Sorry I didn't update last night, I started feeling really sick while I was writing so I went to bed early

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TRIGGER WARNINGS : fighting

Remy POV
"Welcome back faggot and crybaby," Jackson's purred in my ear.

Anger filled me and I reacted before I could think. I jumped up and turned around quickly. I punched Jackson straight, gay, in the nose.

"Not today Satan!" I screeched, kicking him in the nuts.

Jackson cried out in pain before slumping over. He was holding himself tightly with tears in his eyes. He stared up at me in anger and hatred.

Then Jackson launched himself up at me.  I fell backwards, my upper back hitting the table.  Pain shot up my back and I screamed.

Emile was instantly at my side but that put the bandaged half of his face to Jackson.  Jackson raised his fist to hit him but Roman and Damien quickly jumped up.

Damien's first connected with Jackson's jaw and his head snapped sideways. He fell to the ground again, landing on his stomach. Roman quickly put his foot over Jackson's back and leaned all his weight onto him.

"You're outnumbered," Roman told him. "So I suggest you leave us alone."

"Don't tell me what to do bitch," Jackson growled. He grabbed Roman's other leg and pulled, making Roman fall down.

Jackson jumped up right as Damien lunged at him. I forced myself back up on shaky feet despite Emile's protests.

Damien easily got Jackson into a headlock. I grabbed my phone and pulled up the picture of him and Issac kissing.

I held the photo up to Jackson and smirked as he visibly paled. Damien laughed a bit when he realized what I was doing.

"Leave us alone or I'll post this everywhere," I threatened lowly.

"You fucking faggot," He hissed at me angrily. Anger blazed in his eyes but his face was red in embarrassment.

"Based on this photo, it seems that it's not me, it's you," I couldn't help but laugh.

Jackson's face contorted with rage. Out of nowhere, he jumped upwards. That dislodged Damien and Jackson turned quickly and punched him.

Damien fell backwards and tripped over a chair, landing in Quinn's lap. A bead of blood appeared at his nose.

Before I could react, Jackson punched across the table at Patton. He grabbed a plastic knife and broke it into a point.

Patton screamed as Jackson sliced the sharp point at his face. Luckily, it didn't connect with his skin but Jackson kept lunging at him.

But then, Logan shoved Jackson off with a strength that I didn't know that the nerd had. Jackson turned on Logan and managed to shoved him. Logan fell backwards onto Patton, making Patton let out a squeak.

Roman tackled Jackson like how he would in football and easily pinned him to the ground. But Jackson again managed to wiggle out and pinned Roman. He pressed the sharp point of the knife at his neck.

I quickly opened Instagram and attached the photo of Jackson and Issac kissing to a post. I turned the phone so that Jackson could see and placed my finger above the post button.

"Let him go," I told him. "Right now."

A circle of students had formed around us. Some started whispering to each other, wondering what was on the photo.

Jackson let go to Roman and backed off. I smirked but it quickly disappeared as a ground it teacher's managed to push their way through the crowd of other students.

"You four!"  One of the teachers screamed, pointing at Roman, Damien, Jackson and I.  "Principle's office!  Now!" 

I slid my phone back into my pocket and glared at the teacher angrily.  Holding my now burning side, I followed Roman and Damien.

We kept our distance from Jackson.  He glared at us the entire way there.  Luckily a teacher placed himself between him and us.  Otherwise I'm pretty sure another fight would've broken out. 

The teachers pushed the four of us into the principles office and told him what had happened.  I gingerly sat down in the chair.  Anytime any part of my midsection touched anything, burning pain shot through my body.

I wouldn't be surprised if I messed up my healing ribs.  Probably broke another one or at least hurt one enough to be in this stupid brace for even longer.

"So I hear you boys were fighting in the cafeteria," Principle Williams said with a sigh.

He looked at Damien and I in disdain, probably not surprised it was us. But then he turned to Roman and Jackson with disappointment and sympathy.

"I expect better than this from you two," He told Roman and Jackson. "Especially you Roman."

"He started it!" Roman defended, pointing to Jackson.

