(A.N I'm so sorry about the long wait. Again. I'm terrible I know, hopefully I'll update sooner next time. I'm sorry ;_; )
The only movement the two had had for the rest of the night was Punk guiding Dolph towards where some bandages were kept and him wrapping his arms up, not wanting his friend to bleed out, and he knew Dolph would feel better with them covered up where he, or anyone else, couldn't see them. After his arms were all wrapped up Punk led him to Dolph's bed, where it would be more comfortable for their current position. After they had settled in there, Dolph still clinging desperately to Punk, they hadn't moved. Dolph had continued to cry, seemingly unable to run out of tears, and Punk continued to hug the other man, rubbing his back in soothing circles, trying to help him feel even a tiny bit better. Eventually the sun came out, which meant they had to get ready for breakfast and school. Punk wanted Dolph to stay here today, and that Punk would stay too, arguing that Dolph needed this rest, but Dolph wasn't having it. Emotionlessly he rose from the bed, removing himself from Punk's warm embrace and started to get himself ready. With great reluctance Punk did the same.
The cafeteria was pretty crowded, more so than it usually was, and Dolph felt like everyone was looking at him, even though that wasn't true. He cast his gaze towards where he could see Miz and that group sitting, wondering about Miz, what had his actions last night done? Biting his lip he looked over to where he could see his old group, all laughing and playing around having fun, his gaze found Punk, and he saw that he was watching him too, perhaps wondering what he was going to do. Sighing he tore his gaze away; he just wanted to forget last night had ever happened. His gaze went back to Miz and found that his feet had already begun moving towards him. Hesitantly he looked at Miz as he arrived at the table, wondering what the reaction was going to be. He was scared...scared that he'd ruined everything, but Miz smiled at him and scuffled across the bench/seat so that there would be more room for him to sit next to him there. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but notice that Miz's eyes seemed a little red, almost like he'd been crying and he instantly felt bad. But nothing was said about it. Dolph began to relax a bit more, glad to see that it seemed that he and Miz were still together or whatever. Halfway through the meal, although Dolph wasn't eating anything of course, Miz turned to him a thoughtful almost guilty look on his face. "Dolph...I'm really sorry...for yesterday" he said quietly, looking sheepish and ashamed. Dolph shook his head "No...I'm sorry" he said looking down at the table, not wanting to meet Miz's gaze. He felt's Miz's hand wrap around his own under the table and he knew all was forgiven on both sides.
Math passed quickly, Mr Cole continuing to pick on him, and Dolph really couldn't be bothered with all of this today. He was sore, and his mind was flying everywhere, he wasn't in the mood to be pushed around by some teacher, but he took it without complaint. Soon he found himself in P.E class, hovering around with John and Randy again, as instructed by Mr H. He really hoped that they didn't have to do anything today. He didn't want his cuts to reopen and he didn't want anyone to see them. It seemed he got his wish, and so the three boys just sat down and talked, although it was mainly John doing the talking, both Randy and Dolph not really having anything to say. Dolph felt his mind zone out and his gaze flicked to where Punk was running, just watching his best friend as he did all the stuff, just letting his eyes roam over his body, he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Randy's voice "Who're you checking out?" Randy asked cold amusement in his voice. John stopped talking and looked at Dolph curiously; Dolph felt heat spread to his cheeks. "No one. I'm not checking anybody out. Why would I be?" he asked his voice sounded a touch defensive. Randy gave him a knowing smirk "Yeah right. You were drooling over Punk over there" Randy said, the knowing look still in his eyes. Dolph felt a slight bubble of panic rising in his chest, "No. I wasn't" he lied, trying to convince him as much as himself. "Why the hell would I be checking out a dude? I'm not gay" he said, a slight anger rising into his voice, Randy was going to say something in response, just John rested his hand on Randy's shoulder and spoke before he could "Okay...okay. We weren't trying to badger you or make you uncomfortable" he shot a harsh look at Randy "were we Randy?" Randy smirked and was going to reply to that too but John punched him lightly in the arm, shutting him up. Dolph cast his gaze to the ground a firm scowl planted on his face now, sensing perhaps that Randy had far crossed some sort of line neither of them could see John placed his hand on Dolph's shoulder, he had to resist the urge to shove it off of him, he wasn't sure if he really wanted it there. "Seriously man, we're sorry. Didn't mean to offend you or any of that business." John apologized, but Dolph's scowl just grew bigger "Don't fucking touch me" he snapped again, deciding that he didn't indeed want it there, and he moved away to get it off. John raised his hands in defence, showing that he meant no harm, but Randy scowled deeply at him, looking like he was ready to spring into a fight at any given moment...then again he always looked like that. "Don't fucking talk to him like that!" Randy snapped at him defensively. Dolph's scowl grew wider. "How about you shut the fuck up?!" he snapped back, not in the mood for any of this bullshit. He'd had a shit night and no sleep and a shit day and he really couldn't be bothered trying to deal with this calmly. "You wanna go?" Randy asked trying to intimidate him, more than ready to fight the bleach blonde. Dolph glared at him and was fully about to throw a punch, but before he could Randy roughly grabbed his wrists to hold him down to fight him easier, as soon as the hands made contact with the still new and still extremely tender cuts he let out a quiet yelp of pain. He was trying to ignore the large amount of pain flowing through him right now and before he could even react the first punch was thrown. Randy stumbled back looking astonished. "Don't fucking touch him you douche fuck!" he heard Punk's voice come out of nowhere and discovered that he was standing next to him now, it was he who had thrown the punch. Randy seethed at Punk, and Punk seethed back, the whole while John and Dolph just sort of watched, uncertain of how to proceed. Randy had let him go as soon as he had gotten hit and Dolph rubbed his wrists sorely, trying to make the pain go away. Then he heard another voice, sounding just as angry. "and why the fuck are you standing up for him?!" oh god, why did Miz have to get himself involved? Punk's attention snapped to him for only a split second "stay out of this. It's a big boys' game. You wouldn't understand", Miz's face turned into a look of pure hatred. "I came over and am getting involved in this because I'm concerned about Dolph! Something you wouldn't understand!" Miz snapped at him. Punk turned to face Miz again, his face full of anger. "How dare you suggest that" he said lowly, his voice threatening and dangerously close to a much more violent action. "It's true! It was you who pushed him away, you can't just expect to be taken back, just like that!" he yelled back, Dolph heard a low growl come from Punk's lips. "Shut up, Mizanin!" he yelled back. "Just because you're jealous that he likes me more now" Miz shot back. Dolph then chose to block them out. He wasn't dealing with this. He moved his hands up to rub his temples in a frustrated, cant they just stop, manner and curses when he could see red through his sleeves. God dammit. He was bleeding again. While everyone was now engrossed with the two fighting boys, Mr H had now come over and the drama was only rising, he slipped away.
