Boat boys fic

Chapter Two

A/N Yall can thank  @ItsTotalU for inspiring me to write another chapter 😂 

 I've been sitting here listening to my moody un-mother approved playlist (i still refer to it as that, because my mom traumatized me with her Christian music era) and picking at my dead- a$$ hair 🤣  but im gonna write something now... oh boy. Did I mention it's 1 am? Heh. 

Joel's POV

I ran into the hallway, failing to hold back tears, and booked it to the nearest bathroom. I peeked in, making sure no one was in there, before scrambling into a stall and beginning to sob. Why did he have to mention my mother on today of all days. My dad hardly ever talks about her, but I do know that today 14 years ago she abandoned us. 

"I hate Martyn, I hate mom, I hate... myself! I hate everyone. I wish everyone were dead." My body was racked with violent tears.

"That's not true," a voice said. I let out a very manly shout. I saw two big boots from under the stall, and heard an unfamiliar voice. "You wouldn't want everyone to die. And you shouldn't hate yourself!" I hated how calm the voice was, when I was the maddest I'd ever been. 

"You're right! I just want YOU to die." I heard what sounded like a pained chuckle and instantly felt bad, but didn't want to show it. Being a manly man and all. "You don't know anything about me! Just go away! I've don't even know who you are." 

"No, but I know you," the voice said. For some reason this made me even madder. I flung open the stall door, hoping to knock into whoever was standing outside. The boy jumped away with annoying agility. I looked up at him angrily, and he gazed back with a sympathetic glean in his mismatched eyes. He looked unfamiliar, but I thought I recognized him from homeroom. He had stark white anime style hair, and was wearing a ninja mask.

"Who the he11 are you," I snapped. He shook off the harsh words and offered out a hand.

"I'm Etho. I saw what that boy Martyn said to you and I..."

"I dont need your sympathy! I can deal with Martyn on my own. Just go away!" I attempted to dash out of the bathroom, as I felt a new wave of tears coming on, but I felt an annoyingly strong hand grasping my shoulder. I fought against him but slipped on the wet bathroom floor and had no choice but to put all my weight against Etho. He pushed me back to a fully standing position gently. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Obviously not!" I shouted, turning my back to him, fresh tears leaving sticky paths down my face. I started to open the door but heard voices in the hall. I turned towards Etho and sank against the door, feeling weak from crying, my head throbbing. Etho rushed towards me, scooping me up. My vision blackened and my consciousness started to flash away. I heard footsteps, which sounded amplified times ten, then the door being opened and some heated conversation before my memory faded out entirely. 

Etho's POV

I stood gasping for breath, holding the unconscious boy. I realized I didn't even know his name, but as I gazed down at his pale, limp form I felt an unewelcomed feeling of protectiveness and caring take over. So much for not caring. I blushed and told myself it was a one time thing. After he regains consciousness, we pretend we dont know each other. Im a loner after all! Just then the door burst open and Martyn came into the bathroom, followed by the bird boy. I shuddered and set my face in a determined scowl. 

"Mama's boy passed out?" Screeched Martyn in a mix of glee and disbelief. His bow was flung haphazardly over one shoulder as if he rushed out of class. Birdie was pink in the face but furious, judging by his ragged breathing and intense glare. 

I was at a loss for words, so I just held onto the green haired boy tightly, grunting from the strain. He was quite short but my arm strength wasn't the best. Martyn grinned, looking slightly crazed. He turned to Birdie. "You nearly earned me a detention on the first day!"

"Nearly being the key word," spat the smaller boy, stepping up close to Martyn in an attempt at intimidation. Martyn sneered, then lunged unexpectedly, knocking over the avian and scratching Joel's face furiously. I attempted to block him with my arm, before kicking out at him. I slipped myself. My head hit the cold floor hard, and my lip was bleeding, but it was nothing compared to the unconscious boy, whose bloody face was in stark contrast to his now pearly white skin. His breathing was unsteady and as I attempted to stand up he began to cough up blood. 

"What have you done?" I yelled to Martyn, pushing him against the door with a newfound strength I didn't understand. "What did he ever do to you?" Martyn ignored my questions and squirmed away, delivering a swift kick to Green Haired Boy's ribs. I sharp pain shot through me as the bandanna'd archer's foot landed. It felt as if I was the one who had been kicked. I yelped just as Bird-Boy  opened the bathroom door and screamed for a teacher. I curled up on the nasty floor, trying to shield the fluffy haired youth from Martyn. I was vaguely aware through the pain of someone supporting my weight and helping me stand. I insisted not to be separated from the other boy, but no one listened to me. Martyn had only delivered a few blows, but I felt as if I'd never see the sun again. 

A/N

WHAT THE HECK WAS THIS IT ESCALATED SO QUICKLY.

Probably my worst written piece ever.... I mean it's 2 am at this point so I've been writing for an hour and all I have is 922 words of chaos 🤣  I dont even know like... what the heck was that. My other book is so much better so far, but never mind. I have faith that this will improve. ALSO: sorry I keep editing the chapter it was just so bad 😩✋🏽 Stay with me and stay cool!

-Shade