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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1// 𝖯𝖺𝗀𝖾 1

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1// 𝖯𝖺𝗀𝖾 1
𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀
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"Buzz!" A boy by the name of Matt shouted, running down the hall, out of breath, his older brother trailing behind him.

The ginger gave the two a questionable look, "What?" He muttered. "Finney's back!"

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TW: Jokes of svic!de, Foul language, Bullying

On down the hall, by the schools entrance, two brunettes made their way inside. One in crutches, one not. "Message me, alright?" Gwen, the youngest of the two said, eyes narrowed at her older brother.

Finney nodded, "Yup." The girl stared at him for an extra couple of seconds, worried about the idea of leaving her brother. Suddenly though, she let out a small sigh, turning on her heel, heading down the opposite side of the hall.

Finney followed suit, heading down the other side of the hall. He heard whispers. He felt stares. It was only reasonable. According to Bruce and Griffin, people thought he had died, which probably wouldn't have been too bad. Because crutches definitely weren't as easy to use as they're made out to be.

Finney made his way down the hall to his locker, where, like usual, it was covered from top to bottom in nasty comments and slurs. Some hurt worse than others. 'I wish they would have killed you' Definitely hurt quite a bit.

"Dicks," he heard quietly. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Bruce peering over his shoulder at the locker. "I seriously think this school needs to give free counseling to all these assholes, because they have issues." He grumbled, crossing his arms as his eyes continued to trail down the never ending line of insults.

Finney shrugged, and naturally he would have opened this locker to get his books, but... "Um, could I get some help?" He asked quietly, feeling a little embarrassed he had to have help to do something as easy as opening his a locker.

Bruce nodded, "Of course." Being locker neighbors, and best friends, Bruce knew his combination, and quickly had it open, got the books, and locked it back.

Then, the two headed down the hall towards their first period class, chatting about this or that. Random things, really.

Arriving at first period, it was no different. Whispers, stares, insults on his desk. "Okay, what the fuck!" Bruce shouted, slamming the books down on the desk, turning to the class, "You people are seriously mental, like- what the hell!" Thank God Mr. Johnson hadn't arrived yet, because that could have been bad.

A few snickers could be heard from further towards the back of the room, and Finney about shit himself. Vance Hopper, he thought, wide-eyed. If Vance Hopper wanted him dead, go ahead and give him rope and he'll get it over with.

To Finney's, as well as many others surprise, Bruce marched to the back of the room, slamming his hands down on the blonde's desk. "You think this is fucking funny, huh? Well, news flash, asswipe, it's not. Picking on someone who could have died doesn't make you cool, it makes you a heartless dick!" Finney stared, jaw agape at the raven.

Hell, even Vance was speechless. That was when Mr. Johnson walked in. "What is going on back there?" He asked, glaring back at Bruce and Vance, who looked like they were about ready to take one anothers head off at any given moment.

To Finney's relief, Bruce backed off, heading to his seat beside Finney. "Nothing, sir."

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About an hour into the lesson, Bruce slid Finney a piece of paper.

B: Robin's been staring at u for a lil bit..

Finney froze, slowly looking over at Bruce, who had a small smile on his face.

He averted his gaze back towards his desk, picking up his pencil.

With a quick glance back at Mr. Johnson, he slid the paper back.

F- what did I do now?!?!

B- I dunno

B- hey maybe he has a little crush!!

F- Bruce....listen to yourself pls

B- yeh so wut?? He looks like a fruit cup, he prolly is one

F- ew..

B- Dayum fine then

Finney took the paper, shoving it in his desk. Dickhead, he sighed. Trying to get my hopes up like that.

About 30 minutes had passed before the bell finally rang, and both Bruce and Finney had long forgotten about the note.

Like before, Bruce took Finney's books, and the two made their way out of the classroom, unaware of the last two people left in the room.

"Bro, you're so down bad." The smaller of the two laughed. The other scoffed, "Am not. I just-- he caught me off guard, okay!" He huffed.

As the two collected their stuff, the younger noticed a sheet of paper on the floor, with writing on it.

He picked it up, sort of hoping it was answers to a test or something, but upon reading it, felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment. He saw me?