Dolph swiftly locked the bathroom cubical behind him, glad he was alone in here for now. Shit. He didn't know what he could do. His cuts were bleeding and he couldn't stop it and it was showing through and there wasn't anything he could do, he had to stay hiding now because people would talk to him about the fight and they would see. Shit they would see. Trying to fight down the panic he tried to think of a way around this. He couldn't think of anything and the panic only began to feel worse and he could feel a tightening in his chest. He had to calm down. He heard soft footsteps come into the bathroom and he quieted his panicked breathing, not wanting anyone to hear him. The footsteps stopped, and Dolph remained silent unsure of what to do now. "Dolph. I've got a first aid kit, come here" he heard Punk's voice, and he was glad that it had been him. He hesitantly came out of the cubical and Punk looked to his arms, which of course were still bleeding. As soon as Dolph was at the right distance, gently Punk pulled his sleeves up earning him a hiss of pain. Punk bandaged his arms up as quickly and efficiently as he could then just looked at what he had done. The long silence and the stare made Dolph begin to feel uncomfortable. "You don't think that I don't care right?" he asked in a small voice, the question to Dolph had come out of nowhere and it made him frown. "Of course I don't think that" he replied quickly and honestly. Of course he knew Punk cared. If he didn't he wouldn't have been there right now, and he hadn't have been there for him last night. "Good" Punk said turning his face up to smile at him warmly but shakily. "We'd better be back now. H is pissed at me; I fucked off to go find you while he was talking to me" he shrugged as if it didn't matter. Slowly they headed back to the gym where they would both get a yelling at.
The day had run smoothly after that. Everyone got let off with a warning. They were lucky. The thoughts and everything had continued to bother him for the rest of the day though. His mind was distracted and fuzzy. Lunchtime came around and hesitantly Dolph sat next to Miz, feeling pretty off. He still was uneasy about what had happened, how Punk and Miz had fought, basically about him. It was pretty quiet at the table. Even Zack was being awfully quiet. It felt...awkward to him. But there wasn't anything he could do about that. He could feel the gazes of his old group boring into their heads and that certainly didn't help at all. The lunchtime dragged on for what seemed like forever and so did next lesson. He ignored any texts from Miz asking if he wanted to hang out once school was over, and all he did was head back to his dorm, sink into the couch, curl up into a ball and shut his eyes for a while. He didn't sleep. He couldn't sleep anymore. He just shut his eyes and let thoughts consume him for a while. But his thoughts were soon interrupted by the door opening and shutting, but he still didn't open his eyes, he just kept them closed for now. The weight of the couch shifted as someone sat down next to him, they were being really quiet probably thinking that he was asleep. It would probably be Punk; there was no one else it could possibly be. His hair was brushed out of his face and he slowly opened an eye "I'm not asleep you know" he said, which scared the crap out of Punk, making him jump slightly. He quickly regained his composure. "Good, because we need to talk" god, those words, the words he dreaded more than anything. He didn't want to talk; he didn't want anyone to know. He said nothing. Punk gently rested his hand on his upper arm, "Dolph...sweetie, you need to talk about this...why you do this to yourself, keeping it in wont help you at all" it sounded so unlike Punk, it was so warm and caring, not to mention the overriding sound of concern in his words, and he could feel his gaze on him. He kept his gaze away, not wanting to look at him. "I really don't know what you're talking about" Dolph said playing dumb, even though it clearly wasn't going to work. He pulled away and got to his feet, walking towards his room, he could still feel Punk's gaze on him. "You can talk to me, Dolph. You know that" but Dolph didn't say anything in return; he just kept walking and slipped into his room. It was easier and better for Punk if he just left him alone. He also hoped that Punk would go to his room soon, or go out with friends, Dolph didn't want to miss his date with his razors.