(CW//homophobic slurs, wishing death on people(?) )

Ryan and Dallon felt like idiots entering the school. Ryan had his posture held up by a rib cast thing, and there was a cast on his leg as well. Dallon was wheeling him around with one arm, as the other was casted. They had to get haircuts too, so their doctors could do check ups on their heads weekly. The last thing they wanted was to face the people they thought they could call friends.

But as always, they could never get what they wanted. Pete had approached them, proud smile and all. Dallon-if he could-would murder Pete on sight.

"Hey buddy! Just popping in to say hi, see how y'all are doing, y'know, buddy stuff!" Pete nudged Ryan's side, making him flinch. "Yeah, the teach wanted me to y'know, apologise for beating you up because you two gays were fucking" Pete raised his voice, just so other people heard. Dallon scoffed.

"Fuck you, dipshit. The damage you and your friends did. You could've fucking killed him! You're acting a lot like a fucking three year old. You are a cowardly prick, and till you get the balls to admit that, don't fucking bother us"

They were getting stared at by the small group of now interested people that overheard their conversation.

Pete looked left and right, not seeing a teacher. He then shoved Dallon against the locker angrily. "At least I'm not a fag" Dallon pushed Pete off of him.

"Oh well yeah at least I'm proud to be one"

Dallon leaned over, kissing Ryan passionately while flipping Pete off. Pete went red with anger.

"Go kill yourself faggots!"

They ignored the comment and continued kissing. They didn't stop when the hallways were clearing or when the bell rang. They did however find the nearest janitors closet. A few casts and a wheelchair weren't getting in the way of their make-out session.

But Dallon's curiosity was.

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Oh the cliffhangers, the cliffhangers. Ahahahahahahaha