|-Middle School Murders-|

-New Kid, New Friend..?-

Evan's POV: 

As the dreadful and draining lesson was going on, a student I didn't recognize entered the class. He looked shy. The teacher looked at him and said, "Your tardy is excused, because you are new. Please introduce yourself." The boy looked around anxiously for a minute, then said, "I-I'm Gregory.." "Alright Gregory, please sit next to Evan." The teacher instructed. I didn't raise my hand, I was gonna feel claustrophobic, dammit. Because I didn't, the teacher pointed to where I was seated, and told him, "Be careful, he's a bit vulgar and rude." Gregory nodded. "I'll be fine.." Then he sat next to me. I glared at him, and he looked even more anxious.

The class finally ended. Cass and Cindy got up and left. Gregory turned to me, "Hey," he began nervously, "Can you show me to my next class..?" I scoffed. "Your not a baby. You seemed to have no trouble making it to this class." I rolled my eyes. He sighed. "please.?" He begged. I sat up and left. I didn't wanna deal with this crap.

Timeskip! (Major TW)

It was currently lunch, and I hadn't seen Gregory in a while. He probably got lost like the dumbass he seemed like. Suddenly, just outside the cafeteria, I heard a loud scream. It sounded like a male. It startled me. The scream sounded like whoever it was, was in serious danger. I remember screaming like that in 3rd grade, and nobody came. I wasn't about to let someone else get hurt, even if I am a jerk..

I raced outside of the cafeteria, following where I heard the scream. It was coming from the boys bathroom. I entered the boys bathroom, and my heart dropped, but not only that, I felt a sudden rage come over me. Last time I had this rage, I had witnessed Cassidy getting r@ped, and couldn't do anything about it. That only fueled my fucking anger right now. The boy who screamed was  Gregory. Some older and stronger boys had pinned him against the wall, punching and kicking him wherever they could. His jacket was on the floor, and one of the kids kicked him in the crotch, making him scream in pain. Then, out of nowhere, a familiar face entered the boys bathroom. Thing is, it was a girl. But not only that, she was the one who caused me trauma in 3rd grade, and she was a widely known pervert too. Her name was Bethany. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, and roughly tugged on it, seemingly having the intent of taking it off. I had enough. I wasn't gonna let another kid go through what I went through when I was  seven..

Fueled with triple the rage I originally had at the sight of her, I lunged in her direction, pushing her to the side. "THAT'S ENOUGH YOU MOTHERFUCKING SLUT!" I shouted. She gasped in shock. The other boys ran. They knew they couldn't win a fight against me. She tried to slap me, but I punched her first. She cried like the little baby she was, and ran out of the bathroom, probably to tell the principal that I hit her for "no reason". 

I looked back at Gregory, poor kid was sitting on the ground, face buried in his knees, he was rocking back and forth, letting out muffled sobs. I wasn't very good at comforting, so I just grabbed his jacket and gave it to him. He took it, but didn't put it on. "Do you need any help with anything...?" I asked quietly. I felt like an idiot for asking that, but I didn't want the silence to become awkward. He barely nodded. I knew that when that whore (Bethany) gave me trauma, I could barely move, I had no motivation to even talk. So I knew he needed help, even if her attempt was unsuccessful, it was still an uncomfortably close call. I was about to suggest to him that he should shower in the locker room, but I hated those things, so that would be a idiotic move on my part. 

I ended up standing up, and having him leaning on me, as we went to my dorm. He didn't have a dorm yet, so I ended up taking him to my dorm. I normally strongly disliked physical touch, but, in this moment, when it comes to helping someone, my boundaries don't matter at the moment. Cass saw us, and a look of panic came onto her face when she saw Gregory. She and Cindy rushed up to us, "Oh my gosh! Is Gregory okay??" Cass asked in panic. I nodded. "I'm gonna take him to our dorm, because he isn't feeling very well." She smiled at that. "Okay." 

I took him to the dorm, just the two of us. He looked a little traumatized, which didn't surprise me, since he had an uncomfortably close call with the school slut (Bethany). "Um, you can take a shower if you want, I'll find you some spare clothes you can use," I paused for a moment, "While I run those clothes in the washer." He nodded. We technically didn't have a washer in our dorm, we had to handwash our clothes if we didn't wanna use the public washer. I'd probably have to wait until after his shower to handwash his clothes, since I didn't want to give him what would feel like a 3rd degree burn in the shower, as he would most likely use cold water, since it's more relaxing and feels nicer. 

He entered the bathroom and shut the door. I had told him if he needed help or assistance, that I'd help him, but he told me that he would be fine. I went through my closet to find him some spare clothes to wear. I had a lot, so this would keep myself occupied for a while.

Gregory's POV:

I undressed myself and entered the shower. I felt so weak. But I'm glad he's not as rude as most students say he is. I used cold water. Evan, I think that's his name, said that cold water is soothing and would help me relax, and he was right. The water felt refreshing, and helped me relax a little bit. My crotch still hurt a little from earlier, but I'll be fine. The cold water will probably help numb the pain from the kick anyways.