Some more Jones brothers feelings. How does Liam react to Killian getting himself into a fight?

The principal's office was quiet except for the sound of the secretary answering emails. Ms. Blanchard sat next time him, while Felix sat across, trying his best to glare at him despite his blossoming black eye. If it wasn't for the colossal amount of trouble he knew he was in, he'd be proud of it.

"Killian!" His head snapped up at his name. He was torn between relief and horror at the sight of his brother rushing towards him. The look of worry in Liam's eyes only intensified when he got a good look at his brother's face. "Oh Killian," he whispered and gently held his chin to look at the damage, "what happened?" Before Killian had the chance to answer, the principal stuck his head out of his door.

"Mr. Jones, how nice of you to join us. If you could all step into my office." He beckoned. Killian could not help the sense of dread that filled his bones. Before the accident, when he and Felix had been friends, this man had always given him the sense of unease. The feeling only intensified now that Killian wasn't friends with his son. Wordlessly they filed into his office, the last to enter being Ms. Blanchard.

"That will be all Ms. Blanchard. I'm sure your class will be looking for you." Quickly glancing an apologetic look at Killian, she nodded and turned away. Being a second grade teacher meant she had a class all day. Killian hoped they hadn't destroyed too much of the classroom by the time she got there.

Closing the door, essentially shutting out the rest of the world, the principal turned back to them and the ominous feeling returned to Killian's chest. Malcolm Pan was not known for his forgiving nature. There was a strict no fighting policy that he was a stickler for, except when it came to his son. Mr. Pan treated him as if he was the prodigal son, he could do no wrong, even if there was evidence to the contrary.

"So, who wants to tell me what happened?" Mr. Pan began as he sat in his chair. Neither boy spoke up. Neither looked up from their laps. "Well? Neither of you has anything to say in his defense? Felix?" Felix violently shook his head, but didn't speak. "Killian?"

"He pushed me down and said my father was a drunk." Killian voiced in a barely audible mumble. With Mr. Pan's attention on him, Felix shot him a death glare out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry lad, you're going to have to speak up."

Liam gripped his shoulder in reassurance. Killian smiled appreciatively at him, took a deep breath, and spoke more confidently. "I wouldn't pay attention to him, so he had one of his friends push me down, then accused my father of being a drunk and getting him and my mother kille-"

Mr. Pan raised his hand to silence him as he looked at his son. "Felix, is that true?"

"Of course not, Father! My friends and I caught him bullying Roland-"

"That's a lie!" Killian shouted and jumped to his feet.

"You will sit and remain calm, or you will be expelled immediately." Mr. Pan warned. It was only Liam's gentle touch to his arm that calmed him down enough to retake his seat. "Roland? Mayor Mills' boy?" At Felix's nod, Mr Pan flourished his hand in a gesture for Felix to continue.

"Rufio only pushed him to get him away from Roland. I swear, Father." Mr Pan nodded wordlessly. Killian could not believe the lies spewing from Felix's mouth. They had become friends when Killian and his family had first moved to the states. That had been in the first grade. In the beginning, Felix was the only one who would talk to the 'new kid with the funny accent'. Soon enough, they were inseparable. It wasn't until the hit their fifth year in school that their friendship was challenged. That was the year Felix's mother remarried.

Shortly after that, Felix started to withdraw and began hanging out with a new group of kids, one that included Mr Pan's biological son. They weren't a nice group of children. He had tried to get Killian to hang out with the new group, but the circumstances always made Killian uneasy. After Killian's parents' accident, they stopped talking altogether, Mr Pan's son went to live with his mother, and Felix had become the ringleader of the little gang.

"Well, it seems to me that young Mr Jones here has an attitude problem-"

"Hold on a moment." Liam interrupted. "I refuse to believe Killian was bullying anyone. Surely there are witnesses of an unbiased opinion?"

"Are you saying that I am incapable of making a just decision? Clearly you have not been paying enough attention. Your brother has become more and more problematic. His grades have been slipping, arguing with teachers and staff, and now he has started bullying."

"Killian?" Liam questioned, but he remained silent.

"He has nothing to say in his defense because he knows he is guilty. It's time to get your head out of the clouds and keep both feet on the ground. Maybe you took on more responsibility than you can handle."

Killian surged to his feet and slammed a hand in the desk, causing everyone to jump. "My brother is amazing. He is not the problem. Maybe if you actually did your job, you would protect the younger students from bullies, and not punish those of us who DO stand up for them. But you're more interested in protecting your son's ego, and allowing him to use this school as his personal hunting ground, preying on the younger children who haven't learned to or can't stand up for themselves!"

"Killian!" Liam's shocked voice was enough to cut through Killian's tirade. Mr Pan's face was red with barely concealed rage. Turning to his brother, he could read the hurt in his eyes. Also, Killian could see the belief. Liam believed him, without a shred of proof. Words suddenly caught in his throat as he attempted to apologize for his outburst. Felix had a smug grin on his face, almost like as if Killian had condemned himself with his outburst.

Mortified at himself for losing his temper and the position he had unwittingly put Liam in, he turned and ran.

He vaguely remembers bumping into a blonde haired girl and mumbling an apology, before full sprinting out the door, out of the school, and down the road.

He ran.

He ran with no sense of direction.

He ran until he legs gave out from exhaustion.

Ducking into the first building he could, he crashed to his knees. He did not even realize he was crying until the first sob shook his body. How had everything gone so horribly wrong in less than an hour?

"Boy! What are you doing here?"

and here's where we get to the meat of it. This is where it will really start to change,