"Hey dumb ass!" Roman called as he saw Logan walking down the hall. "What're you walking so fast for? Gotta shit or something?" He snickered.

"No, I have to get to class" he said with an eye roll. He did not want to deal with Roman and his little games that day.

Roman walked beside him, just long enough to knock all of Logan's papers and books out of his hands, and gasp, "oops!" As he snickered, quickly scattering away.

Logan glared as Roman got to class on time, and the tardy bell rang just as he began to get all of his stuff together.

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"Why are you late, Logan?" The teacher asked as Logan came in five minutes late, you know tardies will count against you in the long run, correct?" The teacher asked with an eyebrow raised, about to mark him tardy.

"I can assure you, it wasn't my fault, not intentional. On the way to your class, Roman smacked all of my folders and papers out of my hands in the courtyard, and they started to blow away. He laughed at me and stuck his tongue out like an immature child, as he walked into your class" Logan explained.

"Roman! Is this true?" The teacher glared. She knew Roman had a history of picking on everyone, especially Logan.

"No! Why would I do that to the nerd? He was probably late because he wanted to make out with his algebra homework before he had to turn it into you this block" Roman scoffed.

Everyone snickered as Logan's face turned beet red. "That is not true!" Logan didn't loose his cool often, but when he did, it was absolutely horrible. The teacher knew this, so she quickly interrupted them to calm them both down before they destroyed the classroom and started throwing desks.

...Again...

"Okay! Roman, i'm sorry-well, actually i'm not-but I don't really believe you, Logan wouldn't just make this stuff up and since you do have a history if doing this sort of thing, I do haven't any real choice but to believe Logan."

"WHAT?!" Roman fumed, this isn't fair, bruh!" (I'm sorry, I had to add a bruh 💀)

"Don't 'bruh' me kid, sit down and get your homework out!" She said firmly, not wanting to yell quite yet.

"Fine" he huffed.

Roman continued to keep bothering Logan the entire class period, throwing paper balls at him, teasing, making fun, doing every little thing he could to tick him off, and eventually, their teacher just got tired of it.

"Alright! That's enough!" She yelled, "Roman! I'm changing your partner for the flash card match project. You'll no longer be working with Dominic, you will be working with Logan. You sit near each other anyways, so this will be more beneficial."

"Why are you punishing me?!" Logan exclaimed.

"Hey, who knows-maybe this could help you guys grow closer! Come on, guys give it a try!" She said before Roman could start flipping desks.

"Hell no i'm not working with this poor ass nerd! Why do you think he's so smart?! He has to be, I bet his parents can't even help pay for his college, he needs every scholarship he can get! Mr. 'I get 35's on the ACT every time-'

"Roman!!" The teacher exclaimed, making fun of people's home lives is no joking matter! You will be getting written up for this, stop by the office after class to receive your demerits, harassment is a serious, real issue! I've noticed that the other teachers just let you get away with it, but I am not letting this slide!" She exclaimed.

"This is fuc-this is so stupid!" He yelled, "on GOD you aren't writing me up!"

"Uhm, on GOD I am! You know what? Get your ass into the office before I give you something to be quick about! i'll have Lisa send the discipline form up for you, just-just go!" She growled.

Roman stood up so fast that the desk banged against the wall, he grabbed his back pack and ran out, fuming.

And Logan just sat there, holding back a smirk as he was very satisfied with the outcome. Minus the them having to work together part. He knew how this would turn out. Roman would just sit on his phone taking instagram pics, and Logan would have to do all the work.

Only time would tell.

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Roman was forced to meet up with Logan after his detention, and as much as he protested, he was still forced to work with him for the group project.

They begrudgingly agreed with each other that they'd work together on Saturday to start the project, but Roman demanded they go to Logan's house for it.

So When he arrived at Logan's house for the project, he was..surprised to say the least. He felt really embarrassed. He'd always made fun of Logan, assuming that he was poor.

But judging from his house, he was even more rich than him! And-was that a gold trim?!?-

"Welcome, Roman" Logan said, making Roman jump, he came out of no where.

"Come in. Take your shoes off, if you will, my grandparent's don't allow shoes in the house, the carpet's too expensive to have stains on it. Let's go to my room, I chose to have tile instead of carpet in there, it gives the room a cold feeling."

'I'm scared' Roman thought to himself, the rich, heartless nerd was bringing him into his house..he could totally murder Roman, and nobody would even care. He could just buy himself out prison and wipe his records clean.

