Warning: censored curses

*Roman's POV*

I wiped at my gorgeous eyes, getting rid of those manly tears that had fallen from my stunningly beautiful eyes, when I noticed that Patton had fallen asleep.

"He must have been so stressed, look at those bags. Anymore time without sleep and they would become suitcases!" I said, brushing the hair out of his sleeping face.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated, causing me to startle slightly.

"Roman, who sent the text?" Thomas asked.

"I don't know, Thomas the dank engine." I replied, as Thomas snorted at my nickname.

Anx pulled out his phone, before his face dropped for a moment, before being filled with rage and agression I have never seen on his make-up ridden face.

"Anx, what is it?" Logan asked, cautiously, as he had removed his hands from the hug, but kept one hand on Patton's shoulder supportingly.

"It's....it's trouble. Logan, can you get into his phone?" Anx asked, handing the phone to Logan, who wasn't tangled up in this massive hug.

"I suppose I can, but for what need?" Logan said, as he looked confused.

"To make sure that I'm wrong." Anx said, nervously.

What was going on with the nightmare before everything?

Logan nodded, as he looked at the phone, before typing in a seemingly random set of numbers before getting got in.

"What? How?" Thomas asked, shocked.

I was equally as shocked, as I stroked Patton's hair gently as he began to mumble in his slumber.

"I just used the residue from the oil on Patton's fingers to press the correct buttons. I guessed on the order though." Logan said.

"Really?" I asked, amazed.

"No, his password was 1234. It was quite simple." Logan said, his face deadpan, as he gave the phone back to Anx.

"Thanks." Anx mumbled, as he went to Patton's recent texts, as he clicked on one. His face fell to that of mortified as he gasped, dropping the phone, hands shaking.

"It's them." Anx said, the shaking growing worse.

Logan put supporting hands on Anx's shoulders, as Anx breathed, leaning in closer to the hug, using it as a teather, I suppose.

"It's who, Brad Pitiful?" I asked, hoping the nickname would help loosen the tention.

"It's those kids that were picking on me earlier. They found Patton's number and we're cyber bullying him...Why?!" Anx asked, clutching at his hair in confusion and self anger.

"Hey, it's ok, Anx. You couldn't have known." Thomas said, putting a hand on Anx in an effort to call him down.

"What did Patton do to deserve this?" I asked, dramatically.

Logan gazed his eyes downcast, avoiding my question.

"Logan?" I asked.

"Well....I have a hypothesis, Anx, do you remember who clobbered those heathens for you?" Logan asked, as we all looked confused.

Of course, Logan did it, that's what we all assumed.

"Wait Logan, it was you who beat up those losers that day, right?" Anx shot up, asking, looking directly at Logan.

"Unfortunately, that is false. I have no acceptable proof that Patton did or did not; however, Patton appeared to have injured his hand when, coincidentally, the bullies were on the ground and he was standing next to them. So it is logical to assume that Patton defended you that day, not I." Logan said, and Anx face froze with shock.

"....this is all my fault!" Anx shouted slightly, his hands pulling at his hair in self hatred and anger.

Patton shifted at the yell, as he cuddled me closer to him, falling back asleep.

"Shh, he's still sleeping." I harshly shushed him, as I kept running my fingers through his messy brown hair.

"Sorry." Anx apologized to me, as he bit his lip, messing with his sleeves.

"It's ok. It's also not your fault, Anx. It's those mouth-breathers fault." Thomas said, as Anx gave a semi smirk, semi smile at the attempt at the insult.

"It is also logical to make an assumption that those heathens are the ones that so precariously and rudely stuck Patton through the basketball hoop." Logan said, his eyes growing colder with every word he spoke.

"They did this?! I shall slay them for hurting my friend!" I exclaimed quietly, an angry passion lightening up in my eyes, as I started to shift to get up, but Patton clutched me tighter, mumbling weakly in response.

He seemed uncomfortable in his sleep, as he shifted, his good eye watering with unshed tears from what probably torments him in his dreams.

"Patton." Anx said quietly, and after seeing the pain he was in, he started hugging us tighter, which was unusual for the dark edgy emo overlord.

"Alright, I'll take Patton and let him sleep. You guys go sort this out." Thomas said, sounding very commanding, as I shifted and gave the sleepy Patton to Thomas, who was leaning against the bleachers. Patton clung to Thomas, as he softly snored, his black eye shining in the light of the gym.

"We will deal with this efficiently and affectively and be returning to you shortly." Logan said, his eyes dark and cold, kinda unsettling.

"I shall go slay these, what was that word you used again, Logan?" I asked, as I stood triumphantly.

"Heathens." Logan said, bluntly, as I nodded.

"I shall slay these heathens!" I continued my sentence, pretending I had a cape that was bellowing in the wind.

