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Quill and I have been going to the same school together for all our lives now. Same daycare, same kindergarten, same middle school, and same high school. Being in high school wasn't as scary as everyone made it out to be. In fact, it was a breeze. Minus being bullied and Quill having to be my body guard.

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"Maybe if you weren't such a disgusting prick then some girl would actually want to date you for you and not your money!" I regret what I said.

Sylas punched me in the face, knocking me to the ground easily. He kicked me in the stomach and his buddies in the back snickered without joining in.

"Dude teacher incoming!" His supposed "look out" pointed down the science hallway.

He pulled me up by my shirt and whispered in my ear. "Listen, if I see you after school, I'm beating you to a pulp. And your stupid boyfriend, got it fag?"

I shoved him off of me and stood up slowly, coughing up a little blood. "He's not my boyfriend, dickweed."

He rolled his eyes and ran away to class with his buddies before he got caught.

When the teacher rolled around the corner, she heard me coughing up blood and ran over to help me. I honestly didn't want help right now. I wanted to go home.

"Oh my God Peter what happened to you?" She looked me up and down, checking out my now swollen face and kicked in stomach. I just waved her off. She didn't take that. "Peter you couldn't have done this to yourself so who did this to you?"

I waved her off again, coughing some more in the process." He doesn't matter just leave it be. I'll never have to see him after this year." I managed to wheeze out. I slowly tried walking away from the teacher but she grabbed my arm softly.

"Peter, I'm taking you to the nurse right now. You will probably go home and you can rest and heal for the next few days. Please tell the nurse or at least your mother who did it. We can get it taken care of, honey." She carefully walked me down the hallway to the nurses office.

Long story short, I went to the nurse, I went home, mom interrogated me, and then I went to my room, keeping Sylas's secret of being a massive dick safe with me. Now I just had to wait for Quill to get home.

Quill's POV

After lunch I was pissed off for the rest of the day. Peter didn't show up which means he either went off with his girlfriend and didn't tell me or someone held him back and is picking on him. I silently wished it was the latter but I knew it wasn't.

Once school was over, I started walking home. I didn't have any classes with quill for the second half of the day. I started walking home after waiting for about ten minutes where we would meet up to walk. I was halfway across the school parking lot before I heard my name being called.

"Hey, Quill!" I stopped and turned around to see Sylas and his gang of losers.

Sylas put his arm around me and it took everything in me not to swing at him. "Listen here numbnut. Keep your boyfriend in check next time, alright?" He pat my chest and flicked my forehead.

Antagonising me. Real profesional there. I went to walk away, not really caring about them, just worried about Peter. "Keep acting the way you are and there wont be a next time for you." I mumbled and rolled my eyes.

"What'd you day?" Sylas walked up and spun me around to face him. "Say it to my face you pussy!" He spat in my face.

I breathed in and out slowly, trying to keep my temper in check. "I said if you keep acting like that then there wont be a next time for you." I looked up at him, bored.

He gripped my head and pulled me close to his face. "Listen fuck face I already broke your boyfriend, and it seems like you need to be put down like the dog you are." He swung at me and hit me in the eye.

"He isn't my boyfriend!" I clutched my face. "I'm gonna fuck you up, Sylas."

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"I'm home mom." I walked inside and set my backpack on the couch. "How was your day?" I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a rag and some ice. She walked in from the hallway where our room was.

"Mine has been fine sweetie, thank you. Did you hear about..." She paused and gasped. I looked over at her, giving her a small, apologetic smile. "Not you too baby!" She ran up to me and pulled my hand off of my face. "Who did this to you?! Was it the same people who did this to Peter?" She cried a little. I felt bad for her.

"Yes mom." I sighed. "But it's okay. He got the better end of it." She looked down at my bloody knuckles and sobbed. I followed her stare.

"I told you not to fight people, Quill!" She grabbed my hand and quickly dragged me to the sink to clean my hands. It stung a little but I could handle pain pretty well.

"Mom it's fine! You don't need to turn into a doctor on me." I frowned and tried to pull my hands away. She yanked me forward and bandaged my hands up.

"Keep that ice on your face and go to your room right now young man. I'll have a talk with you boys later. Your mom wanted you home tonight but that's not happening anymore." She pointed down the hallway to our room where I saw Peter shrug at me.

I walked down the hallway and into our room. "Sup." Peter nodded his head at me, grinning and coughing.

"Listen man I get you're nice and all, but if shit goes down then you need to call me okay? I'll turn into mom on your ass, don't make me." We both chuckled and I smiled for the first time that day. "Seriously though, I mean it. But I don't think that he will be bothering us any time soon." I went and sat on my bed.

Peter sat up slowly and looked over at me. I got a good look at his injuries. Bruised chest and stomach, hand mark and swollen cheek and a shoe print on his baseball tee.

"Listen, Quill. I don't need you to fight my battles for me. I know how to fight, I just don't because I'm not a violent person. Besides, the teacher happened to be there at the right time so it ended quickly. There was nothing to do so everyone needs to calm down." He held his stomach as he talked.

I shook my head. "No matter how much you have the mindset of, "I'll never have to see him again after this year," you still shouldn't be bullied. For literally no reason either!" I sighed and laid back onto my bed. "Whatever. It's friday so we have time to heal."

I heard Peter's bed shift and he laid back down. "Sure, whatever man."

I sighed again and got comfortable with the bandages and the icepack on. Soon enough we both fell asleep. I dreamed about how good it felt to beat those assholes up. About how I wanted to do it again or for even farther with it.

The weekend went by like it was nothing and the whole time i had this gut feeling of satisfaction and desire. I warned them that if they did it again there wouldn't be a next time. I guess we'll just have to see whether there is gonna be a next time.