As they began to walk to the front door, Roman began to notice some rich people things. Hedges trimmed into beautiful artwork, a huge fountain in the middle of everything and a wonderful garden of flowers. They walked up the steps to Logan's house, and even the design on their door was incredibly extra.

He walked through the door and felt like he was going through a maze. There was so much...it didn't look like his house. It looked colder. Stoic.

Roman's house had pictures and paintings of family hanging on the wall, comfort items, things that made their house feel more homey, but Logan, from the looks of it, had none of it.

All they had were awards-medals, trophies, which showed their accomplishments. No baby pictures. No pictures or drawings Logan may have made for his parents when he was younger-nothing.

There was so much stuff, though the house felt so empty.

"My bedroom is on the third floor. Let us go" he sighed, beginning to go up the stairs.

Roman followed timidly, slowly climbing up the stairs.

"I see you're glancing over to the walls a lot" Logan said casually, looking over his shoulder to Roman with his monotone face, pushing his glasses up, "well, in case you're wondering, my grandparents allow no such things in this household. They want me to be perfect, undistracted by icky emotions and such."

"Holy hell you're observant, you were facing in front of me the whole tike how did you know I was-"

Logan smirked, "I am very observant, as you said."

It was silent for a moment, before Roman registered what Logan had said. Grandparents. "Well why do you live with your grandparents?" He asked.

Logan sighed, "perhaps you will use this as leverage to bully me in the future, though I suppose i'll tell you. My parents died five years ago in a car crash. This huge place used to be filled with love and pictures, and things i'd make for my parents. When my grandparents offered to step up and care for me..."

"It was all for the money, huh?" Roman asked quietly.

"Yes" Logan said simply, "I inherited everything when they died though I wasn't old enough to claim. I turn eighteen this summer, and after that i'm off to college. I want to feel normal, for once, so perhaps I will invest in a cramped little dorm."

It made sense. It was around middle school that Logan began to get more quiet, more introverted..he'd always been a nerd, but he'd been a happy one back then.

"Has Virgil 'whooped your ass' as he calls it yet?" Logan questioned as they got to his bedroom.

"So that's what that was about! I had no idea why that puny little asshole was stepping up to me! Well, I thought he was puny-how could I not when he wears that baggy hoodie all the time? He has very nice muscles I will say, though I do not like him!" Roman exclaimed.

"Yes, people do tend to think he isn't 'badass' as he puts it" Logan said, opening his bedroom door.

Roman had never seen such a clean room in his life. And such a large one at that. His bed alone was probably the size of half a normal sized bedroom.

"I still have everything from my childhood, though my grandparents haven't a clue" Logan opened a box that was about the size of his bed. He pulled out a picture frame and showed it to Roman.

"Awe! That is positively precious! You were a cute baby!" He squealed.

Logan smiled a bit before wiping that look from existence. "Yes, well...thank you."

Logan put the box away, and got out the flash cards. Roman groaned, "yes, I suppose we do have to study" Roman said as he rolled his eyes.

Of course, he wouldn't be doing any of the work. He'd just reap the benefits of Logan's labor. He felt kinda awkward just sitting there, so what better thing to do than make Logan hate himself? Of course, he wasn't going to change his ways over a sob story. At least. Not right away.

"I'm bored, so imm going to make you cry yourself to sleep tonight" Roman said, trying to decide if he actually wanted to do this or not.

"Though I am not allowed to show any weakness around my grandparents or I get beat, I do cry myself to sleep every night, it is a routine by now" he said simply.

"Holy hell why must you make this so awkward? And if they beat you why not tell the police?" Roman questioned.

"Well, if you must know, my grandparents illegally sold some of my parents expensive stuff that I was supposed to inherit, and became quite rich. If they came rolling up to this mansion, who do you think they'd believe? They hav such a way of sweet talking themselves out of trouble."

Roman nodded, looking down at his feet, and after a few minutes passed, he realized that he had to pee. Must've been all of that nervous water he drank while he was driving there. Damn it, he couldn't just ask for the bathroom, that would be so awkward, and after all the times he prevented Logan from using it in school so that he could embarrass him? No. He would just hold it.

He continued to taunt Logan to distract himself from his need for a while. He decided not to get into the touchy subjects that Logan had revealed to him, which Logan did seem grateful for despite the look of annoyance on his face.

