Who would know that two people could get that close in a short amount of time? That beats Brendon. But that doesn't matter. He's crying in the nurses office, lying next to a puke bucket which was next to the bed Dallon was resting on.
Yes, Brendon was puking. He saw what they did to Dallon. And he couldn't take it.
(Flashback)
Brendon walked into the bathroom. He was worried after Dallon didn't come back to study hall. He knew that his friend was socially awkward around new people but he seemed to be fine with them. Was it him? Was he the bad guy?
Brendon continued to question things until he stopped in the door frame of the bathroom. He saw Dallon. Dallon, curled up in a bloody ball.
"D-Dallon?"
No answer.
"Dallon are you okay?"
No answer.
"Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." Brendon paced around the room.
He spotted on note, dripping of blood because of Dallon's head.
"Oh hey Brendon. Just letting you know we beat up your little ugly boyfriend for you. We don't want fags like you two in our school. So fuck off. -Signed ~ Brent Wilson"
Brendon wanted to stick a combat boot to his face.