Requested by The_FirstBatCat hope it's to your liking! Like always I must apologize if it's horrible

Patton huffed in pain as he was once again shoved against a locker, the books that were once nearly tucked in his arms tumbled to the ground and rested at his feet. The group of boys in front of him chuckled and stood right in front of him. “What are you going to do now? Call for help?” The older teen teased earning a few laughs from his friends.

Patton dropped his head and bit the inside of his cheek. He tried not to show any weakness, he had to stay strong and stand up for himself.

Even if he didn't have a voice.

Eventuality the group grew bored and left the mute teen be, when he was sure that they were not going to return Patton hurriedly gathered his belongings and rushed to his class. Once he was there he sat by his friend Virgil who asked what had happened. In return Patton just shrugged and gave him a reassuring smile.

Virgil frowned, knowing all too well what that smile meant, but he chose not to push it.

Eventually. Patton would tell him everything.

He was just cautious and very selfless.

The day went on as usual, for the most part, the morning went well. Patton mostly had classes with Virgil so he was okay, no one would hurt him while Virgil was around. Of course his time with Virgil and being safe was short lived, when the lunch bell rang Patton excused himself and dispersed from Virgil as soon as they walked out of their class. This was a normal thing to Virgil, each time when lunch came around Patton supposedly left to get lunch with one of his parents. Or at least, that was what Patton told him.

In reality, every lunch period was when the bullies came to hunt Patton down. If they had a bad day or failed a test they always looked forward to lunch, knowing that they would be able to take their anger out on Patton who could not say a word, someone who couldn't call for help. As much as Patton hated it he knew that even if he were to ask for help, Virgil would be the bullies next target and Patton didn't want that. He loved Virgil. Like he were his kid.

Virgil smiled at him and signed. “See you next period?” He tilted his head. Patton swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, forcing on a wide smile. Virgil smiled back, complete oblivious to it all, Patton was relieved.  He watched with a careful eye as he left, making sure that none of the bullies neared him. When he was certain that his friend wasn't in danger he sighed and walked down the now empty hallway, when he neared the bathroom a flurry of footsteps came up from behind him and harsh pairs of hands grasped onto his shoulders.

The teen bit his lip as he was tugged and pulled and then he found himself behind flung to the lockers. A cry got stuck in his throat, as usual, and he fell to his knees. His spine ached, his glasses now rested askew on his face. “Get up!” A taller but barked and forcefully made Patton stand back up. “Take your beating like a man!” He yelled in front of his face. Patton scrunched his nose and covered his ears with his hands.

The boy flushed red while his friends laughed and teased him, that was enough to tip him over the edge and before either of them knew it Patton was shoved hard against the lockers once again and when he doubled over the boy had kicked one of his legs, resulting in him falling to the ground. Patton curled in on himself and looked up with wide pleading eyes.

The teen had no sympathy for the poor boy. Instead he began to kick him. Each kick brought a new wave of pain, each worse than the last. Patton whimpered as his vision blurred and his lip bled from biting down on it. Before he could fully pass out a voice called out, Patton weakly looked towards where the voice came from, with his blurry vision he made out a few colors. Black and a hint of dark blue, and light brown.

The teen growled and stopped his torment. “The teacher's pet, let's get outta here.” He sneered, the rest of the group followed him leaving Patton on the ground, writhing in pain as he struggled for breath. The teen that had called the bullies out immediately ran to his aid and kneeled beside him. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder earning a violent jerk from the hurt teen. “It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you.” The teen reassured.

Patton calmed down a bit and looked up at his savior. The boy had a head of soft brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and he wore a black polo shirt and a dark blue tie. “My name is Logan Sanders. Are you able to stand?” Logan asked worriedly. Patton merely stared up at him in a daze. Logan frowned, afraid the teen had hit his head, and he softly shook his shoulder, being careful not to hurt him more than he already was.

Nevertheless Patton winced and shook from his stupor. He softly gasped and regained his breath. Logan helped him sit up and eyed him from head to toe. Patton sighed and smiled softly at him. “Thank you.” He signed. Logan blushed. “Oh ah, are you, deaf?” He pointed to his ear with a small frown. Patton's smile widened and he shook his head. He balled his hand up into a fist and placed his knuckles over his lips. Logan lit up.

“You're mute...” He muttered.

Patton nodded happily.

Logan returned the smile and stood up. “Can you stand?” He repeated. Patton looked down at his injured leg. The one the bully had kicked. He looked back up at Logan and shrugged. “Did something happen with your leg?” Logan questioned anxiously. Patton nodded slowly and lifted up his pant leg to reveal a large purple bruise on his leg. Logan winced and decided then and there that was going to do everything he had to protect this boy.

He scooped him up into his arms and Patton immediately clung to him. “It's okay, I'm going to take you to the nurse okay? You're safe now, promise.” With those words Patton finally allowed himself to break, he hid his face in between his shoulder and neck and silently cried.

Finally.

He had been saved.