A/N: The same as before, the lyrics are clean but the audio isn't-

TW: Violence, Gross boys, and hot Carlos.

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You stood in the hall as the Heathers walked off, leaving you to your thoughts.

Mirabel doesn't deserve this. But I can't let her find out that I wrote that note. I just can't. She'll never forgive me. Maybe-

A voice interrupted her thoughts.

" You shouldn't have bowed down to the swatch dogs and diet ­coke ­heads. They're going to crush that girl."

You turned your head to see a dark curly haired boy you hadn't noticed before, he sat on the floor in the hall, a large notebook in his lap, an old 7-11 cup with melted ice sat next to him. He wore a dark maroon trench coat with a green shirt underneath, it complimented his eyes, which were dark brown with flecks of maroon. He was very handsome.

" I'm sorry, what?" You asked. How come you didn't notice him before?

" Well clearly, you've got a soul. You just gotta work harder on keeping it clean. 'We are all born marked for evil.'" He recited as he shrugged. He gathered his things and stood up, walking away.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. " Um, okay. Don't just quote Baudelaire at me and then walk away, excuse me." You caught up with him and stepped in front of him.

" I didn't catch your name." You said. The boy rolled his eyes.

" I didn't throw it." He deadpanned.

Meanwhile, Ram and Kurt rounded a corner and walked down the hall. They narrowed their eyes as they saw you talking to the new kid.

" Who's that guy in the jacket think he is anyway, Bo Diddley?" Kurt said as he crossed his arms.

" Y/n's into his act, no doubt. Let's kick his butt!" Ram raged, as he prepared to go over to you and the boy, but Kurt held him back.

" No, we're seniors, man, we're too old for that stuff." He huffed as he scratched his ear and inspected his finger for wax afterwards. He walked up to you and the curly haired teen.

" Hey, sweetheart! What did your boyfriend say when you told him you were moving to Sherwood, Ohio?" Kurt said as he quickly cornered you, his arms on either side of you. You rolled your eyes and scrunched your nose in disgust as you looked away, not answering.

" Hey. Leave her alone." The boy said. Kurt whirled around, facing him.

" AND WHO ASKED YOU TO SPEAK?!" He yelled. The boy stayed silent, glaring at him. He showed no emotion.

" My buddy Kurt just asked you a question." Ram said as he pushed the boy, making him stumble a bit before he regained his composure. Kurt and stood alongside Ram, they both seemed to forget about you standing behind them.

" Hey, Ram, doesn't the cafeteria have a "no gays allowed" rule?" Kurt said meanly as he smirked.

" They seem to have an open­door policy for buttholes, though." The boy spat. Kurt punched the boy and held him in a vise. " Hold his arms." He told Ram. The boy gritted his teeth as he became angry, kicking and punching both boys, they began to fight.

You stood in the back, completely baffled by what's happening as you clutched your notebook. The students of Westerburg immediately gathered to watch the fight.

https://youtu.be/DmHPhhJWNKI

" OMG! (OMG!)

OMG! (OMG!)

OMG! (OMG!)

OMG! (OMG!)

OMG! (OMG!)

OMG! (OMG!)

OMG~"

The students all sang as time seemed to freeze. You stared at the slow motion fight scene. You sang.

" Why, when you see boys fight,

Does it look so horrible yet...

Feel so right?"

You hugged your notebook tighter as you closed your eyes in contentment with a smile. You blinked as you frowned.

" I shouldn't watch this stuff-

That's not who I am..

But with this kid...

Daaaang." You sang dreamily. You walked slowly over to the slow motion fighting boy.

" Hey,

Mister no-name kid,

So, who might you be?

And could you fight for me?~

And hey,

Could you face the crowd?

Could you be seen with me and still act proud?

Hey,

Could you hold my hand?

And could you carry me through no man's land?

It's fine,

If you don't agree.

But I would fight for you,

If you would fight for me~.."

You sang as you watched the boy slow motion roundhouse Ram.

" Let them drive us underground.. (ah)

I don't care how far..(ah)

You can set my broken bones... (ah)

And I know CPR." You smiled. The boy slow motion punched Kurt.

" Well, whoa,

You can punch real good.

You've lasted longer than I thought you would!

So hey~

Mister no-name kid~

If some night, you're free!~

Wanna fight for me?" You sang. Staring dreamily at the mysterious new kid.

" If you're still alive.. (Omg)

I would fight for you!~ (Omg Omg)

If you would fight for me!!~"

" (Omg Omg Omg!)

(OMG!)"

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Ram and Kurt walked out of the nurse's office, holding ice packs to their bruised faces.

" Oh, that sucked!" Ram pouted as he touched his black eye, wincing. Kurt talked as they walked down the hall, holding an ice pack to his head.

" That kid fights better than the real Bo Diddley. Hey, have you ever seen "Enter the Dragon"? Bo Diddley fights with his shirt off and is like pretty ripped for an oriental dude."

" Pshh, nerd."

" Shut up!"

" Attention everyone! Kurt's a secret nerd!"

" SHUT UP!"

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A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! What do you think of the story so far? Any hopes for whats to come?