"I guess it's my turn to be your hero, Pat. Just sit tight." Anx said, softly, as he patted Patton's head gently, before standing up.

"Let's go." He said, clearly his emo side making way for his agressive side.

"Right on!" I shouted humming 'I need a hero by Bonny Tyler (the better version in my royal opinion)' under my breath, as I stormed ahead, clearing the path of confused and annoyed kids, with Anx behind me and Logan in the back.

Anx hissed at one of the annoyed terns, as he attempted to stop me and my merry crew on our questions for revenge!

I looked back at Logan, as his glasses getting that weird shine and I couldn't see his eyes.

When I looked, I saw our bad guys in sight, smirking to myself, as I quickly got into character. The hero of the story!

"You there! I have a few words to speak with you!" I said, taking a step forward, before I felt Anx rush past me, pushing me to the side, as he grabbed the guy by his shirt, wanting to lift him up, but unable to.

"Anx, one, how dare you interrupt me! And two.." I said, leaving it hanging, before I walked over and picked the guy up by his shirt with Anx, watching as his dark brown eyes changed to an evil smirk.

"How dare you do that to my friend!? How dare you do that to Patton!" Anx shouted, as I jumped slightly at how loud he could be.

"You messed up big time!" I said, grinning at myself for that one, as the firey passion lit up in my eyes again, as I growled. "And now, your going to pay the price of picking on one of my loyal friends." I said, about ready to punch him.

"Roman, that isn't nessessary." Logan said, stopping my arm from punching him in the face, as I glanced back at him.

"And why not?!" I said, a bit stunned that he would interrupt my amazing act.

"I've got something better." Was all Logan said, before he walked up to the boy, glaring at him with his eyes that could freeze the oceans.

"If you ever attempt to harass Patton or Anx or even me or Roman, D-hook, I will just so happen to give the News Team a new scoop with photoshopped incriminating pictures, reviling how you have slept with multiple guys, D-hook. I will also tell the school about your parents poor choice of a name and how rediculous it it, D-hook, or as I remember seeing, Dollyn." Logan said, so chillingly, that it caused me to have goosebumps.

Dollyn's eyes widened like saucer plates, as he turned to see his lackey laughing at him, before snarling.

"Fûck off, nerd. Your threats don't scare me. Patton got what he deserved, that-" He said, clearly scared.

He was about to finish, but before Logan could say another word, or I could whip up an excellent rebuttal against his vulgar word choice, Anx punched him straight in the mouth, and to my surprise, a tooth falling out as he did so.

"That, was for what you were about to say." Anx said, smiling as he kept the tooth, as Dollyn looked helpless at Anx.

"Who's the fâggot now, Dollyn?" I hear Anx whisper in his ear, and I drop Dollyn.

Dollyn... whatever his last name is... runs off, flipping us off as he went, as I scoffed. "You did good, Anx." I said, smiling.

"Yea, I did. It feet good." Anx said, grinning to himself, as he held the tooth.

"Hey Logan, didn't Anx do great at punching that-" I said, turning around, before my face went cold.

There stood Mrs. Vetal, tapping her heeled foot on the ground with an annoying tap.

Anx, Logan, and I all shared a look, before turning back to Mrs. Vetal.

We were so doomed.

"Virgil did what now, Mr. Hendrix?" She asked, with that sickly sweet smile that gave me more goosebumps than Logan.

"Mrs. Vetal, this situation isn't what it appears to be." Logan said, slightly phased when she called Anx Virgil, as he looked at her in an effort to explain. She glared at Logan, shutting him down very quickly.

"I know what I saw, boys. I saw violence. I needed to have a talk with you boys anyway. Where is Mr. Byers and....Mr. Sanders...ugh. I need to speak with both of them as well." Mrs. Vetal said, annoyed. When she said Thomas, she visibility cringed, much to my confusion and Anx...Virgil's... frustration.

"Patton is recovering from being shoved into a basketball net that you don't seem to ever notice, Mrs. Vetal!" Virgil said, angry at how he was put in this situation when countless times, he was in the opposite position and she didn't notice.

"Anx, chill. I got this." I said, patting his shoulder, as I stepped up to the plate.

"Mrs. Vetal. I have to say, you look rather lovely today. Are those new shoes?" I asked, as I smiled my charming smile.

"Flattery gets you nowhere, Romeo." Mrs. Vetal said, sternly.

I cleared my throat, internally wincing. "Well, I must say, you look fantastic today nonetheless. Anyway, this situation isn't what it appears to be, like Logan said. You see...." I started to explain, but she cut me off, rudely shoving a finger on my lips, as if to shush me.

"Office, now." She demanded, as she pointed with her other hand.

"But Mrs. Vetal?" I asked, basically begging.

