A/N: Sorry this chapter is like really long, but anyhow, hope you enjoy it. XD
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Ianto Jones was an average seventeen year old boy. He was quite intelligent and was labelled as a nerd, along with his best friend Toshiko Sato. They'd rather spend their free time reading rather than playing sports. Ianto was a big target for the bullies, and he got bullied a lot. He more or less took the verbal and physical abuse for not just him but for Tosh, too. There were five people mainly who ripped him to shreds but the main bullies were Owen Harper and John Hart.
There was a time when Owen was his best friend though, a lot had happened since then. Owen had befriended John and his gang and completely turned against him. Ianto hadn't necessarily done anything wrong, but for some reason, John had always hated him and so John turned Owen against him and now Ianto got beatings daily. He never told anyone who beat him up, he never told anyone he was even getting bullied, he just used lame excuses after lame excuses.
He didn't want any more hassle than he was already getting. It just seemed easier that way. Tosh, of course knew what was happening as she was there to witness it most of the time. But, Ianto had told her not to say anything and so neither of them uttered a word.
Ianto lumped his bag along with him, today was the first day back, first day of the term. Ianto waved goodbye to his Mum and watched her retreating car before turning around and picking up his bag. He heaved a sigh and hoped of all hopes that this term wouldn't be as bad as the last, but he knew he wouldn't get that lucky.
He spotted Tosh and smiled as he made his way over to her, they hugged for a while before they just stood and talked for a while. They talked about their break, the things they did and what not. He spotted Owen and his 'gang' walking over and he sighed. "Oh no, look who's here." He muttered to Tosh before he heard Owen's voice reach him. "Oi, Jones!"
Ianto sighed and turned to face Owen and his friends walking towards him in an intimidating manor. Ianto frowned as he looked at him. "What?" He sighed. "And I have a first name, ya'know." He added as an afterthought.
Owen just smirked. "I've missed you, ya'know. The thrill of getting to pound on you every day, to watch you lie on the floor helpless." An evil smirk pulled at the young man's lips and Ianto just rolled his eyes. "What are you trying to get at, Owen?" Ianto asked, irritated.
Owen scowled and swung a harsh punch to Ianto's stomach, Ianto bent over and groaned loudly. "The point is, Jones. Is that you get an extra special beating today for all the beating's that you've missed out on." A smug smile formed on Owen's lips as he signalled for the rest of his friends to pitch in and they started to throw punches and kicks and Ianto.
After about ten minutes they all began to walk away, satisfied. Ianto lay on the floor, bloodied and bruised. Toshiko who had been standing by helplessly ran to Ianto's aid. Ianto gasped for breath as he tried to move into a sitting position. Every movement hurt. Tosh quickly knelt down beside Ianto. "Oh, Ianto. You shouldn't let them do this to you." Ianto shrugged his shoulders which just made him wince as a jolt of pain shot through his body. "I guess so, but I'd rather it be me than you." He rasped out as he moved and sat back against a tree that was near-by.
Tosh frowned softly but decided to not press the matter any further. She slowly stood up and gave Ianto her hand to help him up. "C'mon, let's go inside... I'll help clean you up." Ianto slowly nodded before accepting Toshiko's hand gratefully and pulling himself up to his feet. He winced with pain and began to walk with Tosh towards the main building. He leant most of his weight against Tosh as he limped along. Tosh was quite a petite small girl, but she had enough strength to hold Ianto up. Ianto was quite muscular from previously playing a bit of rugby and he worked out once or twice a week. But, he wasn't as muscular as Owen or John, who played a variety of sports and worked out most days of the week.
Ianto and Tosh walked towards Ianto's room, dorm 5. Ianto walked in and dumped his bag by the door before sitting down on his bed, letting out a relieved sigh to be able to sit down again. Ianto had one room-mate, but they didn't really speak apart from when it was necessary, which was fine by him. Ianto pulled off his shirt, his chest was more toned than muscular, but it was still a nice sight to look at it.
Ianto grimaced at the variety of cuts along his chest and stomach, old and new. His chest seemed to be smeared with blood; Ianto hated blood and so looked away again. Tosh walked away to grab the medical kit to patch up Ianto's battered and bruised skin.