Omg I'm so so so sorry about how long this took a lot of stuff has been happening my grandma passed I broke up with my boyfriend I started dating a new guy who is 10x better just a lot of stuff which isn't an excuse but I promise I won't stop this story!

The next day at school Wilbur rushed from his car, having not picked up Penny that morning- she left early for cheerleading practice- and ran to the library to find his girlfriend. He heard a teacher yell at him for running in the school halls, but ignored them as he burst through the library double doors. He scanned the full tables for the long red hair of his girlfriend, eventually finding her in the back, surrounded by her cheerleading friends. He groaned internally. The group she was with was some of the most popular- as well as most fake- girls in the school. A group of girls Wilbur liked to call the pixies, due to their short stature and slightly pointy ears. They were led by a short blonde named Tinkerbelle, who was currently telling what seemed to be an absolutely riveting story, judging by the looks on the other girls faces. Wilbur couldn't have cared less as he yanked a chair over, sitting on it backwards. "Hey Penny. We need to talk." He said gruffly, more angerily than he intended. Penny jumped, giving him an annoyed look.

"Hey Wilbur," She said, mocking his tone. "I'm busy, Tinkerbelle is telling a story." She crossed her arms, turning back towards the pixies. Wilbur sighed, rolling his eyes. Penny wasn't herself when she was around her cheerleading friends, she became more preppy, more quick annoyance and she never really laughed as much around them as she did when she was just around WIlbur or other friends.

Wilbur shook his head, grabbing Penny's arm and looking her in the eye. "We seriously need to talk. Somewhere private."

The words 'Somewhere private elicited a chorus of 'oooohs' from the pixies, clearly getting an idea in their head that Wilbur did not mean in the slightest. He felt his cheeks heating up against his will as he shook his head. "That is not what I meant!" He threw his hands up, rolling his eyes. "I just need to talk to you, and it has to be private."

"Whatever you gotta say can be said in front of us." One of the pixies, Rosetta, a redhead with a strong southern accent and stronger personality drawled out. The other girls tittered, and Penny nodded.

"Yeah, I agree. There's no need to go into private, Wilbur. In fact, it's honestly kinda creepy that you even want to." She giggled a bit, rolling her eyes and flipping her hair. Wilbur sighed, pushing away from the table and standing up.

"Fine, okay, whatever." He said, his tone cool and uncaring, even though inside he was a bit hurt by her words. He grabbed his backpack, which he had threw down to the floor, and slung it over his shoulder. "I'll see you at lunch." He slowly made his way from the library, walking towards one of the back staircases, where smokers and the goth kid hung out. He leaned against a pole, sighing more loudly and dramatically then was needed. A small figure next to him looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"Wilbur?" A familiar voice said, startling him out of his thoughts.

He looked up, seeing violet sitting down on a nearby bench, with a sketchbook in her hands. "Hey, violet." He sighed, straightening up.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a tinge of concern to her voice. He couldn't help but notice a warm feeling spread through his chest as he looked up at her, noticing the tendrils of hair that fell out of her pony tail, making her look just so much more real.

"Yeah-uh, yeah. I'm okay. Just, a lot of stuff is happening lately." He sighed again, shoving his hands in his pockets. Violet raised an eyebrow, putting away her sketchbook and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"For some reason I doubt that." She said with a bit of humor. Wilbur looked down, kicking the ground.

"I guess its because it's a lie." He bit his lip unsure if he should tell violet what he learned of last night. If she knew it and didn't tell him, he'd be mad. He needed to tell her, just how is the question. She looked st him curiously, almost concerned.

"Is everything okay Wilbur?" She tilted her head s bit, her eyes wide. Wilbur took a deep breath, looking up at her.

"Syndromes returned. And I think he's seeking revenge."