Chapter Four

"Kid," the boy yelled, slamming on the wall, "Shut up." There was a loud moan and the boys smirked, then laughed at Amy's wide-eyed expression and Rex's slight blush.

"Well, you guys are different, I'll give you that," Amy muttered, wrapping her arms around Rex's waist and tiredly leaning against him. He turned around, resting his chin on her head.

"We should probably do formal introductions," Anthony chuckled slightly, "I'm Anthony Higgins, Racetrack."

"Sean Conlon, Spot. And the scarring boys in the next room-."

"Are here!" Marshall laughed, "Marshall Meyers, Mush."

"Kevin James, Kid Blink."

"David Jacobs, just call me-."

"Mouth," another boy finished, grinning.

"-David," he finished lamely.

"And I'm Jack Kelly-."

"Full names Jack," Anthony smirked. Jack growled at him but David smiled.

"Francis Sullivan."

"Traitor," Jack muttered, folding his arms.

"Oh, grow a pair," Amy muttered, rolling his eyes, "I've heard worse."

"Try me."

"Amy, don't you dare," Rex started.

"William Bartholemeu Cartier," she said with a slightly accent but grinned, "the third." They all laughed but Rex glared at Amy. "I win."

"Your middle name's Bartholemeu?" Marshall asked, laughing slightly.

"Yes," Rex growled, glaring down at him. Kevin stepped in front, raising his fist but Amy yanked Rex back, round kicking Kevin to the ground.

"You touch him and I will kill you."

"Okay, who's ready for breakfast," Anthony asked, quickly changing the subject.

"No, where the hell do you come off?" Sean yelled but Amy just rolled her eyes. He grabbed her arm, pulling her out into the hallway, and slammed her into the wall. Either hand blocking her from leaving and although her face was bored, her face showed fear. He shook his head, dropping his hands and walked off, slamming every door until he was out of the building. Whatever that girl's problem was, it made her something she wasn't and he did not like it. He walked a while longer but eventually heard multiple footsteps behind him.

"Hey Conlon," a voice sneered, pulling him to an abrupt halt, "Why aren't you with your queers?"

"Yeah," another laughed creepily, "Where are they, huh?"

"Fuck off," Sean spat, shoving the boy who grabbed him.

"What're you gonna do? Set the gays on me, kiss me," Sean punched him but felt the other grab him.

"You alright Morris?"

"I will be," Morris growled, punching Sean in the gut. He brought his fist up, punching Sean's face, left then right and finally, the other boy, threw Sean to the ground but he turned away when a shoe hit him in the head.

"Hey Morris look," he sneered.

"Hey girly," Morris smirked and both slinked closer. Amy glared at the boys, both her fists balled and waited for the to get closer but suddenly, they were on the floor, Sean standing behind them with a pole.

"What the hell are you doing," he breathed in pain.

"I was trying to help you," she said slowly, folding her arms when he laughed, "What?"

"You, help me? That's funny."

"Well you looked you needed it," she shrugged picking up her shoe.

"Not from you."

"And why not me?"

"You're serious?" Sean smirked, "You really think you could've taken them?"

"Probably."

"You should be a comedian, you know that?"

"What the hell is so funny?"

"You're a girl."

"I'm glad you noticed."

"And you wanted to fight them."

"Yeah?"

"Girls can't fight." Her fist connected with his already sore jaw.

"Fuck you, Conlon."

This is the end of the beginning, hope you liked it :-D