Kenny scoot his tray to one side of him, and leaned towards it, pulling his legs up on the opposite side. He was at least decent enough to keep his feet off of the edge. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a staff member shake his head in irritation, and it made him grin.
"They couldn’t spare enough.. supervision, anymore." Kenny sneered, looking back to Craig as he ripped into his piece of bread. "It may or may not have had to do with a certain student who kept pulling other students away behind back alleys."
He shut one of his eyes and looked over the piece of bread like a fake stupid gun, until he spotted a blond across the cafeteria that made him grin. “There’s one of the ones pulled,” Kenny commented airily. He made a kissy-face and winked at the poor boy, who flinched inwardly in a blush and started to visibly shake from the pressure of being watched. It made Kenny chuckle sadistically.
The staff member Kenny had noticed earlier had made his way over to their table and folded his arms, leering over him like he’d be intimidated.
Kenny looked up at him slowly. “Can I help you, bro?”
"Feet. Off." The man demanded simply. When Kenny wouldn’t budge, he took the liberty of shoving Kenny’s legs off of the table himself. "And fix the way you dress when you go back to your room. It’s disgraceful."
"Don’t touch me," Kenny said through a glare. He was, however, entirely ignored when the man turned to Craig.
"Tucker, right? We’re sorry to make you room with this kid, but he really isn’t someone you want to be hanging around with. Scum like him’s only gonna get you in a fine amount of trouble."
Kenny’s expression went from pissed to nearly disgusted. Yeah, he was a pretty terrible influence, but this was someone who was actually hanging out with him. What fucking right did this douchebag have, coming over here to say shit? Kenny, however, kept his mouth shut.
Craig watched Kenny eye the blond across the room. He couldn’t help but to think What a whore, but after a second of eyeing Kenny again, he added What a sexy whore. As long as Kenny was clean, he didn’t actually care how many people Kenny messed around with. The look on the poor blond kid’s face, though, made Craig wonder what exactly Kenny did to people. He always had willing participants… right?
Before he could properly think about how illogical that train of thought was, or comment on it at all, he was interrupted by some form of supervisor telling Kenny to get his feet off the table. Didn’t they have cleaning people for a reason? Kenny should have been able to put his feet wherever the fuck he wanted to.
And really, the dress code was fucking bullshit anyway. Why should they have to dress nicely just to eat? What if they got food all over their shirts or something? Then they’d have to buy new ones that that would be fucking obnoxious.
He raised an eyebrow when he was addressed, clearly unimpressed with this guys fucking attitude. Even though he’d just met Kenny, hearing a word like scum used to describe him pissed Craig the fuck off. He narrowed his eyes up at the man before dissolving into a more pleasant look.
In his most proper voice, he began to speak. “I’m sorry, sir, what was your name? Oh wait, never mind, I don’t actually give a shit.” He shook his head to dismiss the question before continuing. “I happen to like that asshole over there, and you talking down on him isn’t going to change my opinion. You need my respect before you can influence my opinion. And let me tell you, walking over here and acting like you’re hot shit is not going to earn you that.”
He glanced down at his unfinished food, his stomach still rumbling. Somehow, though, he didn’t want to stay in the cafeteria anymore. He took his tray, stood, and handed it to the man he’d been so offended by. He didn’t even look to see the man’s slacked jaw or wide eyes. He didn’t care.
"Come on, sweet cheeks, lets go be bad influences in the privacy of our own room," he said, motioning for Kenny to follow him.
It would be a miracle if he actually go to stay in that school for long. That was the second teacher on his first day that he’d cussed at. Ah well. It would serve his stupid parents right for sending him there in there first place.
He started to walk away without looking to see if Kenny was following. He was fairly sure he could find his own way back if Kenny didn’t, though he was pretty sure Kenny wouldn’t want to sit there alone after that. Craig couldn’t really bring himself to care either way. He was pissed off and all he wanted was to get away from superior individuals.