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[No One's P.O.V]
❝why did you choose me? why the new kid? why did you just stay with your friends?❞ Roger sniffed. ❝because I'm not one of those mean kids that stomp all over you and call you names.❞ Brian softly said, ❝I'm not like that.❞
❝as you can see, I'm called a fag.❞ Roger gritted his teeth. ❝why would you want to be friends with a...❞ He paused, then whimpered, ❝faggot. A worthless little-.❞
❝you're not a fag! You're not worthless either Rog! Quit saying that!❞ Brian told. ❝yes I am!❞ Roger sobbed out, ❝-and you know it! He was fucking right about me sitting beside you! I'm too dumb to be working by myself...❞
❝if you were dumb, you wouldn't even be in grade 11! You're smarter than you think you are! I can tell!❞ Brian practically yelled. ❝how can you fucking tell??❞ Roger's voice turned sour. ❝because I-...I-.❞
❝you can't tell because I'm too dumb for you. Too stupid to be your friend.❞
The bell rung dimly outside the bathroom.
❝I don't want to waste your time...you can go back to class.❞ Roger told. ❝you don't waste my time Roger. I don't give a bloody hell about class right now, I want to make sure you step out of here not giving a bloody fuck about Paul Prenter and what other people have to say about you.❞ Brian huffed.
Roger was silent for a moment. He thought of what Brian said.
He wants me to be stronger than I am. He really does...care.
Roger made a decision to just step out of the stall and just fucking deal with it. The metal click of the bathroom stall lock soon filled the loo. Brian pushed himself off the stall door, letting Roger come out.
The door creaked open, revealing Roger Taylor with bloodshot eyes and a low-spirited expression. The blonde stared straight at the floor and quietly asked, ❝you really do care...don't you?❞
❝why would I not care about you?❞ Brian responded in the same tone as Roger. The short student gazed up at Brian and gave him a small smile. Roger then just wrapped his arms around Brian's lower chest.
Brian froze.
He heart began to beat faster than ever. He didn't know why. It was all weird to Brian. Why was he—on the inside—responding so odd around Roger. It was just a simple hug.
He shook away the thoughts, and slowly, but calmly, embraced Roger, ❝ignore stupid Paul. Just because he doesn't like your shoes doesn't mean no one else likes them. To be honest with you, I like them a lot.❞ He complimented.
The bathroom door soon creaked open. The two quickly scrambled away from each other and acted like they were doing something.
❝what're you guys doing in here?! The teacher's looking for you!❞ One of their classmates, Elton, told. ❝s-sorry, I-we, uh.❞ Brian stuttered. ❝just get your arses out here!❞ He motioned outside, ❝come on!❞
All students came out, one by one, trailing behind one another. They soon in entered the classroom with all eyes darting at them.
❝the blonde bitch is back...❞ Paul murmured. Brian shot his head at Paul, ❝go to bloody hell Paul.❞ He whispered.
❝boys, what were you two doing?!❞ Mrs. Thomas asked, getting up from her seat. Brian spoke up by saying, ❝we just- went to the loo and had a very, small talk...I swear we didn't try to skip class.❞
Roger nodded in agreement.
The teacher sighed, ❝just take a seat.❞
❝yes ma'am.❞ Brian briskly replied and went to his seat. Roger followed and did the same action.
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❝...it was so fucking ridiculous!❞ Brian ranted about Paul making them late to class to Freddie and John. ❝he called you a fag just because your shoes were pink and sparkly?❞ Freddie asked Roger. Roger slowly nodded as his eyes slowly watered.
❝-and fucking worthless?❞ Freddie squinted. ❝y-yeah.❞ Roger rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. ❝-and dumb??❞ The raven haired boy questioned. ❝yes...❞ Roger had officially broke down into tears.
The whole lunch table fell in a deep pit of empathy for Roger.
When Brian saw Roger cry, he instantly reacted by tightly side hugging Roger. The blonde student slowly blushed as he felt a pair of arms wrap around him.
It felt surreal to Brian to just reach over and embrace Roger. He was confused on just why he had so many emotions for this one specific student.
Freddie smirked a little, then slammed his fist on the table, ❝shitty ass Prenter was trouble from the start. I taught that fucking twat a lesson since he made fun of my- smile.❞ Freddie told, ❝I did a little karate chop to his neck and a-, HI-YAH! to his groin. Y'know? I had some fun doing that...❞
❝hi-yah...❞ John made a noise from his throat, then bursted out laughing, ❝that's funny.❞ Freddie looked at John and laughed a bit along with him.
Then Freddie added, ❝but yeah. You just have to give him a death punch and he'll learn not to mess with you.❞ Roger took in all the notes Freddie had said, then nervously swallowed, ❝but what if I can't do it..?❞
❝nonsense darling!❞ Freddie furrowed his brows, ❝I believe you can do it.❞ John agreed, ❝I believe.❞ Brian nodded, ❝I'm convinced that you can do it.❞
Roger grinned at everyone, feeling a small boost of confidence flow in his body.
❝just saying...if you need help, Brian will always be there for you.❞ Freddie smiled, side eyeing Brian. Brian looked back at him, knowing what he was really trying to say. He rolled his eyes, ❝yes. Anytime.❞
Freddie leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, ❝oh, by the way, the whole karate thing was kinda fake. But I did throat punch him.❞
Roger quietly chuckled.
❝-and there's nothing to be ashamed of when wearing pink.❞ Freddie pointed at Roger, ❝boys can wear pink no matter what. Wear pink proudly.❞
The blonde student nodded to every word.
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so uhm sorry for not posting for a week :( i've been wrapped up in a few things so...ye i hope u enjoyed this chapter tho- mk bye