"I don't care who started it, we have a zero tolerance for fighting at this school," Principle Williams said sternly.

"We didn't do anything," Damien told him, motioning to Roman and I. "We were only defending ourselves and our friends."

"What did Mr. Zander do to you and your friends than Mr. Fey?"  Principle Williams asked. 

"He called me a faggot!"  I yelled, my temper getting the best of myself. 

"Please calm yourself Mr. Dormir,"  He told me sternly.  "I understand your mother died a few weeks ago and you've been in the hospital because of a car accident but I don't appreciate this language nor these outbursts."

I dug my nails into the arms of the chair I was sitting in and bit my tongue.  It took a lot of self control to not start screaming at him. 

"If I may explain,"  Damien said, the only one calm out of us four.  "Jackson approached Remy and his boyfriend and started attacking them.  Roman and I got involved because Jackson was specifically targeting the places where the two had been hurt in the accident.  Jackson than pulled a knife on two of our other friends which caused the fighting to intensify."

"A knife?"  Principle Williams asked in shock. 

"A plastic knife from the cafeteria,"  Damien explained.  "He broke it so that it would be a sharp point."

"Is this true?"  Principle Williams turned to Jackson in surprise. 

Jackson just shrugged.  He hadn't spoken a word since we got dragged in here.  But there was rage burning in his eyes.

Principle Williams sighed and pulled detention slips out of a drawer in his desk.  He grabbed a pen to fill them out. 

"Mr. Zander you're being suspended from the basketball team for two weeks and I'll talk to you once I'm done with these three."  Principle Williams told him.  "Mr. King, if you weren't the lead I'd be kicking you out of the musical.  So instead, on week of after school detention." 

"What?!"  Roman yelled angrily. 

"Be glad I'm not pulling you from the musical,"  He told him sternly which shut Roman up pretty quickly. 

"Mr. Fey, you'll also be receiving a week of after school detention,"  Principle Williams told him.  He barely reacted.  "And the same for you Mr. Dormir."

"Why?!"  I asked, anger filling me.  "I just got out of the hospital yesterday and I have mountains of work to make up and now you're giving me detentions?!"

"Fighting is prohibited on school grounds,"  Principle Williams said.  "I didn't make the rules."

"Yes you do!"  I yelled back.  "You're the Principle!"

"Keep this up and it'll be two weeks of detention,"  He told me.  I shut up and glared angrily at him.  "You three are dismissed, Mr. Zander if I may have a word with you."

I stood up quickly despite my broken ribs screaming in pain and marched out of the room.  Roman and Damien followed me.

"This is some bullshit,"  I growled on our way out of the main office. 

"It is but it's wise not to argue,"  Damien told us.  "Learned that from experience."

"Oh yeah, didn't you spray paint your old school?"  Roman asked.  "And that's why they kicked you out."

"Yep,"  Damien laughed a bit.  "A giant snake chocking the school mascot."

I laughed a bit at that.  I'm surprised he stopped doing stuff like that.  It seems like it made him happy. 

We excited the main office after the receptionist handed us the detention slips.  I resisted the urge to rip mine up and throw it in the garbage.

Quinn, Emile, and Virgil were all waiting outside for us.  Quinn was shaking and quickly went to Damien.  The two talked quietly.

"Are you okay?"  Emile asked, looking at my chest in worry. 

"I'll be fine,"  I told him, giving him a quick kiss. 

"What's the punishment?"  Virgil asked all of us. 

"One week of after school detention,"  Roman sighed. 

"Aka bullshit,"  I mumbled angrily. 

The office door opened angrily and Jackson stepped out.  He was pissed and glaring daggers at us. 

In his hand a school suspension form  I couldn't help but laugh.  Jackson's hands balled into fists. 

"Fuck all of you,"  He growled before turning and angrily walking away towards the lockers. 

"Okay,"  I laughed.  "That was worth it."

"Agreed,"  Virgil snickered as everyone else burst into laughter. 

"C'mon,"  Emile said.  "We still have class to get to."

"Kill me now,"  I grumbled.