𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑨𝑳 <ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ>

006

It was in the middle of the afternoon, school was about to end. You just have to endure one last subject.

You laughed as you walked with your friends throughout the crowded hallway. It was your second week in this school and it was a whole new environment. But luckily you fit in just perfectly. At first it was quite difficult, but you quickly adapted to it.

It was great, this new life. But you'll be lying if you said that you dont prefer your old one. You are the type of person that doesnt likes changes, but the more you grew, the more you let it happen.

Your conversation with your new friends were interrupted when suddenly you heard a loud object or someone getting slammed on one of the lockers. You furrowed your brows, watching the commotion taking place before you.

It was just your second week but you immediately noticed how common bullies linger around all campus--- harrassing their victims when they get the chance. Especially Toby. Ticci Toby.
They liked passing him around like a toy, beating him up until he was bloody and unrecognizable. What did the teachers do about it? They didn't even try. They talk to the parents but guess what? Nothing happens.

It wasn't the first time you saw him getting beaten at and made fun of. You would've taken action before if your friends just didn't stop you.

You looked down at the brunette that was practically laying on the floor, protecting himself from the kicks that he was receiving. You then looked around, hoping to find someone who will defend him but you were hust greeted by cameras pointing at the scene.

"What the--" you cursed under your breath. "Poor boy, really. If only he wasn't born with so many disabilities." Your friend quietly mumbled, you stared at her in disbelief. She watched the scene with both shocked and amusing eyes. No sympathy.

Scoffing, you were about to approach the guy who was beating him up but you were quickly pulled by your other friend. They were scared that if you interfere, you might be that guy's next target.

Though you weren't afraid of him, you already kicked him in the dick before and surely you can still do it until now. You raised an eyebrow at your friend who harshly pulled you before approaching the once chubby guy, who was still a chubby guy.

"Seriously, Gerald? How immature." You spat, earning a few cheers from the crowd. It didn't motivate you, it made you more annoyed.
This was a very serious matter and for them--- it is just some kind of sick entertainment?

"Seriously, bitch? You are ruining our fun." You rolled your eyes then quickly grabbed Toby, guiding him to his feet.
"Hey, we are not done yet." Gerald says as he grabbed your shoulders, squeezing it. You let Toby lean on the lockers before you faced Gerald, you grabbed both of his shoulders and quickly sent your knees flying to his groan. He screeched in pain making everyone hover in laughter.

Before you could send him a dirty look, you eyes were covered with a pair of hands. The person behind you quickly pushed you onto the ground, they started to tackle you while you punched the air, hoping to his the person who pushed you.

When you finally processed the situation, you realized that the person above you is one of Gerald's accomplice, another minion. Your face morphed into anger--- disgust. You quickly grabbed a hold of the male's lock before pulling it harshly. The male screamed as he attempted to slap you and choke you.

Both of you fought in the ground for a good three minutes when finally a staff arrived. They struggled to separate you two, for you were clinging into his hair like the only solution to let it go is for him to go bald. While he was choking you as if he wants you dead.

When you finally got separated, they were sent to detention while you and Toby were sent to the infirmary. You sat on a bed opposite to him.
The only nurse approached you and was about to treat your wounds, but you insisted for her to treat the Rogers boy first because he needed it more.

After she was done with him, she finally took care of your busted lip, the scratch on your face that aches like shit and the marm on your neck--- you were lucky enough that he didn't break your chords.

As she was treating you, you couldn't help but notice how the brunette was watching you but when you would look on his direction, he would look away.

"That should be all, you will be fine miss (L/N). You can leave the infirmary anytime but if you would like to rest, you can too." The nurse politely said, you looked up at her boredly before tilting your head to get a view of Toby who was sitting behind her. "How about him?" You asked. The nurse glanced at him almost dismissively. "He can go too---or rest.." she said, you nodded your head before mouthing a thank you. The nurse left with a forced smile on her face that went noticed by you.

After she left, the room fell on a uncomfortable silence except the tics that would often erupt from you companion. You swinged your feet back and forth before jumping out of the bed. You approached the vending machine that was near the infirmary door. You pulled two bills from your jean's pocket before entering it to the vending machine.
You wanted to get something fresh down your throat after all that ballistic screaming and bickering.

You approached your bed once again, now with two can of soda in your hands. You sat on the white matress, presenting the soda infront of Toby which he shyly accepted. "You should learn how to fight, yknow." You started before gulping a good amount of sparkling liquid down your throat. "I--i try." He said between his tics.

You stared at him while he tried to avert your gaze. When you fnally realize what you are doing, you quickly looked away. Looking anywhere but him. "Sorry..." you mumbled.

"Why'd you do it?" At first you were taken back by his question, he asked it so clearly. You paused for a moment before answering. "Because i can? I have a mind, i have sympathy, i have arms and i have knees to kick another person's groan if i want to." He smiled at your last statement. "Im sorry, if only you didn't inter----" he started once again but you quickly finished him off. "Hey, i wanted to help. Don't be sorry, it was my decision. If i was to die defending you, it's honestly fine with me." You spoke boredly, expecting him to be chill with just what you said. But you didn't know how you just made an impact in his life.

Minutes have passed, a female suddenly barged inside the room. Her blonde hair was tied up into ponytail, a look of worry was crossed over her features. When Toby finally came into sight, she went running to him.

"Are you okay?" She asked, genuine concern lingers in her voice, Toby just nodded. Her attention then switched to you, her eyes held doubt, annoyance and curiousty. "Did you beat him?" She asked, you stared at her both in disbelief and embarrassment.

You were about to answer but Toby beat you to it.
"N-no, she helped me.." Toby stuttered, his tics worsening at the sudden remark. The female let out a quiet oh before holding your hand and thanking you. You just gave her a smile.