Vik's POV

"Ow."

"Did he just say something?"

"No shit Tobi, he said nothing,"

"I said ow," I confirm before sitting up slightly. The nurses room, I think. I've been here long enough to know this.

"So, um-" Tobi begins, and I abruptly cut him off.

"No."

"What? What do you mean no?" He asks back, eyebrow raised.

"I mean, we don't talk about what just happened, why it happened or how it happened! Got it?" I snap.

They nod, and Tobi holds my hand to pull me out of bed.

Call me a girly girl, but I loved how he felt when he held my hand for those few seconds, and then he wasn't anymore.

"It's 1:30 by the way." Harry confirms.

"I doubt it's exactly 1:30," I say and fold my arms.

"Fine! 1:33! You caught me doing fraud," Harry says.

"I don't think that's being a fraud, but whatever floats your boat," someone in the same room says.

"And who would you be?" I ask with an eyebrow raised.

He smirks, "alright, 'mr. I-fainted-for-no-reason', I'm Josh."

"Try again, less attitude," Harry says.

"Hoi, I'm Josh." He pauses, "I would say pleasure to meet you but my mother told me not to lie,"

"Twat."

Does it even matter who said that? Nope.

"Hustle your bustle! If your leaving, out!" The nurse on duty says.

Once we've left, we make our way to the end of fourth period, in the maths block. The maths block is a cube located near the school, but not connected. We're all in there now.

"Cya!" I say to them both as I enter my maths room. Both of them are in the same maths, however I'm in a different one. Maths is boring, as usual. When we finish, everyone is streaming towards the exit. I join and everyone is chanting and screaming. I look over and there is Tobi, his lip burst and jaw swelled.

But the other boy looks worse, his nose gushing red and his eye purple, he looks tired. Tobi pins him to the ground and stands up, keeping his leg on his chest.

"I didn't fucking chat up your girl, you dumb shit. Shut your fucking mouth next time," Tobi kicks the guy in the mouth and walks off, he shrugs off the teachers and we follow quickly. When I touch his shoulder he jerks me off but when I come next to him, he apologises.

"Come on." He says, and detours to the playing fields, where some bleachers with a large tarp to keep them dry until use are. He pulls up the bottom and we filter inside.

He lets out a scream of frustration, and kicks the wall. Me and Harry stay silent.

My mind is silent.

For once.