Bipolar (Scott x Vincent)

Part Three

Scotts P.O.V
Mr Schmidt busts out of the door. By now no one was in the hallways besides us. Vincent immediately starts to hysterical cry again.
"Please...Please don't hurt me..." He begs.
"Listen to me...if you come to my house tonight and stay the night...I will let you live...If you don't...Punishment is coming your way." The teacher growls and takes his fist back, swings it forward and hits Vincent right in the face. He falls to the floor and puts his hands over his face after he got hit. Mr Schmidt runs into his classroom and locks the door.
"Oh my god, Vincent!" I lean down and shake him. "Vincent!!" He didn't respond.
"Holy shit...Vincent!!" I yell again and shake him. I'm pretty sure he was knocked out.
"God dammit." I mumble and shake my head and pick him up bridal style starting to run down the hallway, plowing past everyone.
"Scott what's going on is he okay?" One of Vincent friends asks me worriedly.
"Everything's fine, David." I lie and start running again. I run up to the nurses office and barge into the door.
"Nurse Amy!" I scream.
"Scott hun what is it." She asks startled.
"Vincent he...someone hit him and he...he lost consciousness." I say anxiously. Wanting to cry.
"Okay alright." The nurse started to panic as well.
"Set him down"
"Tim get the fuck up!" I yell. He jumps up and runs to the side and I put Vincent down where Tim was and began to bite the side of my knuckle.
"Scott calm down." The nurse days calmly.
"No..." I say quietly and shake my head.
"Alright..." The nurse wipes away the blood pouring out of his mouth. "Scott you can go back to class now thank you for bringing him."
"What? Are you kidding me?!" I snap. "I'm staying here until he wakes up!" I demand.
Nurse Amy sighs and nods "alright then take a seat. It could be a while...I'm gonna call his parents." Just then mr Schmidt walks into the room and smiles at nurse Amy.
"Hello there Amy. Did you get the absent list for today?" He asks her as if nothing just happened.
I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. All I could focus on was the boiling anger I felt at that moment. And with that...I got up and pounced on mr Schmidt.