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viii

this chapter is dedicated to plumptyler because today is her birthday!!! i love you so so much, mami asami!!

tw// for the first section. some violent, graphic fighting and gay slurs again. stay safe.

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JOSH LIMPED TO school the next day.

The chatter was silenced as he passed, the only noise being the squeak of his boots on the tile of the hallway. No one dared to even look at him as he walked through the halls. People knew what he did to kids who looked, kids who asked.

No one knew who it was who left Josh like this, but it couldn't have been someone at the school. Josh could win a fight against anybody at the school, anybody.

He could not win against this person.

And when Mikey made the mistake of thinking Josh was the type to weaken after losing, everybody scattered to find somewhere else to be, somewhere else.

Mikey cracked his knuckles, a follower of his on either side. "We meet again, Dun, but it looks like you're the one going down this time."

Josh rolled his eyes, not even faltering in his stride as he continued to approach the boy. "I don't have time for his, Way," he sighed. "I have to get to bio." Just as Josh suspected, Mikey didn't touch him as he passed.

"Your little boyfriend waiting for you, fag?" Mikey taunted.

Josh stopped walking.

He could hear Mikey's little groupies snickering, and he turned slowly, watching the dirty blonde's smirk from the corner of his eye. "Struck a nerve, did I? Maybe I should pay him a little visit, see how well he takes a punch."

In the blink of an eye, Mikey's collar was wrinkled in Josh's fist as the punk grabbed him. Their faces close, Josh could feel the younger boy's heartbeat quicken as his lip curled in a snarl. "If you touch him, Way, I swear to fucking god, I'll bury you so far in the ground no one will be able to save you."

Josh's voice was dark, his eyes narrowed, and he felt the dirty blonde gulp before he heard it. With a scoff, the punk released Mikey from his grasp, shoving him backward and into his friends.

No, when Josh lost a fight, he was bitter.

"You think you're the one calling the shots here?" the punk jeered.

Mikey swung his fist, but Josh caught it in his hand. The yellow-hue merely looked at it before turning his gaze back to Mikey who was staring at him fearfully. Josh punched the other boy hard in the stomach making him hunch over with wide eyes. One of the other boys, Josh recognized him as the junior, Pete, lunged for him, but Josh just tossed Mikey into him and took a threatening step towards the other boy, who took off running.

The punk rolled his eyes, turning back to the two on the floor. Pete looked at him in fear and scrambled to his feet, stumbling after the other boy and yelling, "P-Pat, wait for me!" Mikey was still lying on the floor, coughing and wheezing.

"Get up, Mikey. You're a fucking joke," Josh sighed. The boy struggled to get to his feet, but Josh just kicked him in the side, making him cry out and collapse.