WARNING: Panic attack

Logan wiped his eyes again. "Thanks." He muttered.

"No problem." Remus said, more interesting in flipping his pencil around than Logan. "Any chance to get back at Daniel and Freddie is a win in my book."

"How'd you know my name?" Logan asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Remus looked over at him. "Huh?"

"My name?" Logan repeated. "I never told you, how'd you know it?"

"Oh." Remus said. He grinned. "We're in the same Maths set. Just you're always so annoyingly perfect and precise with your uniform, you look weird in normal clothes. That's why I didn't recognise you at first."

Logan stared at him. "You're in top set for Maths?"

Remus nodded. "Mhm. And English, Spanish and French." He didn't say it with annoyance as such, more just distaste.

"How come I've never seen you before, then?" Logan asked. Remus shrugged.

"I'm sat right at the back." He said. "You're sat at the front. The front row people usually pretend us back rows don't exist. Unless it's a substitute teacher."

Logan still looked disbelieving. "What's wrong, Lo?" Janus asked. "Believe someone can't be hot and smart at the same time?"

"No, it's not that-"

"For the love of God, would you stop hitting on my brother?!" Roman snapped, cutting Logan off. He turned around and glared at Janus. Janus glared back at him.

"Why? What's the problem?" He asked.

"The problem is it's weird!" Roman snapped, his voice rising. "It's weird that you're hitting on the brother of your ex and it's weird that you think you could pull another Winston!"

"Why couldn't I pull another Winston?" Janus asked. He seemed to force a smirk but his voice was also getting louder. "I pulled you, Romano."

"Guys-" Logan tried to intervene.

"Oh please, you were practically falling over your own feet to date me." Roman scoffed. "And I've already told you-"

"Oh, told me, huh?" Janus asked. His fake smirk fell away. "Told me, huh?!" He yelled angrily, planting his hands on the desk.

"Guys-!"

"You don't tell me what to do anymore, Roman." Janus shouted, glaring daggers at the other boy. "You aren't the boss of my life anymore. I can damn well do what I want and if I want to hit on another boy when you're in the room-"

"Guys!" Logan said, raising his voice enough to get their attention. "Shut up." He hissed.

"Why should-?" Janus started, seemingly eager to find someone to take his anger out on.

"Shush." Logan hissed. He pointed at Virgil. Janus and Roman looked over at him as if they'd forgotten he'd existed.

Virgil had his hands clasped over his ears, his fingers scrabbling wildly at his hair. His eyes were squeezed shut. They all stared at him for a couple of seconds. Logan looked between the three boys and then back at Virgil.

"Honestly." He muttered.

Logan got up out of his seat and crept over to Virgil's desk. He crouched down next to Virgil, using the desk to balance.

"Hey." He whispered softly. "Do you need a time out?"

Virgil opened one eye and nodded. Logan nodded slowly. "Okay, come on." He said, standing up.

Virgil shook his head. "I-I can't." He whispered. "I-I-I can't."

Logan crouched down next to Virgil again. "You can." He whispered softly. "There's no one here to judge. You're going to be okay, okay?"

Virgil swallowed and nodded. Shakily, he got up from his desk, his hands still clasped over his ears.

"Are you okay with touch?" Logan asked quietly. Virgil shook his head quickly. "Okay, okay. It's quieter down this end of the hall. Come on." He offered Virgil a small smile but glared at the boys behind Virgil's back.

"Happy now?" He mouthed before leading Virgil into a quieter corner of the hall.

"Do you want to be left alone?" He asked.

Virgil didn't say anything, leaning his head against the wall.

"I'll be at my desk if you need help." Logan said before heading back to the front of the hall.

"What the Hell-?" Roman started. Logan shushed him quickly. "What the Hell was that?" Roman asked quietly.

"Virgil gets quite bad panic attacks over loud sounds." Logan explained quietly. He jumped up onto his desk, crossing his legs. "So no more arguing, got it?"

If you based this on your own experience, clap your hands.
*claps violently*
If you turned Logan into one of your closest friends who helped you through your panic attack, clap your hands.
*claps even more violently*
Bye,
Blaize