January 11th, 2020
Trigger warning: mentions of sex, mentions of bad parents

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"You heinous bitch!" Roman's voice reverberated off the walls as he slammed open the classroom door, eyes narrowing on Logan who sat right at the front in the middle, optimal placement for the teacher to notice him. The student always arrived rather early, thankfully he was the only one there - however Roman was followed by a crowd who wanted to see what would go down. Since middle school Roman and Logan had been their school-life entertainment system, their arguments never got boring, especially with how dramatic the two were.

"Get out of my face, Roman" Logan instantly demanded, rising from his chair and rounding the desk. Roman placed a hand on his hip, throwing the other into the air. "I thought you were the mature one! Stink bombs? Really? Only Remus would stoop to that level" he insulted, Logan rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't very mature of you to ruin my notes yesterday" he retaliated, keeping his voice cool and collected. That was typically how he snagged the high ground in arguments; people respected his side more due to how level-headed he was. Roman scoffed, "your notes were still saved! Besides, it'll take me months to get rid of that smell! You've crossed the line, asshole" he spat, Logan's hands clenched in irritation. Crossed the line?

He shouldn't be so mad, in fact he'd be a hypocrite as he's used that exact same line on Roman. The two always managed to find new ways to really torment the others life; even returning to old favourites that never fail. This far in neither could take the victim's point of perspective, as Roman only did that to his notes due to Logan pranking him on the last day of school last year by spattering his newly painted car with an assortment of coloured inks.

They could only go back so far before the two utterly forget what they've done to each other to cause such a chain reaction; they didn't think about it much, either. Simply what they'd do next.

"You won't clean it, the janitor will. This is harmless compared to what I have done in the past; you're being overdramatic" Logan dismissed his feelings, one of the few things Roman hated, in retaliation Roman took a few steps forward, glowering down at the man a few inches shorter than he.

"Robot" he hissed, although Logan didn't show an obvious reaction his heart spiked; like every single time Roman called him that damned insult. He didn't know why Roman knew his deepest insecurities, but he also knew Roman's. However before he could utilise them Roman was out the room, brushing past the students who were laughing with their friends over the whole ordeal.

With an annoyed huff, Logan slammed the door shut and sat down at his desk, clenching his pen tight it nearly snapped in his grip.

They couldn't stand each other.

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"Finally fucking made it" Virgil commented, tilting his head back to gaze at his friend who wasn't so subtle when he walked. The chains on his boots prevented that. He smirked, dropped his green ripped bag (that Virgil was almost one hundred percent sure didn't start as green) before flopping down onto the ground beside him.

"I took longer than five minutes" he stated proudly, resting his head underneath his arms.

Virgil rolled his eyes, shifting where he laid to rest his head on Remus' stomach. Since they could remember the two had been affectionate; when Remus became Logan's friend it resulted in him bonding with Virgil too. That school bonding turned to hanging after hours too, as Logan never joined them, they often had a lot of time to themselves. Touch starvation led to prolonged hugs, cuddles, hand-holding, kisses to the cheek and so forth between the two.

Everyone assumed they were dating; coincidentally neither of the boys knew what they were, they didn't want to bring it up either fearful they'd ruin what they had.

"Did you seriously hold back for like- what, a few minutes longer? Just to prove me wrong?" Virgil exasperated, tilting his head to gaze at Remus' face. It faced towards the blue sky, calm under the suns rays. He was messy; dirty; and always looked like he rolled out of bed but somehow Virgil didn't care. It gave him his charm, and frankly if he did take care of himself he wouldn't be the same.

"Shut up" Remus cackled, "what do you want, dick-choker?"

Looking back up at the cloudless sky, Virgil sighed. "Just wanted to talk... did you think Lo would continue bothering your brother? I thought they finished last December"

Remus hummed, "I don't know, I don't care! I just want to watch one of them kill the other" he laughed like a maniac at the idea, Virgil yet again rolled his eyes, of course Remus would think that. He truly didn't give a shit; the only thing he wanted to accomplish was annoying the crap out of his brother, and he managed to do that on a daily basis, what happened in Roman's life between Logan (or anyone else) didn't matter to him.

