Problematic // Vikklan Au

Chapter 13

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Lachlan's POV

Two days later

I woke up yawning, eyes catching a glimpse of the snow on the ground outside. We had been snowed in for days, but the board of education decided that today would be a good day to return, and therefor I was not very enthralled.

I shifted out of bed and pulled on a baggy black shirt while dancing, wiggling and bouncing into a pair of my dark grey skinny jeans. I walked to my closet door and grabbed my red hoodie, slipping it over my head, and lazily bending down to tug on a pair of red converse.

Trudging sleepily over to the mirror hanging on the wall, I tussled my hair so it stood up in a large quiff and then wiped sleep from my eyes. With a final look over, I deemed myself ready and left the house.

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I walked into Mrs. Marshall's class, eyebrows pushing together as I didn't see the British boy that I had came to adore. I questioned his location before finally turning and walking right back out, scanning up and down the hallways. A low yelp of pain came echoing down the hallway, and I tensed before running down towards the direction of the noise. 

The noise repeated again, full of pain and misery, and I only grew furious as I pumped my legs harder. My stomach was twisting, and my heart was on the ground as I hurried along with breathless gasps of air.

Something kept warning me someone was in danger, but my mind twisted it and made me think Vikk was beating someone, and I didn't know if I could take the reality of that. I couldn't handle him breaking his promises anymore, and that led me to slow down and stumble before biting my tongue and quickening my pace when another whimper bounced through the corridor.

I then caught sight of a boy that shook and trembled with fear and anxiousness, and I stopped in my tracks to scan him over. Mitch was yanking at his hair worriedly, unaware I was there. Rob and Preston stood leaning against the lockers, looking as if someone had just stolen their mind and thoughts.

Rob rocked back and forth, as if he were lost in insanity, and Preston was breathing in and out to calm his rapidly decreasing mind.

They looked torn between one thing and another.

Rob's eyes met mine, "Lachlan, we saw Vikk and some guy walk in the bathroom," he rushed, tears falling down his cheeks and chin to the ground below his feet. "We heard yelling, and then it became loud, and we don't know what is happening," and I took those words with me as I rushed to the bathroom and ran around the bend of the wall that blocked people from looking in from the entrance.

Blood scattered the tiles in splotches of crimson, and I felt my heart in my throat as I followed the smears and broken shards of glass and ceramic up to Vikk's body slumped against the wall, and a guy smashing his fist into his face and body.

My blood boiled over, and I felt like a wolf pushed off its pedestal as I fought back the exploding anger. "Ey, mate!" I yelled, fuming rage lacing my tone. "Don't bother. This little douche was refusing my touches and attention, so I was teaching him a lesson for rejecting me."

I couldn't help but feel disgust corrupt my face and wonder how sick of a fuck this man could be.

I walked swiftly over to the two, my hands in fists as I grabbed the guy by the fabric of his shirt, turned him around, and connected my fist to his nose.

He cried out of pain, and I dropped him to the ground as I looked over to Vikk. "Vikk, go to Mitch. He's waiting outside. I'll be out there in a minute, okay?" I mumbled softly, not wanting to scare him anymore than he already was. He nodded with a wince before standing and stumbling out, his fingers covering a bloody nose that ran down his lips and chin.