Authors note: So I have decided to make a one-shot thing… A place to put all my stories that I don't plan to make any longer and I was too lazy to make a summary for!
I plan to put only Brotherly-love, friendship kind of stories only! I DO WRITE SLASH BUT THIS IS NOT A SLASH STORY PLACE!
Now that I am done with announcements...
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"Hey Pogue," Tyler yelled, sprinting down the school's hallway. The sea of blue blazers parted for the youngest son of Ipswich, creating room for the teen to sprint through.
The biker slowed, waiting for Tyler to appear at his side, "Hey Baby Boy," The Pogue greeted, causally slinging an arm around the brunettes shoulders. The gap of students that Tyler left quickly filled again. "What's up?"
"Nothing much," Tyler huffed, shooting a cautious look back down the hallway he just ran. Pogue followed the other teen's gaze. The biker watched as Aaron Abbot sprinted round the corner, his friends at his heals. The bully's eyes glinted with pure anger, and his fists remained curled at his sides. The students who recently parted for Tyler remained where they stood, forcing Aaron to shove his way through the mass.
"What the hell did you do Tyler?" Pogue muttered, tightening his grip around the younger teen's shoulders and doubling their pace down the hall.
"I may or may not have pissed of Aaron, just a little bit." Tyler answered, ducking his head and avoiding Pogue's intense gaze.
"Just a little?" Pogue smirked, raising his eyebrows in a playful taunt.
"Shut up." Tyler grumbled, rolling his eyes dramatically for the biker to see.
"SIMMS!" A yell broke through the pleasant conversation, and seconds later Aaron Abbot had a grip on Tyler's forearm, and ripped the smaller teen away from Pogue. Tyler was dragged back a few feet until slammed against the lockers that lined the hallways. The surrounding students froze, watching the scene before them. "You're going to pay for what you did!" Aaron hissed, slamming his fist inchers from Tyler's head. It took everything the brunette had from flinching when bone hit metal and a soft hum run in his ears. The bully pulled his arm back again, reveling the indent he left form the punch.
"Leave him alone Abbot." Pogue called, taking a step forward only to be blocked by Aaron's groupies Ryan and Joe. The two masses of meat stood side by side allowing the biker to peak over their shoulders and watch Aaron pin Tyler to the lockers.
"I don't think so," Ryan muttered, eyes glinting for a challenge.
"What are you going to do about it Perry?" Aaron snapped tightening his grip on Tyler's arm gaining a grown of pain. "I am tiered of you sons being fucking asses all the time."
"Look in a mirror recently?" Tyler hissed, dodging out of the way of Aaron's fist. Again, hand hit metal and a dent was left as a mark. Pogue let his eyes flash bleed black, and reached out for Reid and Caleb. The biker sent out a quick S.O.S. and cut the connection, turning his attention back to situation at hand.
"Tyler, stop talking." Pogue demeaned, pleading slightly for Tyler to keep his mouth shut and not make things worse.
"Don't worry Perry; Tyler won't be doing much talking when I am done with him." Aaron sneered, eyes turned to slits and fisted was raised once again. Tyler tried to pull away, deciding that maybe messing with Aaron was a bad idea. The brunette let his eyes slide closed and waited for the attack to come.
Pogue held his breath, praying Caleb and Reid would appear.
There was a sound of flesh hitting flesh and Aarons hand was jerked away. Tyler blinked his eyes open, finding Reid and Caleb standing in front of him and Aaron curled into a ball on the ground. "Don't fucking mess with Baby Boy." Reid hissed, shaking slightly with anger.
Aaron's cronies jumped forward, and pulled their leader up from the ground. The blond bully remained half bent with an arm wrapped around his chest, the other round Ryan's neck for support.
"Then maybe Baby Boy shouldn't pick fights he can't handle." Aaron spat, eyes fixed on the teen in question.
"Maybe you shouldn't pick on the freshman." Tyler yelled over Reid and Caleb's shoulders, trying to look menacing while being guarded by his older brothers. "I just stopped you from tossing that kid into the dumpster."
"You little…" Aaron trailed off.
A new voice echoed through the hall, "Out of my way," all eyes flickered to the mass of blue blazers then landed on the approaching teacher.
"This isn't over," Aaron spat, pulling Ryan away. "Not for a long shot Simms." The three disappeared around the corner.
"What is going on here?" The man yelled, panting from the exhausting struggle to get through the hallway. "What did you do?"
"We didn't do anything Mr. Ross." Caleb insisted, stepping forward and commanding attention, "Just a little miscommunication between classmates."
Mr. Ross looked worried and nodded slowly, "Alright, just don't let it happen again." The teacher took a moment to stare down each of the sons, then nodded again, "Now, get to class."
"Yes Sir," Caleb and Tyler chorused while Reid and Pogue nodded franticly.
Satisfied with his answer, Mr. Ross turned on his heels and stomped away. The man disappeared into the thinning group of students.
"That was a close one," Reid muttered staring down the hall to where the teacher had walked.
"On more than one level," Pogue muttered, his gaze landing on his youngest brother, then flickering to the dents Aaron left on the locker.
"Let's head to lunch." Tyler announced, avoiding his brothers' eyes and taking off down the hallway. "Come on!" the teen yelled over his shoulder.
"Tyler!" Caleb yelled to the brunettes' receding back. "Shouldn't we talk about what just happened?"
"Nope," Tyler called back. The youngest son reached the end of the hallway and pivoted to star down the hall at his brothers. "No hurry up, I hear they have fries today, and I want to get there before they turn cold."
"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist." Reid smirked, marching down the corridor, Pogue and Caleb at his heels. The brothers meet at the hallway crossroads and began their journey to the school cafeteria; in the epic quest for warm French fries.
"Dude, Abbot has a nice right hook." Pogue muttered, interrupting the silence. Reid snorted, Caleb shook his head in amusement, and Tyler spun around to give the biker a look of disbelief. "I'm sorry," Pogue, continued sarcastically, "You were all thinking it."
"No," Caleb chuckled shaking his head once more, "we weren't."
