Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌

WILLS POV:
"You've got to be shitting me," Nicos jaw dropped.
"I'm sorry Nico, but I'm afraid that even though you were off parole you violated one of the rules. You started another fight," His patrol officer, who's name was Johnathan, said.
"He didn't start it!" I interject, fury boiling inside me.
"I believe you, but technically you did legally throw the first punch since all the other kid did was pull your hood. They originally wanted you to go back to juvey but I got them to agree on parole," he grimaced, I could tell he did feel bad.
Nico looks completely emotionless, which meant he either really didn't give a shit(which was unlikely), or he was way to overwhelmed.
"Whatever, how long?" Nico finally grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Another 6 months."
Nico sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned on his knees rubbing his face with his hands and mumbled, "beh, fanculo." I didn't know what it meant but it probably wasn't good. I put my hand on his back to try and calm him down.
"What does parole mean exactly?" I ask, honestly not knowing exactly what was in store for Nico.
"He's goes to school and directly home, unless ran past me, he must maintain decent grades, he has to go to anger management therapy twice a week, he has to go back to group therapy, and he will receive weekly drug and alcohol tests. Oh and that starts today," Officer Johnathan informs me.
Nicos eyes go wide at the last sentence which really confused me. "What's wrong Nico?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowing.
"Uhm, nothing, what happens if i fail one of the tests again?" Nico asks shaking his leg.
"Depends on what you test positive for, possible you'll just go back to recovery meetings or juvey. Why, are you worried you'll fail?" he asks, looking Nico up and down.
"Oh, uhm, no I'm good," Nico swallowed, "can I get it over with?"
"Sure," he passes Nico a drug test and I followed him upstairs.
"You have to take this for me," Nico hands me the cup shakily.
"What why?" I ask, my heart racing.
"I'm gonna fail it," he couldn't meet my eyes.
I grab his chin to make him look at me, "What do you mean your gonna fail it?" I ask firmly, trying not to get mad.
"I may or not have smoked, like last night," he grimaced, pulling his head back to the floor.
I took a deep breath, "Well talk about his later, but fine i'll take it for you."
"Thank you. . ." he mumbles, chewing the insides of his cheeks.
I went into the bathroom and quickly came back out to Nico curled against the wall mumbling.
"Cazzo Mi odierà, cosa ho fatto," he hit his head against the wall really hard before standing up. "Thanks," he said taking the test.
We walked back down stairs and Nico gave it to Officer Johnathan who then left shortly after.
"So where you gonna tell me?" he said, feeling the tension in my jaw.
"Wasn't planning on it," he whimpered, staring at the ground intently.
"What we're you mumbling in Italian earlier?" I snapped.
"I mumbles a lot in italian your gonna have to be more specific," he says, sardonically rolling his eyes at me.
I know he's just upset but him sassing me only made me more upset, "Oh my god, can't you ever just give me a straight fucking answer!"
He jumped as I raised my voice, his entire body tensing. "S-sorry," he stammered.
I felt bad for freaking him out, but not as much as I normally would have if I'm being honest. I was furious, and I knew i was probably over reacting but so couldn't help it.
"What did you even smoke?" I glared at him.
He swallowed hard, "It was just weed, you can calm down."
"Just weed?" I snapped back sardonically, "Where did you even get it?"
"One of my old friends," he chewed the inside of his cheeks, only daring shorts glances up at me.
"Is there still more?"
He shook his head, "It's under my bed."
I sighed heavily, "Ill get it later, but what makes you think it was okay to smoke? Especially when you knew you had a meeting with your parole officer today, are you stupid!"
He grimaced, I could see he was visibly shaking.
"I don't know," he murmured. I noticed he was scratching his wrist anxiously, and when i looked at my own wrist I noticed it was bruising and the skin was slightly tearing.
I jumped at him, jerking his hand away from his wrist. He took a sharp intake of breath and then looked like he was having trouble breathing. His shaking became more profuse and I realised he was staring to have a panic attack.
"Shit Nico, I'm sorry," I apologised, i sat down next him and tried to hug him but he jumped up away from me.
"Don't touch me," he growled, and he ran up stairs.