Things We Hide || Sanders Sides

~ Part 1 ~

Leaning against one of the many rows of lockers, Roman used a free hand to push hair out of his face and a small bark of laughter escaped him at whatever words were being passed amongst the group crowded around where he stood. Unsurprisingly, the conversation flowed around him and despite spreading over half the hallway, everybody directed their route around the group rather then take the risk of trying to break it apart.

Dark red strands falling back into his face, Roman let out a huff and brushed them aside once more, a small giggle resonating from one of the girls, some cheerleader, who had decided to drape herself over his shoulder. To say that every other girl was giving her death glares would have been an understatement so overwhelmingly large that it would undermine the glares very existence.

He didn't even know what they were talking about anymore, but Roman kept the grin plastered across his face and as long as he laughed occasionally when it seemed appropriate, they would never know he had stopped focusing long ago.

Mentally, he was going over his lines for the play. Main character, of course. Anything less and he would have been a laughing stock amongst not only his friends, but across the entire school. You don't control the halls without having some form of reputation attached to your name.

Fingers flying across his phone, an exasperated sigh escaping him as he dodged amongst the sea of students, Logan really couldn't care less that someone's pet goldfish had died; it was just another excuse to not come in and either force their group project to be delayed once more or leave the entire presentation to him. Either way, only one other person from his group was in school today which meant that, yet again, they would not present.

Pausing his typing for a moment so that he could push his glasses back up onto his face, having slid down in his haste, Logan tapped the back of his phone with an impatient finger. Unbelievable.

He was almost certain that by this point the teacher had just accepted that they would never actually show them what they had created. Well, more accurately, what Logan had planned, researched, modelled, created, analysed and written a six page essay about. The most anybody else had contributed was suggesting that they make a team name. Indeed, unbelievable.

Side stepping around a couple making out in the centre of the hall, Logan glanced down as a beep alerted him of another notification from the group chat.

"I'm really sorry, my mum thinks I've got the flu I mean I've got the symptoms and all that"

Staring at the screen in disbelief, Logan walked around someone going in the opposite direction and shook his head down towards the device in his hands.

"You certainly didn't seem to have symptoms yesterday when you were attempting to copulate with"

Being forced to cut off as he walked full force into somebody, he let out a low curse and looked up, cursing silently again as he realised what he had done. Simply fucking magnificent. Everybody now glaring at him, Logan took a couple of steps away from Roman who had stumbled backwards a little but now stood, arms folded and an expression of complete disgust directed towards Logan.

"Apologies."

Mumbling quietly, Logan gripped his phone tightly and turned so that he could move around Roman, an annoyed huff appearing as he moved back into his path, the group now closing around him. Almost like a Venus fly trap. And he was the fly.

"I don't think so. You can't just walk into me like that and then walk away like it's nothing."

Really the only good thing that had come out of Logan running into him was that, now, noone was entirely focused on him. Folding his arms, Roman forced a cold expression onto his face and took a step closer towards Logan.