Woes of the Wingmen

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CW: Mentions of KKK & white supremacy. Slurs, anti-semetism, xenophobia, bullying, fighting, violence, slight bloodshed, weapons.

@YourMomIsCoolKatie. I just want to give a shoutout to her for helping me come up with the idea to rewrite this. I like it a lot better than before. 

Monday, January 8th.

Robin and Billy were relieved to finally go to lunch from their third period class together, Woodshop. A subject that was held outside of the main campus. So their irritated moods worsened when coins were thrown on the ground in their path. Robin was confused but the Jewish boy knew exactly what it meant.

"Pick em up, kike."

"Yeah, get them, Jew."

"Just keep on walking, Robin." He speed walked and put his hand on Robin's backpack. Encouraging him to walk the same pace.

"No, I'm not gonna just stand here while you get bullied, Billy."

"Robin-"

"¡Hey pendejos!" He yelled at them. They turned around, it was Moose and another of his goons. Robin wasn't surprised at all, having got into a fight with him before. Moose wasn't surprised he wanted a repeat scenario.

"Oh is the alien mad that we're picking on his Jew friend? What are you gonna do about it?"

"This," he threw the first punch at Moose. Which then prompted a fight. The other one beat on him and Billy held him back. Actually getting into a fight himself. To be honest, he was tired of being picked on for something he couldn't control. So he let his anger get to him for the first time in forever. And it felt fucking amazing.

Robin straddled Moose and threw some punches. He got flipped over, his back hitting the concrete. Billy on the other hand only smiled after every punch. Only a madman would react like that.

He got grabbed by the collar of his coat and was being threatened. The words went in one ear and out the other. After he was done speaking, he butted heads with him. And thank God for his extremely hard head because he was let go immediately. And his opponent, distracted. So he stepped on his groin. Making the other groan in agony. It sounded so painful that the two boys almost felt bad.

"Hey, shitheads, what's going on here?" A deeper voice asked from a distance, approaching. And it could only be one person, Vance Hopper.

Pinball Vance clearly struck fear into his heart from the look on his face. And he started making a run for it. When Billy grabbed the hood of his coat.

"Ah ah, not so fast, Moose."

"Fuck you, Jew!"

He only chuckled in response, hood still in his hand. Robin got up and recovered. Trying to process the fact that Vance was gonna pick another fight with Moose. And that Billy somehow won the fight against the goonie. Who had already ran far away when he heard Pinball Vance's voice.

Vance appreciated the fact that Billy kept him in place.

"Hey, asshole," he took the hood from Billy's hand and then moved it to his hair. Dragging him by it. His face met the nearby brick wall of the main campus building. Already near the door to the cafeteria.

"Moose, if I see you picking on any of my friends again, I will fuck you up. Don't try me on that."

"Yeah right, you've grown soft." He said, his face still mushed against the cold wall.