A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter. Well, two chapters in one day is a lot. You better be thankful.
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The fight didn't last long.
The bodies of many different nerds were splayed everywhere, only one
still standing. Trent was finishing off Tom and Wade, while the jocks
took care of the rest. Russel had already cleared out Dan and Bo, his
arms growing weak from Ted and Damon ganging up on him.
As Trent turned from the now knocked out bullies he was previously
aggressing, a hard hit was placed on his back.
The blonde struggled to sit up and face his attackers, meeting two
very familiar faces.
"You betrayed us!" Troy yelled furiously, lunging forward to land
another punch at Trent. The blonde barely managed to dodge his fist,
shoving him upwards as he stood up.
"You left us for some jock!" Ethan shouted, swinging upwards to graze
his jaw. Trent stumbled back slightly but quickly countered with a
kick that knocked the black ninja backwards.
"Does he mean so much to you that you'd do this?" Troy spoke up and
tackled Trent. He struggled against the redhead, quickly sinking his
teeth into the bruised flesh that made its way too close to his face.
Troy yelped and staggered back, hardly managing a hit to Trent's cheek.
"He stole you from us!" Ethan screamed after he regained his
composure, hovering over the blonde. He landed kicks to his sides
while Troy punched him. Trent struggled and struggled, although his
will never wore down.
By then, Russel had taken down Casey and Juri. Luis was becoming more
worn down by the minute, as Ted and Damon continued their attacks on
the ape-like man, looking pretty beat up themselves.
Trent found an opening. Swiftly bringing his knee upwards, he hit Troy
right in the groin. The redhead whined in reaction, his punches
ceasing in favor of holding his "boys".
Ethan looked down in confusion, Trent taking the opportunity to trip
him and switch his and Troy's positions. The blonde dropped his knee
once again in between the other male's legs to ensure he wouldn't get
up anytime soon, his focus back on Ethan as he stood up.
"Halt immediately!"
Trent found himself shoved to the ground quickly by the teenager in
front of him, causing his head to spin and his insides to churn. Out
of the corner of his eye he saw those who were still conscious running.
As he stumbled to stand up and sprint after them, he was brought back
down again by a heavier, larger weight. He heard the distant voices of
the authority figures he knew so well- prefects.
He was fucked.
*Kirby*
A loud thump against a hard surface woke him, his eyes snapping open
to Davis lying down on the floor, a chair underneath him.
"Shit," the bully groaned, standing up to straighten his chair before
he sat down again. He looked over to the jock on the bed, staring him
down, and bit his lip.
Kirby had then been aware of the ruckus going on outside the
dormitory. Carefully, but quickly, he leaped towards his window when
the bully across the room was off-guard and opened the blinds. His
eyes and mouth went wide and he scanned the area again before Davis
brought him back to his bed again, a bit too roughly for his liking.
There were nerds, jocks, and bullies everywhere. They were mostly
unconscious, with the exception of the ones being brought down by
prefects. Heck, some of them were fighting back and attempting to
escape the authorities. Had Trent done this?
Davis moved over to the window after dragging Kirby from it, his brows
knitting together. He sniffed and snapped the blinds shut before
crossing his arms against his chest, eyes at first trained on Kirby,
then to the door.
The two stayed that way for what seemed like forever until Dan stepped
inside the room. His lip was cut open, his clothes were ripped, his
eye was swollen shut, and he looked like a walking bruise. The redhead
winced as he lie himself down on his bed, staring at Kirby with one eye.
"You feeling better?" he croaked, to which Kirby scoffed.
"I wouldn't be asking," the brunette replied, slumping down to his
pillow with a slight wince. It was a mistake to even have moved
towards that window, he realized. Not only was he concerned for what
was happening, he was in tremendous amounts of pain.
Dan let out a solemn, half-hearted noise of acknowledgement before the
room was silent again. Davis shifted awkwardly, his eyes still fixed
on the door with a glimpse of concern on his features.
Kirby's eyes began to flutter shut once more with the only sound in
the room being the quiet breaths of three teenage boys, and his heart
thumping loudly.
Kirby awoke much, much later in the night. His eyes felt crusty and he
struggled to lift his eyelids. He blinked a few times before his
vision was less hazy, then looked around the room. Davis was gone, but
Dan was sprawled out on his bed. He looked stiff, but at least he was
breathing.
He looked around some more until he squinted at the large, red numbers
on his alarm clock. 4:17.
He didn't know why, but he sat up. He didn't know why, but he slipped
off his bed and into his wheelchair, with very much pain involved. He
didn't know why, but he traveled out into the hall. And he didn't know
why, but he instantly sat in front of Trent and Davis's door and
twisted the knob with no hesitation.
What he saw made his heart stop.
