Prucan highschool au

Dude, what in fuck's name?

            Matthew slammed the heavy wooden door behind him, wincing a bit out of guilt over the loud sound it had made. It was 3:19 A.M. and he was pissed. He quickly got over this guilt however, when he crept into the living room and saw his brother, Alfred, laying on the sofa under some blonde punk and practically eating the boy's face. "Oh my- Alfred! Oh my God! Okay I'm going to my room this is too much!" this was most likely the loudest sentence Matthew had ever spoken in his life, and yet the two boys on the couch hadn't even heard him, although they were a bit preoccupied with, ahem, other matters. The Canadian stormed up the stairs and made sure to slam the small white door that led to his cramped room.

                He threw the patriotic school bag down on the twin bed and kicked the wall where it framed the rickety door. "Ow! Ow ow ow! Ugh, I can't believe this!" He felt hot tears multiplying in his pink tear ducts, and it made him feel as though his anger was being diminished, as though he was actually sad about what had happened. Matthew felt a hysterical laugh bubble out of his throat, heard how wet with tears it sounded, he looked down at his hands and saw them shaking with all of the sudden rage he felt, he remembered the nights events as they had unfolded and sat as he filtered through everything. 

               "Gil! Please I don't want to do this! Let's just leave, okay?" the boy's voice trembled with worry as he tried to convince the intoxicated boy. "No! Mattie he jus' fuckin' called me a godamn fag! I won' let 'em get away wit tha!" the albino was much stronger than the blonde, even though he was shorter, and broke away from the thin arms wrapped around his shoulders, charging drunkenly toward the laughing figures that stood in front of them and falling over half way there. The tallest figure, a man with pale blonde hair and terrifying violet eyes held that same passive aggressive smile that he always had and crouched down to tug Gilbert's white hair and lift his scratched face off the ground, "Seems like the little faggot has fallen to his knees for me, Da? Well, as flattering as this action is, I'm more interested in making that pretty pale face decorated with red scars." The large Russian pulled a switchblade from inside his tan coat and flicked it open, Matthew could hear the snap from where he was frozen with fear. This small, but very significant, noise stirred him into action, he backed up quietly and ran around the corner and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket. Matthew shakily put his passcode in and saw that his phone was at 5%, "shit, shit, shit." he hurriedly went to the calling app and typed in '911' and held the device to his ear.

        "911, what's your emergency?" a cheery, yet serious, female voice answered the phone, "I- my boyfriend, he-" Matthew hiccuped and sniffled as his throat closed up from tears threatening to spill over. "Sir? Sir I'm going to need to know the circumstances and location, okay?" her voice became very business-like and Matthew started over, "We were walking, and these-this big guy and his friends came around the corner, I guess, I think they saw us holding hands, they started yelling at us, saying things about us, my boyfriend, Gilbert, had been drinking and he got really mad and hit one of them, they pushed him down and one of them has a knife and I think they're gonna hurt him, oh God they're gonna kill him, I'm sorry I can't-" he started hyperventilating as he heard Gilbert scream, "They-I think they're cutting him, oh God-" the woman quickly cut him off.

        "Sir, what is your location?" Matthew looked around himself, scanning for a road sign. He caught site of a green street sign and read off the words to her, "Okay, we have an ambulance and a couple police cars that will be there in less than two minutes, stay on the line until then, okay?" Matthew started vigorously nodding his head, whispering "okay" over and over. He looked around the corner and saw Gilbert trying to hit the other boys, he had blood trickling down his face and large scar running from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, the Canadian gasped and felt the tears flow freely from his face, "Sir, is everything okay?" the woman voice forced him back to reality and he sobbed quietly into his hand, "They-they cut up his face." he whispered. 

        Matthew shook his head swiftly, forcing him back to reality. He and Gilbert had been dating for only a few weeks now, and they had been at a small party one of their friends had thrown, Gil had had maybe five or so beers, and it was only his third time drinking. Matthew had smoked a little, but he was much more aware of what was going on, so he was trying to walk Gil home. The spunky albino was in the ER now, getting stitches on his face, and the Russian (Ivan) and his friends had been obtained on the grounds of hate crime and hurting a civilian. While Matthew had been told that it would be best if he went home and got some sleep, which was the last thing he wanted to do. 

            He heard a knock on his door and quickly swiped the tears off his face, "Come in." he said, although his voice cracked halfway through. The door slowly opened and his brother walked in cautiously, looking around for Matthew in the dark. The younger boy caught site of his crying brother and walked over to him, he slung an arm over his shoulders and comforted him until they fell asleep like that. The next morning their parents cooed and took pictures of the boys cuddled up together before either could wake up to stop the future black mail.

    When Matthew woke up, Alfred was gone, but there was a yellow note stuck to his forehead, it read: "Matt, I told the moms that you were sick and would be staying home today, the hospital called, said you could see him at 1:30 and that you were down as his emergency contact, tell him I said to get better. Love u. see u after school. -Alfred"

      Matthew smiled at his brothers consideration and glanced at his alarm clock, it was only 11:23, he had enough time to do his homework from last night and get dressed, he would most definitely see his awesome boyfriend today, and tell him that his new scar made him look cool.

~Hello to any reading this! I hope there aren't too many mistakes, wrote this pretty late at night because an amazing human named Hanah just insisted that I write a new chapter, shoutout to that special bean! Thanks for reading! stay alive frens |-/