Hiiii guys, so finally new chapter, YAY.

this chapter is about Monica starting back at school for the first time, just to warn you there is a bit of 'swear language' as my teacher would put it. Plus Ik. They most definitely wouldn't let Chandler go back to school with Monica, but this is the only way it works.

plz, plz, PLZ, review, if not I wont continue this story.

A week later, on Monday
"Hey beautiful, you've got to get up now, I made your favourite breakfast," I hear Chandler say.
I slowly open my eyelids and see my amazing boyfriend lying next to me with a tray of food.
I sit up and am going to kiss him when I get a feeling over me, I run out of our bedroom and into the bathroom, where I make it just in time.
After a few minutes I walk back into the bedroom, where I see Chandlers gotten rid of the tray and had set my school clothes down on the table.
"Naw, thanks sweetie, but do really have to go back this week?" I ask.
"I'm sorry honey, but yes, I mean you put it off last week because we hadn't told the others and now we have, you have to go."
"But Chandler," I try and plead.
"Mon, I know you're scared, but if you want I can be there the whole way, and if not, you'll have Rachel, but you have to go," he pleads back.
"You can't be there, one you have college and two you can't go to my school with me."
"Who says? I talked to your principle and he said I could go with you as long as I didn't distract you."
"Really? That's amazing, but as I've already said, what about college?" I asked.
"I don't have any classes today, so I'll be like your amazing high schooler boyfriend all day, no interruptions," he says smiling.
"You'd really do that? I mean just for me?"
"I'd do anything for you, I love you."
"Naw, thanks babe, I love you too," I say going over and kissing him.
"Now get ready, we don't want to be late for your first day back."
"Ok, but I'll change my outfit, since we only have to wear these to events and stuff, or was it so long ago that you forgot you wear casual clothes to American schools?" I laugh.
"Haha, very funny, no, I went to a private school, so we had to wear uniforms, anyway I'm not that old, two years is nothing."

Later that morning at the highschool
"You'll be fine, trust me, plus if anything goes wrong, I'll be right next to you, ok?" Chandler promises me.
"Ok?" I say, still unsure.
I go to open the car door.
"Wait, let me," Chandler says getting out, opening my door, helping me out of the car and carrying my stuff for me.
"You don't have to carry my stuff," I tell him.
"But I want to."
"At least let me carry some of my books," I say taking some of the books out of my bag.
We walk towards the gate and into the school, hand in hand, when I realize everyone's staring at me.
"Hey, I'm going to get a drink from the bubbler over there, ok?" Chandler says.
"Ok," I say as he walks away.
"Hi," I say as I walk to the group I used to hang out with.
"Hey..." One of them starts to say back.
"...Cough cough, slut," they finish, quietly, but loud enough for me to hear it slightly, and loud enough for the rest of the group to start chuckling.
"What was that, I didn't quite catch the end part," I say.
"I said slut, because you are one, and I know everyone is thinking it, but they are just too afraid to say it, but I've never been afraid to say anything, so there, you're a slut," the guy says loudly this time.
"Hey babe, you alright?" Chandler says walking back over.
"Yeah, fine," I say wiping my eyes.
"Oh, and here's the man whore himself, the one that knocked up miss slutty over here,"the guy says.
"Excuse me?" Chandler asks.
"You heard me, but think of it this way, you even lay one of your greasy fingers on me and you get a massive fine, so I'd think twice about that," the guy says.
"Oh, you're not good enough to punch anyway, why would I waste my fist on you," Chandler says.
"Oh, what a shame, I'm sure you touch some great stuff with those hands, I mean why else would she be with you, I wouldn't expect anything good down there, oh right you must be rich," the kid say.
"Oh, you are aren't you, that's why she's done it with you, so she'll get hundreds of dollars and them she can run away without you," he smirks.
"Chandler, don't listen to him, let's just go," I say.
"Whatever," Chandler says and walks away.
"Pussy," the boy yells, but Chandler ignores it.
"Chandler wait!" I yell after him.
"Chandler don't listen to him, he's a jerk and a major dick head, I don't want your money, I love you," I tell him.
"I know, but still, the stuff he said about you, I, I just hate him," Chandler says.
"So do I, his names Richard Burke, we used to date, when we were freshmen, but I ended it because he was a complete dick head, and a bully, he hit me twice or three times, the last time he did it Ross saw and kicked him out, that's when I dumped him."
"Why would anyone hit you? I hate him even more now," Chandler says.
"Well the last time it was because we'd gotten into a massive fight because I wouldn't have sex with him."
"GRRR, and that's why he's calling you a slut then, I get it," Chandler says.
"Yep."
"I hate him so much," he says.
"Chandler let it go, it doesn't bother me," I say.
"Well it bothers me, so I can't let it go."
Just then the bell rings, so we start going to my locker.
As we get there we get even more dirty looks, but that's not the worst thing we see, because as we approach the locker, we see what's written on it.
In big black letters, going down the whole locker, someone's written 'WHORE!'
"Which ways his locker?" Chandler asks.
"Chandler, we don't know who did this," I say.
"Actually, it's pretty clear to me who did this!" He says sternly.
"His dad's a lawyer, he'll crush you," I tell him, trying to get him to not do anything stupid.
"I can't have him bullying my girlfriend like this, especially when she's carrying my baby."
"Chandler, please, plus if you do this you won't be allowed to stay here with me, and I really need you," I plead.
"Ok, but I've got to do something," he says.
"No you don't, just leave it," I tell him.
"I'll be back," he say, obviously thinking of a plan.
"Chandler, don't leave me please," I plead again.
"I'll meet you in you classroom, I promise," he says leaving, but not before taking a picture of my locker.
"Ok," I say, sad, but I still go off to class.

Chandler's POV
A few moments later in the principals office
"So he called her these things, then what happened? Did you come straight here?" The principal asks me.
"No, I went to Monica's locker first, and we found this written on it," I say showing him the picture.
"Really? And you think Richard Burke did this?" The principal queries.
"Yes, because he was the one calling us the names."
"Mr Bing..." The principal starts to say.
"Please, just Chandler, Mr Bing wasn't anyone in my family," I correct.
"Sorry, Chandler, you have no proof that Mr Burke did this, just because you say he was calling you stuff, doesn't mean anything, it could have been anyone," he points out.
"You're only saying that because that's what his dad will say, since he's a lawyer, and there were many witnesses to him calling us things, and I'm sure you will find many witnesses to him drawing on her locker, too, now I don't care how big his dads job is, I want something done about this, or we may have a bigger case on our hands," I threaten.
"Chandler, I know you care about Monica, but there's nothing we can do, and you definitely can't do anything, or there will be major consequences," he explains, sternly.
"Yes, there is something you can do, punish him, suspend him or something, that's what you'd do for any other student, isn't it?" I question.
"Yes, but only if there's proof."
"There is proof, and plus, what if she becomes suicidal or something?" I ask,
"Ok, ok, we will try to suspend him, but don't expect it to actually happen since his mothers also on the school board," he says.
"Thank you," I say as I leaving his office and walk towards Monica's class room.
"Hey," I say, as I sit down next to Monica.
"Hey, so what did you do?" She says eyeballing me.
"Oh, I just talked to the principal, told him what had happened, he's going to try and suspend Richard," I say looking pleased.
"Great, now he's definitely going to do something worse," she says.
"No he's not, I promise, I'll protect you," I assure her.
"Thanks," she says giving my a small kiss, since we are in class.