*pjs pov*
*flash back*

Sometimes Pj really hated the teachers at Rockroad high school. Not only did they never teach anything, but they were oblivious to the constants bullying going on around the school.

One of the worst bullies was Logan, a huge, scary football player. His eyes were so brown it was as if they were all black, and his sneer was scary enough to make a grown man cry.

Luckily, Pj wasn't bothered by the bullies, and even if he was, he wouldn't let the cruel words get to him. He was proud of the young man he had become.

But for his friend Dan...it was a different story. Ever since he had moved from England to America in the 6th grade he had been bullied for his black clothes and lack of doing his work. Logan would call him stupid, and shove Dan into a locker, or punch Dan in the face. Pj's British friend wasn't stupid, just too lazy to do his work.

Pj looked up from his lunch, his green eyes searching the cafeteria for Dan. When he couldn't see his friend he looked to the clock. 15 minutes into the period, and Dan still wasn't there... Lunch was halfway through.

Nervously, Pj stood up, shoved the rest of his ham sandwich into his mouth, and filled out a bathroom pass. He didn't really have to pee, he was just going to go look for his friend in the hallways and classrooms.

The green eyed teenager stared at something in the library, almost getting side tracked with a book called 'The Testing'. Pj was about to sit down, and read, when he remembered his mission; to look for Dan. Quickly, he checked the book out, feeling guilty.

Then, Pj stopped by Dans locker. He wasn't there. He also wasn't in the music room, playing the piano like he always did when he was upset, or in bathrooms, sobbing his eyes out. Growing nervous, Pj pulled out his phone and texted Dan: hey, where the hell are you?

No answer, and the period ended in 10 minutes. Swearing, Pj was about to go back to lunch when he herd a yelp of pain from inside a janitor's closet. Blushing bright red, Pj stared at the door.

Ooh fuck, some couple was fucking in the closet.

He was about to walk away again when: "LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Someone screamed desperately. Pj's eyes widened as he recognized the voice, and threw the door open.

Logan, and a large group of his followers were looming over a cowering Dan on the floor, kicking him, and slamming their fists into Dan's side.

The victim was curled up, his hands protecting his neck. Blood ran down his forehead from a nasty cut, and his nose was gushing red, sticky liquid. Bruises blossomed on his handsome tanned face.

Pj's green eyes widened, and he wanted to scream but something was blocking his throat. His breathing hitched as the attackers noticed the mute bystander that had entered the room. Logan smirked, and nodded towards Pj.

Two large kids who were previously punching Dan tackled Pj, while a third closed the door again.

Suddenly Pj found his voice again. "Hey get the fuck off me!" The green eyed boy yelled in fear, and looked back at Dan, still being kicked and punched by the other bullies. For some reason, the kids didn't hurt Pj, just held him down and forced him to watch as Dan was beaten bloody.

Despite the craziness going on, the only sound to be heard in the small room was Dan's head being slammed into the floor by Logan, then after that, just the panting of Logan's breath, and the quiet whimpers from the bloody boy on the floor.

After a few moments, out of no where, Dan whispered: "D-don't k-kick pj..." It was completely random, and crazy, but it still made Pj's heart break. There was his friend, extremely hurt, but still worried about Pj.

Logan laughed, a pure evil sound in the eery quiet of the closet, and pulled something out of his pocket. A box of matches.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Pj spat at Logan, who laughed louder and lit the match, lighting up the dark room. The other teenagers looked wary of Longan's actions, and backed up a few feet, but kept their mouths shut.

Then, he threw it at Dan, to everyone's shock.

Kids ran from the room, one yelling for help as orange flames licked up Dans arms and legs. Pj let out a strangled scream and flew to his friends side, sobbing.

All he could think was 'Dan is on fire, Dan is on fire!'

((So um flashback chapter. Sorta cool huh? No? XD yeaa...all my author notes are awkward sorry. Anyways, see you guys next time <3333 stay amazing!))