i'm coming for you, and I'm making war

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America, Illinois
High school
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Tyler's p.o.v

"Tyler, 'gangsters' don't cry, you are pathetic just stop!" 

Chris Salih. The school bad boy, or at least one of them. Teachers like to call them the 'young and menaces'.

"Here's another punch for crying, you fucking wimp!" Chris screamed at Tyler, holding his shoulder against the wall of the school gates.

"ARGH!! s-stop!" Tyler choked, between several blows to the head.
Surprisingly, he was still conscious.

"Hand me all your lunch money and I'll leave. Tell the principal or anyone then you will not see living daylight."

Tyler reached for his pockets, ripping out the money and wiped his forehead with his other hand.

"Here! Just take it you moron, leave me alone! Go away!" Tyler screamed at him, throwing the money at him and shaking him by the collar.

Chris's black sunglasses dropped down to his nose and his eyes stared straight into Tyler's soul.

"Don't talk to me like that you dweeb!"
Chris said, crouching down to pick the money up.

After Chris left Tyler dropped down to the wall, exhausted and careless. He didn't care whether he missed classes right now, because he just felt to weak to even stand.

"Tyler? What the hell?"

Looking up, Tyler wiped his watery eyes and squinted at the blurry figure walking towards him. Turns out there were several people with him...
Or was that just his consciousness slipping away?

"Jishwa?" Tyler hiccuped

"Ty, you let Chris beat you up again?"

"Josh, I can't stop him.."

Before Tyler could finish, josh picked him up bridal style, and carried him to the benches, so he just buried his face into Josh's nice smelling t-shirt.

"Apparently Pete paid him to beat you up..."  Josh whispered

Pete, is the bassist of fall out boy, one of the other school boy bands.
There's fall out boy, panic! at the disco and my chemical romance.
Oh and Twenty øne piløts, me and josh.

"I don't get why he would do that though" Josh finished.

I can only think of one thing.
"Rivalry" Tyler sobbed.

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Patrick p.o.v

Patrick looked at the clock, worryingly, than back at Gerard, a few seats away from him. He couldn't help but feel uneasy because he knew that shit is going down. Or at least will be.
Taking no notice to the glances and paper aeroplanes that frank was sending mikey, Gerard and Ray, Patrick decided that he was gonna lock himself in the janitors closet and hide at recess, and plus he didn't want to talk to Pete and the others at the moment due to band complications.

Patrick didn't like history class anyway so he just started to listen to the whispering across the class, and pretend to do work.

"Gerard"
"what?!"
"are we going tonight?"
"yes, pipe down and just send notes, we can't let anyone hear this"

Curious to find out Patrick glanced at Gerard who looked very tense, but soon realised he was being stared at.
He shot patrick an angry puzzled look.