Things We Hide || Sanders Sides

~Part 6~

~Trigger Warning~
Homophobic language and nightmares

As the end of school rolled around, indicated by the shrill clanging of the bell, Roman glances up at Logan who had already started to pack away the work which he had been doing.

"Hey Logan."

Bringing his head up from his bag Logan paused his packing and directed his eyes towards Roman.

"I was wondering if you would be free to help me after school? We never actually got to go through work and I have a hell of a ton of homework I need help with. It's up to you I guess I was wondering."

Placing the last folder back into his bag and lifting it up onto his shoulder, Logan used a couple of fingers to push his glasses back into position and thought for a moment. There was always the chance that this entire thing had been a trap - a rather violent and humiliating one for Roman, but there was still the probability. Yet, simply based on the way Roman spoke, his expression, Logan thought it was pretty safe to assume that he was being genuine. Which just left his parents.

Holding up one finger, he pulled out his phone from his pocket, quickly messaging his parents some made up story about needing to stay behind after school because of extra curricular stuff before switching it off and putting it back away.

"Of course. We can not really go to my house, but if you would like to go to your house or somewhere else?"

"Somewhere else."

Coughing a bit to hide how quickly he had responded, Roman picked up his own bag and fell into step beside Logan as they walked into the hallway.

Kids coming out of their final classes, teachers darting into staffrooms or out the back of the building to smoke who knows what. Phones were already out, fingers flying across screens as messages were sent and groups or pairs of people chatted at the sides. As they walked past, conversation halted, laughs ringing out from behind hands covering mouths and remarks were made with every step.

"So ya already got your hands all over Roman here? Typical."

Head turning, the rest of Logan's body soon followed until he was directly facing the guy from earlier, arms folded across his chest and a smirk pressed permanently onto his features.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. Couldn't wait until there was somebody who you could actually grab could ya? Faggots like you always wanna get some. Where ya done it? The nurses office?"

A chorus of sniggers singing out from the forming group, Roman seriously wished Logan was the type of person to leave things.

"Well perhaps the only reason you care about my having sexual intercourse is due to a deep rooted jealously. Perhaps, secretly you wish it were you and so instead you're going to the extremes to cover it up."

His face flushed red and a fair few people turned away to hide their laughter, a couple of cheers appeared from the back of the crowd as hurried whispers began the inevitable betting. Hell, Roman could hear two people behind him wondering whether Logan would be down in two blows or one.

"Lo, please."

He hissed quietly, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him away.

"He will kill you. I've seen that look in his eyes and I've seen the pain it caused. I've felt that pain, I was just lucky to leave with only a broken arm."

"I've handled him before and not died how could this situation be any different?"

Exasperated, Roman tried to pull Logan away again, only to have him remove his arm from his grip and face the guy once more. His face had gone dark, eyes glinting in a way that to any sensible person it would send a cold wind down your spine. Roman's problem, however, was how naive Logan was to the danger he was in.