"You'd still be friends with Lo if he killed your brother?"

Remus hesitated, then groaned and sat up, Virgil's head falling down into his lap - the two didn't mind, simply gazed at each other, waiting for the answer. "No.." he eventually admitted in a grumble; did he dislike ever making the connotation he cared for his brother? Absolutely. "I'd kill him back. I only friended him 'cus I wanted to annoy Roman. I like him now but if he did hurt my stinky brother I'd beat him to a pulp" he explained, Virgil smiled slightly at his words - Remus rarely showed it but he cared about the people he loved.

Then his smile fell, and realisation twisted his features. As Remus combed his hair back, he asked what was up.

"They've never hurt each other"

"Wha'?"

"They've never hurt each other. You'd think-I mean, fucking Hell they hate each other, but they've never hurt the other. At least seriously- where could all of this come from!?" He stared up at Remus with a confused and 'given up' expression. The boy simply shrugged, "don't know, don't care. They'll cut it out eventually"

As Remus went back to combing his hair, changing the subject to something he learnt in the only class he liked (biology) Virgil couldn't help but let his mind wander.

He didn't think they'd cut it out; and he wanted to find the definite reason why.

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Given up hope, Logan hid his phone inside of his bag and waited on the bench near the parking lot where he sat everyday waiting to be picked up by his mother. He had no idea who ran the account on Twitter; in fact he knew only certain people were aware, and none of them would give it away. All Logan knew was they were blatantly rude and only called about the following they had, nothing more. He wasn't the first student to complain and wouldn't be the last. What happened between him and Roman, or anyone else for that matter, should be left between them and them only. Not for the whole world.

His posture straightened that slight bit more when his eyes caught side of a rich black car driving up close. He stood up and headed over to it as strictly as he could, slowly putting his bag inside of the trunk. He always felt ready to greet his mother after school while sitting on the bench, but when he's about to enter her car h needs to take a breath, relax and put on a stone-cold face.

Pulling open the door he slid into the seat, not daring to look his mothers direction, simply watching her from his peripheral vision as she gazed at him with blatant disgust. "Did you really walk around school all day with your hair like that?" She instantly remarked, subconsciously Logan lifted his head to try and brush it down but was swatted away harshly by his mother who did it for him, not so nicely either.

"You're an embarrassment in everything you do" she commented, Logan clasped his hands on his lap, staring straight on ahead. "Yes, mother" he agreed, for he couldn't do anything else.

The drive back was silent, it always was. His parents never spoke to him in the car, or to each other. Driving was serious and should be respected as such.

Time passes by weirdly when he's driving home, a small break from everything to let him think. He couldn't exactly relax, bad posture was sure to get him punished, but he could let his mind be at ease before he'd be tasked to work on all his homework for the day, then recite everything he had learnt in each lesson before promptly doing the exact same work three times.

His parents were very serious about his work; always tells him he'll thank them one day when he's earning thousands of dollars each and every day. Logan wanted to believe them; wanted to trust that one day he'd turn to them, smile, and thank them for everything that they had done for him. But he couldn't thank the people who ripped his childhood from his hands and destroyed without hesitation.

Three hours passed agonisingly slow; like they do every day after school. He had finished his work in time for dinner, which was a simple salad. His parents have him on a strict diet to prevent any sort of problems with his brain food could give, limiting him to a vegan diet; cutting many vegan foods out of the picture, too.

Logan accepts it. He hates what happens when he doesn't.

As the time struck eight pm exactly, he was sent to his room where (even if it was slight) he had freedom. Closing the door he stripped down into his pyjamas, turned off the light and rolled up in bed. He wondered what tomorrow would have in store; more importantly what Roman would do to him or his belongings.

At least he had his friends; talking to them helps... even if he doesn't talk much at all.

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