeling a sharp sense of victory he looked around at the 7 others around the table. Barely 10 seconds had passed when 3 of them finished their food and left together, bringing their plates to the washpoint at the other end of the canteen.

Two of the remaining four decided to get up and buy drinks. Jax sat to his left, and Wilson was the only one left on the other side of the table. He ate slowly at his own relaxed pace, oblivious to any of the happenings around.

Jax stared ahead sullenly, and he knew what his friend was telling him, I'm here for you now, but you really make my life difficult sometimes. He glanced to his left, Prashad was sitting there, he had apparently joined the other class table, and the other half of the class that hadn't bought their food earlier joined him there too.

And they were clearly enjoying themselves.

He felt an impossibly cold, yet white hot anger grow in his stomach, and shovelled another spoonful of food though his throat as Jax cleared out the contents of his plate, and walked off without making conversation.

There would be a next time.