"I heard he's a felon."
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Josh likes to consider himself a well behaved student. Tyler Joseph is the last person he would have expected to start a friendship with.
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Josh closes his eyes and sighs to himself when he hears commotion stir at the far end of the hall.
But alas, his Math class is in that direction so lucky him has to skrrt around the fight in order to make it to class before the bell rings.
A crowd has already gathered and that itself will be a hassle to get through so Josh sighs and mentally prepares himself as he walks toward the death wall.
Shimmying his way through people, muttering sorry every time their shoulders clash rudely, Josh presses himself up against the lockers to stay as far away from the fight as possible as he slides his way around it.
Only when he's halfway through does he notice who is participating in the fight.
"Brendon!" He shouts. He's confused and he's angry. It's not a good look.
Brendon and the person he was pinning to the ground both snap their heads to look at him.
"Tyler?" Josh says airily. He feels like he's about to faint.
"What are you doing?" He screeches at Brendon, hurrying to pry him off of a bloody, bruised Tyler Joseph.
"Taking out the fucking trash." He spits, but doesn't resist as Josh pulls him away. He grumbles, rubbing his sore knuckles.
"Don't be so immature!" He scolds, too angry to be embarrassed at how high his voice is getting as he progressively gets angrier at his best friend.
"Why were you fighting?" He asks through gritted teeth.
Brendon's nostrils flare and he looks at Tyler. If looks could kill, oh boy, Tyler would be a goner.
"Tell him, Ty-Ty. Let him now exactly why I beat your worthless face into the floor." He sneers, propping himself up against the lockers with a grin on his face as if hearing Tyler's explanation would amuse him.
And Tyler actually hesitates. Josh sees the look in the older boy's eyes and his own start to squint.
"Tyler." He says slowly.
Tyler has the audacity to avert his eyes, looking down at his feet in what seems to be shame.
This makes Brendon angry. He's fuming.
He slams his hand down on one of the lockers door,
"Tell him!" He dares.
Tyler glares at him, standing up with a stumble but not moving to do anything more.
Josh watches with a conflicted look on his face. He wants to help wash Tyler up and then they could go get ice cream or something, but that can't happen. Him and Tyler aren't friends anymore.
On the other hand, even if they were friends, Josh wouldn't know whether he wanted to spend time with Tyler more, or spend the rest of the day yelling at Brendon for thinking it was even remotely okay to be engaging in a fist fight, with someone he knows Josh has feelings for!
But Josh doesn't even know the reason for the fight, so it's only fair if he listens to both sides of the story, even if all he wants to do is scold the two and spray cold water at them or shake a can of pennyies by their ears, treating them like the animals that they are.
But it's kind of hard to unbiasedly listen to both sides of the story if no when will tell him their fricken side.
Josh snaps his fingers, breaking the stare-down (more like glare-down) the two older teens were locked in.
Brendon scoffs, looking at Tyler with a glare that used to hold pure contempt but now is just pity. Angry pity, but pity nonetheless.
"Of course, you're gonna make me tell him. Because you're nothing but a little bitch who somehow managed to trick everyone in to giving a shit about you!" He laughs bitterly, his voice rising as his temper does.
"But that's the thing, Tyler Joseph!" He says. His smile is cold and scary, and he seems so pleased with the way Tyler is cowering away from him.
"You're not shit." He spits. "You are nothing. You've done nothing of importance and nobody gave a single shit about you, so you scared them into thinking you're superior in any way. But you're not."
It's quiet. Brendon seems calm now, and it almost makes Josh think he's gonna stop. The pure hurt that Tyler is trying to hide is making Josh want to interject, but he can't bring himself to.
"You're not shit." Brendon repeats. "You're not as tough as you make people think you are. You aren't crap. You aren't even worth the garbage you shoved in Josh's locker."
Josh's face sours. He turns to Tyler, who is standing stupidly and taking everything Brendon is throwing.
"What does he mean by that?" Josh asks in a small voice.
Brendon grins, walking a few short steps away, bumping Tyler's shoulder in the process, and opening up Josh's locker so the boy can take a look inside.
Empty yogurt containers, napkins, pop bottles, chip bags, all the sort of school lunch disposables spill out from the compact space, and the smell, oh it hits Josh's nostrils hard.
Josh can't even bring it in him to worry about his soggy papers and books that have been affected by this mess, as he's too preoccupied looking at Tyler, his eyes begging him to deny it. He didn't do this, he couldn't have.
Tyler finally looks at him, but it's just a dead stare.
"Tyler?"
Tyler licks some of the blood off the side of his lip. Josh thinks he sees him start to open his mouth to reply but a shout from behind them stops him.
"What is going on here?" The principal, Mr. Armstrong yells.
Nobody can bare to answer. Brendon was smug moments ago but the crushed look on Josh's face isn't making this very fun anymore.
Tyler's eyes flash with a little bit of guilt for a moment, before he shakes his head a little and stays silent the entire escort to the principals office.
Josh tries to pretend he isn't falling apart inside.