Things We Hide || Sanders Sides

~Part 4~

~Trigger Warning~
Homophobic language and violence

Seeing as lunch was immediately after his free period, as soon as he left the empty classroom Logan aimed for the science hallways, really the only place that wouldn't hold anyone who would want to make him accidentally trip or something similar; the most common recently had been just leaving him with new bruises across his torso and arms, wherever they decided that day.

The sound of his feet tapping against stone echoed down the deserted corridor, even teachers having left it to go eat or hide behind the building and complain with eachother about students as cigarettes burned down to their fingers.

One particular bench, shoved uselessly at the side of the hallway, had become Logan's go to place for when he actually wanted to eat in peace for once.

Settled on it now, bag placed beside him and half of his sandwich already in his hand, Logan had to be thankful for how determined most other people were in regards to avoiding the science department during breaks. It was as though they feared being seen as something outside of their social group, simply by walking down the corridors and passing outside of the classrooms. It made no sense but if it meant that Logan was left alone then he wasn't going to complain.

Taking an entirely different approach, Roman had instantly headed for the cafeteria. The more people, the better. Not to mention how the increased noise kept his mind from wandering to places he didn't want to think about.

Sliding into his seat, Roman leant over and stole a handful of fries from one of the other guys, simply laughing and giving a shrug as he gave a noise of disagreement. Putting one of them into his mouth, he leant his elbow on the table and within minutes he was once more the main one talking, conversation somehow directing itself towards him no matter what it was. This was what he loved about his position, the control, how he knew that he was always going to be able to steer what they were talking about. Lack of control, now that wasn't so good.

Already halfway down an apple which one of the girls had offered him, a different one from earlier who had received daggers glares from her, Roman glanced up as a portion of the table stood up.

"We're going for a hunt, not much to do here at the moment. You coming Ro?"

Shrugging, Roman took another bite of the apple and swung round the seat, planting his feet on the floor and pushing himself up whilst grabbing his bag.

"Might as well. Nothing better to do right now."

A slight bark of protest coming from various girls, Roman smirked a bit and followed after the others as they began walking out of the cafeteria, soon ending up in the centre of them. Really he was getting sick of having to deal with all the petty little girls twirling their hair around their fingers and flirting shamelessly. On the way out the door he threw the apple core in the trash can, soon following after the others.

He couldn't care less where they ended up. Going through random corridors and across stretches of concrete, they could be heading to France for all he bothered to pay attention.

One of them suddenly hitting his arm,  there were a couple of laughs and he looked up glaring, only to have them point forward towards something just down the hall.

Staring intensely down at his sandwich, Logan desperately wished that they could just walk past. Nobody ever came down here unless they were specifically looking for someone to pick on, so the longer they stood there with sniggers rolling past his ears, the worse this entire situation was becomming. Hurried whispers certainly didn't give him any more hope.

"Hey fag, what ya up to there?"

Sighing inwardly, Logan looked up from his lap and settled the guy who had stepped forward with a cold glare.