"Office! I won't say it again or it's expulsion for all three of you!" She shouted, as I nodded, slinking away with a passive agressive Virgil and a frigid Logan.

On the way to the office, both of us looked at Virgil, unsure of what to say about his name.

"I would have told you eventually. I just....wasn't comfortable with my real name. But, I guess it doesn't matter now." Virgil said, defeated.

"Anx- I mean, Virgil. We'll call you whatever you want us too. If you want is to call you Anx, we'll call you Anx. If you want us to call you Virgil now, we'll call you Virgil. Names don't matter, you do." I said, as I put a confirming hand on his shoulder.

"I agree with Roman. Whatever makes you the most comfortable, we will comply." Logan said, wearily and slowly putting his other hand on Anx/Virgil's shoulder.

"Thanks...you guys can call me Virgil, Verge for short." Virgil joked, as I smiled, chuckling at the nickname.

"Alright, Virgil, Verge for short." Logan said, an invisible smile on his face, while his eyes remained icy cold brown.

We got seated in the office as we waited, seeing that our impending doom was just over the horizon.

*Patton's POV*

"...."
"..ton...."
"Patton...."
"Patton Montgomery!"

I gasped for breath, as I jolted up quickly, looked around the gym frantically, trying to find the source of the voice that kept calling for me.

"Patton, are you ok?" A different voice asked me again, as I turned to look at it.

It was Thomas, or at least I think it is. It's hard to tell, he was very fuzzy. My eye hurts too much to focus, so I close my blurry eye.

"I'm ok." I said, groggily, still exausted and sore as the memories flooded back to me.

The net, the beating, the phone.

The phone!

I opened my good eye to see if my phone had gone off, in fear that Anx, Logan, Thomas, or Roman saw it.

When I got there, it was marked read, confirming the worst.

"Thomas, did you?" I asked, seeing as it said I read the text

"Yea. Logan got into your phone. We were just worried and we didn't go through your stuff, I promise. Sorry." Thomas said, as I looked back to see he looked guilty.

"It's ok, kiddo! I'm glad you were honest to me, but next time, don't go snooping through my stuff, kiddo." I said, as I looked at the position I was in and pulled away slightly.

I was in his lap, laying facing him. I guess I was using him as a pillow.

"Patton, I'm not your kiddo." Thomas said, but I didn't listen.

"How.... where's Roman?" I asked, prioritizing.

"He's...my....., awaiting.... you......Mr. Sanders." Mrs. Vetal said, though I couldn't hear her well, I did hear how she barely contained her hatred in saying Sanders.

I was looking around the gym, before I stopped, my head pounding like drums. I took a couple deep breaths, before relaxing. Being too worked up can make a headache worse.

"He's....um....not here. He's with Logan." Thomas said, and I turned back to face him.

"Where's Logan?" I said, as my confusion and concern grew.

"He's with Anx." Thomas said, looking away from me.

I grabbed Thomas's shoulders comfortingly, but meaning business, from our awkward position on the floor.

"Where is Anx." I said, my voice dropping, as I entered DAD mode.

".......in trouble for beating up the people who hurt you...." Thomas said, quietly, giving a weak smile afterwards.

"They're what?" I asked, as I felt adrenaline pumped through me.

"I just said that, Mr. Montgomery. I can't tell if your deaf or stupid." Mrs. Vetal mumbled the last part, clearly annoyed.

My eye widened in worry and fear, as Thomas put his hands on my shoulders as well, trying to calm me down, but it wasn't working.

"We...we have to go! I can't..." I said, frantically trying to get up, as I froze when a fresh wave of pain hit me.

"Patton, relax! You'll hurt yourself again." Thomas said, as he tried to pull me down, but I was not going to sit down. Not while my friends were fighting my battles.

"Thomas, we...we have to go..." I said, as I tilted, leaning against the bleachers.

"Yes, he's quite right. Head to the office, I must go get something." Mrs. Vetal said, before her heels clicked off, fading from my hearing.

I started to slip, my sides feeling like death from that horrid kick I got.

"Patton!" Thomas shouted as soon as she was gone, grabbing my arm and wrapping of over his shoulder. "You really shouldn't be moving. You got hurt pretty badly..." Thomas said, quietly. I was about to say that I didn't care, we had to go, but Thomas cut me off. "But if you determined to go, let's go." Thomas finished.

"Yes." I said, as I took a step, with Thomas being my support.

"I hope we're not to late." I mumbled under my breath, and Thomas nodded in agreement, as me made our way down the halls of Crofter high.
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Greetings!

Man, this chapter is looong!

So, I'm ending this on a tention note cause why not!

Next chapter will get a bit more....
Umbridgeish....
If you know what I mean....

Gosh, I hate umbridge.....

Anyway, bye guys!

Love, duck