Logan's P.O.V—

  "He's your brother?" Roman eyes widened.
  "Y-Yeah..." Virgil said, trying to hide his face even more. I stared, not saying anything. I recalled vaguely what happened when I first came.
  ~~Flashback~~
 
  I walked down the hall, stressing over how I would fit in here, when I was pushed into the lockers.
  I look up to find a man, half of his face covered in scales and a bowler hat.
  "Nerd." He snarled, smirking at my wince. "You don't belong here."
  "I can't help that..." I whimpered.
  The guy punched me in the gut, and I doubled over in pain. He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the ground.
  "Deceit." I heard a stern voice say. The man hissed over his shoulder at his goons.
  I felt the hand on my throat release me as Deceit was thrown against the wall, by THE Roman Prince. I blushed and stood up, fixing my glasses. Roman looked at me, concern lacing his voice.
  "Are you okay, Nerd?" He smiled, so I knew he was joking.
  "Yeah." I smiled back. "I'm fine."
~~End of flashback~~

  "Logan!" I heard. I snapped back to reality, not realizing how long I was out of it. I looked at Roman, who had spoken. I looked away.
  "What's wrong?" Patton asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
  "Nothing... Just remembered my first day here..." I heard an audible gasp, but it wasn't from any of us. I snapped my head around and looked at Virgil.
  "Virgil! What's wrong?!" Patton cried. I stood up and ran to Virgil's side, taking his hand in mine.
  "Panic attack."