"So, you're smart because you're forced to be?" Roman said dully as he took an instagram picture.

Logan inhaled deeply through his nose, "yes, Roman. Though it wasn't always like that. Now are you going to help me with this or not?"

"No" Roman scoffed, taking a mirror picture, making sure to stick his cake out.

Logan rolled his eyes and continued the project.

'Just ask him. Act like you always do. Confident, like you own the place-act like that's your bathroom you're walking into' Roman tried to tell himself, but he just couldn't convince himself to ask. It was too much awkward embarrassment, because he knew that this could be Logan's way to get back at him for all of those times...

He bit his lip as he rubbed his knees together, curling in on himself and crossing his legs in a futile attempt to calm his bladder.

Logan seemed to notice that Roman had finally shut his mouth for seemingly no reason, so he looked up with a raised eyebrow and examined him. He was bouncing his crossed legs, staring at the floor and shifting his weight.

Logan sighed, because Roman was going to be the reason that his eyes rolled to the back of his head, "Roman. Stop. No matter what you do, I am not letting you leave before you do at least some of the work. Because if you don't do anything, it will affect my grade too. Now get your entitled ass over here, and glue some flashcards onto the board."

Roman almost said 'I am not faking it!' But quickly clamped shut so that he didn't expose himself.

It was a very stupid thing to keep to himself, in hindsight. He was basically telling himself that Logan couldn't know that he was a regular human being who functioned just like everyone else and had to do something as normal as peeing.

Roman begrudgingly sat criss cross applesauce and glared at the project as he glued the paper on. Of course, he focused hard on it because he loved to make things pretty, and by the time he finished, he became fully aware of his bladder as he quickly shoved a hand between his pants, shutting his eyes tightly closed, and gasping.

He squeezed himself and crossed his legs, twisting his body in such an unnatural way, and Logan had his back turned and he was so grateful, because he must've looked so incredibly pathetic in that moment.

Logan heard the gasp and sighed, "Roman. Please, stop with the dramatics and write the definitions down."

Roman quickly drew his hands away from himself to maintain his perfect image, and began writing down the definitions of the math terms.

He couldn't focus, though. His mind was reeling, he had to ask, he had to do something, because it was starting to hurt. He opened his mouth to ask, but quickly clamped it shut again when he felt a warmth beginning to soak between his legs.

His face must've been beet red, with an extremely shocked look, because Logan was looking at him really weird. Roman covered his face as the darkness grew and soaked his white jeans, pooling beneath his ass and onto the cold tile beneath him.

Logan watched in shock as Roman helplessly wet himself, as his stream grew more powerful, and it became a bit audible in the dead silent room. Roman was beyond embarrassed but refused to cry, though he did fight back tears. His pants were soaked thoroughly through, especially on the backside where he sat in his own pitiful mess.

Roman had a look mixed of ecstasy, humiliation and relief on his face as he finally let go, because damn did it feel really good to release all of that pressure.

When his bladder finally emptied he slowly removed his hands from his face and looked at Logan, with teary eyes. "Serves you right" Logan said simply as he got his phone out and snapped a few pictures.

"Oh my god you better delete those!" He exclaimed, covering his face once again as the situation hit him and he finally began to cry.

"Oh Roman, always so dramatic, this is for my personal file, I won't show anyone." 'Except Virgil' he thought to himself.

"Now stop crying, emotions are so..icky. I have some baggy sweatpants you can borrow, and the bathroom is right over there. That isn't a closet door, it's a bathroom, my closet is built into the wall over there" Logan said, getting up to retrieve some sweatpants.

And Roman almost knocked himself out face palming, because of course Logan would have a private bathroom to himself.

He was given the sweatpants, and told to change as Logan called the maids to clean up the mess and take Roman's laundry.

He was fairly surprised that when he got back out, Logan said nothing of the matter, just told him to continue writing down the definitions.

And the teacher was right, in a way. The whole experience did bring them closer after the awkward tension left the air. Logan got to know Roman a little better, and Roman got to know Logan. It was kind of nice.

Though they wouldn't exactly call each other friends. Years of bullying doesn't just disappear with a snap of your fingers-but they did both gain a newfound respect for one another.

And that was good enough for Logan.

A/n: Fuck-You-David TYSM for the prompt, boo 😘

This was fun, I liked writing this a lot 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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