Silas’s simmering rage intensified as he watched the strange boy, the one with baggy jeans, who had been the cause of his crashing fall. The boy, seemingly without a care in the world, hurried off as if his collision with Silas had been nothing more than a mild inconvenience. Silas's scowl deepened, and his knuckles were clenching at his sides.
He was torn between grudging admiration for the boy’s nonchalant audacity and a simmering, white-hot fury at being made a fool of. He was ready to unleash a torrent of hell, and this new person had the nerve to walk away from him. Did he have a death wish? He would give him a bullet to the head if he wasn't afraid someone would snitch on him; no, he wouldn't waste it on that poor excuse of a teenager.

Scoffing derisively, Silas brushed off his slightly dirtied clothes, carefully removing all physical evidence of his undignified tumble. He stood up, his eyes narrowing while he glared balefully at anyone who so much as looked like they were contemplating making eye contact with him. His mouth was already forming expletives on his tongue; luckily, he didn't shout them. So what, he was a horrible person.
He forced his way towards the spot he had been occupying only minutes ago, before his world had been rudely disrupted by Ari, a spot where he could watch Daria talk, his mind in a twisted kind of trance with all sorts of fantasies, just for a fleeting bit. As he approached, a bitter envy that he couldn't understand washed over him, tainting his insides with something close to jealousy.
Ari. That was the boy’s name. Silas filed it away, engraving it into his memory alongside countless others he'd collected. He couldn't decide whether it was to put in the back of his head lest he be called that to himself, his name not being that, or whether he would torment the other into going insane. 
He remained silent, a silent observer to their interaction, the anger starting to abate slowly. A hint of amusement flickered in his grey eyes as he took in Daria’s reaction to Ari's light words, the delicate blush returning to her cheeks.
A strange echo of that warmth he had been trying to suppress responded in kind, causing his own cheeks to flush slightly. He was blushing again! The day was only getting worse. Silas couldn't help but scoff once again.