:) dw abt the title

Just realized this book is halfway over :(

Fitz's POV

"Oh fuck off!" I said to Leo, not caring at all that I'd used a bad word in front of a 12 year old.

"Why?" He taunts.

I raised an eyebrow. Then a teacher comes rushing over, telling Leo that bullying would not be accepted at this school.

How did all of this happen? Well, for all of you confused readers out there who don't know how awful the author will make this chapter, let me back up.

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Fitz's POV

[earlier that day. Like, ten minutes earlier]

We were all piled in the car again. It's was Monday.

I don't like Mondays.

Who does?

So the triplets were teasing Dex and I again, as if they weren't in relationships.

But when we dropped them off at school, I happened to be looking out the window.

So I saw the triplets get beat up.

"Stop the car," I growled. I got out, Dex following behind me.

"Faggots are losers," a boy was saying to them.

So, naturally, I got right up in the boys face and cussed him out.

I didn't care that I was at a middle school.

I did not give a fuck.

Nobody hurts the triplets. Not on my watch.

So I went up to the boy and I said, "Fuck off. How old are you, like, nine? Your bitchy ass will not talk to them that way. And what kind of shitty life do you have to pick on other people? Plus, you're teasing them about being gay, when you're gay yourself. It written all over your face. So fuck off or we'll see who wins this fight."

I pulled Dex closer to me. "Go get a teacher," I whispered. "And explain the situation to her."

He nodded and ran off.

"Awww, is your boyfriend running away, fag?" The boy taunts.

He was begging for a punch.

"Well see I would fight you, but, you know, I can't hit a wimpy little girl so..." I replied.

"Who are you calling a girl?"

"This is coming from the one with the squeaky ass voice who could put on a wig and be mistaken for a girl."

"Fuck you."

"Don't use bad words, kid. Plus the fucking is reserved for someone else."

He was visibly confused. Then I remembered that kids his age don't know what the hell sex is.

"Fitz," Rex said quietly, pulling on my sleeve. "I don't think you should do this."

"Yeah we've beaten him before," Lex added.

"Kind of. We ran away but that's the best we can do," Bex chimed in.

That just made me angrier.

I turned back to the boy.

"His name is Leo," Bex told me.

"So Leo," I said, looking down at him. "Oh, wait, is that your name or is it Idiot?"

"Imagine not being able to come up with a good insult."

"Oh my gosh, that's so funny I forgot to laugh. Plus, who uses 'Imagine' jokes anymore? And this is coming from the one who literally could not come up with an insult so he used a lame joke."

"Says the fag."

"Says the idiot."

"Says the...the..."

I laughed. "You can't even come up with a roast! That is so sad." I pretended to wipe a tear off my cheek. "Do you need mommy to kiss the boo-boo away?"

"I don't call my mom!"

"So then who kisses your ouchies?"

He mumbled something along the lines of "my boyfriend" before turning back to me. "I'm not gonna answer to an idiot gay fag!"

"Oh fuck off!"

"Why?"

I raised an eyebrow. 

Then a plump old lady who must've been a teacher comes rushing over with Dex.

"Bullying is not accepted in this school, young man! We're calling your parents!"

Then she drags him off, leaving hushed whispers of rumors in her wake.

"She's a teacher?" I asked Dex.

"Nope," he grinned. "The principal."

"Ohhhh, that's better," I nodded. I turned to the triplets. "You guys will be okay, right?"

"Yes sir!" The all saluted me.

"Don't be afraid to cuss out anyone who's like that to you."

"Yes sir!"

"And remember to defend yourselves."

"Yes sir!"

I checked my watch. "Shit we're late!"

So I ran back to the car with Dex, his parents speeding away.

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Dex's POV

I've never been late for class before.

Well, except reading, but the teachers aren't really aware that there are students in the class except for the first week, so we ditch and they pass us.

So when Fitz and I burst into third period, sweaty and panting because we'd run the entire way here, we certainly got some stares.

"Sorry," I said as I handed in a fake doctors note.

"Really sorry," Fitz apologized as he gave the teacher a fake dentist note.

Sure, my dad had a PhD. That's how he was able to sign 'Dr. Kesler' without it seeming suspicious. 

The teacher nodded and we sat down.

Then he droned on about stuff.

A little short compared to the others, but the long one is coming!

No

Ik what ur thinking

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT

I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT

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