Mr. Positivity (Logicality-high school au)

~Chapter 2~

Patton met up with Virgil, who was having his daily argument with Roman.
"Shut up!" His tired voice spat in the prince's face.
"You started it!"
"Did not!"
"You said I was a narcissist!"
"I was stating facts!"
"I haven't done anything even remotely narcissistic!"
"You literally called yourself proof of Gods existence!" Patton eventually got bored of their squabble and coughed loudly, causing the two to turn to him and smile (well Roman smiled) which of course he returned.
"Hey Patton." The royal teen greeted.
"Hey Roman, Virgil." He had fake joy running through his words.
"Patt- oh my god, what happened to your neck?!"
"Virg, it's nothing."
"That is not nothing." He pulled down Patton's collar, revealing the bruise.
"Yes. It. Is." The was an unfamiliar coldness in the boy's voice as he pulled away, causing Virgil to take a step back. He mentally cussed himself for letting his act slip and plastered the porcelain smile back on his face.
"Just clumsy ol' Patton. You can be so anxious sometimes Verg." He laughed as the bus pulled up.

Once they where at school, Patton checked his timetable and his heart sank. Mental Heath. (I googled it and it's a lesson in some schools :p) He hated mental health. It would always talk about how depression could be caused by home issues, or rape can trigger PTSD and he would sit in the back awkwardly, he could swear the teacher saw right through his disguise.
"See ya Vigil." He smiled and waved, walking down the hall: only to crash into someone.
"Oh golly, I'm sorry." He spluttered, picking up the books the other person had dropped. He handed them back and looked at the boy's face, "Logan? I'm sorry."
"Don't fret so, it isn't too much of a hinderance." He signed, pushing his glasses up his nose and looking at Patton: catching a glimpse of his neck.
"Good God. I wasn't the cause for that, was I?"
"Wha- oh good lord no." He smiled, desperate to change the subject. "So, what do you have next..?"
"If you're talking about lessons, I have an hour and a half of Mental Heath, taught by Mr. Grey." He answered in the same robotic way as normal.
"Really? Me too." His smile grew slightly bigger.
How can someone be that happy all the time? Logan wondered, studying the boy.
"Let us head to class then, we wouldn't want to be tardy." He mumbled and started walking again.
"You got it boss." Patton smiled, skipping along side him.
"Must you prance."
"Prance? Oh you mean skip. Yeah, I do it all the time." He nodded, the smile never fading.

They soon got to class and Patton sat in his usual seat in the back.
"Intriguing." Logan mumbled, sitting next to him.
"What's intriguing?"
"Your choice of seat. I assumed you where the type of student to sit in the middle of the classroom." He explained.
"Oh, I normally do. Just not in this class..." His smile hindered for a millisecond before returning.
"Why? Is there something about this class causing you discomfort?"
"What? No." He gave a forced laugh, one Logan could tell was fake.
"Hmm, interesting." He mumbled, turning to the front of the class as the teacher walked in.

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"Right and for your homework, I would like you all to do a joint project on an illness I give you." The teacher paused, looking around. "You must work with the person next to you. You will have three weeks to complete it and it must be up to scratch." He clapped his hands to show the end of class.
"I guess that makes us partners." Patton smiled wearily.
"Incontestably." He nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I'm normally one to get work done as soon as physically possible, so does after school hinder you in any form."
"No, not at all." He shook his head, trying to work out what the strange boy was saying.
"Good, your residence or mine."
"Yours." He answered immediately, causing Logan's suspension to grow.
"Farewell, Patton." He nodded, heading out the class.

Logan was sat at the round lunch table with Roman.
"And then he called me narcissistic!" Every time he complains, it's like he's preforming on a show.
"Mmhmm."
"Logan, are you even listening."
"Certainly. Your tangent reminded me that I have an arrangement with Patton after school. We're working on a project about Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder."
"How did-"
"Narcissism is a form of mental illness, such as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder."
"Oh." He simply said, and carried on with his scene.

Patton stood up, stretching.
"Well, time to go meet Logan." He muttered slinging his bag lazily over his shoulder and heading out the class. Seeing the smart teen next to a fancyish car. Not that Patton knows much about cars, he could tell this one was nice.
"Hey Logan." He waved, plastering a smile on his face.
"Greetings Patton." He nodded, "I figured, if it isn't a discomfort, I would escort us home." He rubbed the back of his neck... almost like he felt bashful.
"Yeah, it beats walking." He shrugged.
"Indeed." He opened up the passenger door before walking to the driver's seat and putting the keys in. Patton sat down, his blue backpack on his lap.
"Let's be on our way." Logan hummed as he pulled out the parking spot.
"Y-yeah." Why do I feel weird. It's just Logan. Patton scolded himself for the queasy feeling in his stomach. Maybe it's because we're in a car and I don't know if he's a safe driver. Yeah, that's it. He mentally convinced himself. Although he was pretty sure he was incorrect.