Infinitely Anxious (Sanders Sides Fic)

Chap. 2

 Warnings: Honestly I'm not so sure, just be prepared, I guess? Maybe some cursing?

"Virgil Moore?" Mrs. Dianne's voice rang throughout the room. My stomach knotted up and I almost dropped my pencil and stopped doodling with Patton and Logan.

"Virgil Moore? Are you here?" She called out again.

"That's you, I'm assuming?" Patton asked across from me. I looked up at him and slightly nodded. He turned around in his chair, raising his hand and barely yelling, "He's here, ma'am!"

"Ah, thank you." She looked back down at her sheet and marked my name off. I melted back in my chair, releasing a breath I'd been holding for that moment as I looked up at the strange tiled ceiling. "Akiline Silvers?"

"Just Kiki, please!" The other girl replied across the room.

"Your name is Virgil?" I hear Logan ask, he sounded awestruck. I looked over at him and his brown eyes were wide.

"Yeah?" I mumbled out.

"Like... Like the Roman poet? Publius Vergilius Maro?" Logan asks. I shrug my shoulders and I hear him take a sharp intake of breath. "Holy shit."

"Lo! Language!" Patton shrieks, perking up in his chair as he slaps Logan's arm playfully.

"Ah. Yes, sorry." He recovers from the shock, his eyes still sort of wide as he turns towards me once more. "I'm almost astonished that you didn't know that," He says as Patton brings up Logan's hand onto the table, their fingers intertwined. "Did you ever wonder where your name originated from, Virgil? It is quite the title to have."

I shrugged my shoulders once more, wiggling up in my chair to get more comfortable. "Honestly, I don't think I ever have. It's my name. I never got much more curious than that." I bring my hand up, twisting my finger around one of the strings on my jacket.

"I could tell you the history if you don't mind." Logan offers, perking up in his chair and slightly leaning forward.

"Now, Lo... We don't want to bore him with the history, do we?" Patton looks apologetically at me than sympathetically at Logan, tilting his head to the side to try and grab his attention. I can just barely see Patton squeeze Logan's hand, and he sighs in defeat.

"Right, sorry." His gaze is cast downward and towards the left, away from Patton. I furrow my eyebrows, shooting up in my chair. I know that feeling all too well and I am not letting someone who feels so... entitled to history feel this way because someone told them to not talk about it.

"Logan," He looks up towards me and I suddenly feel very big. I shouldn't feel like this. I should be the one feeling small. "Go ahead and tell me the history. I'm actually... very interested in what you have to say." I almost put my hand out and toward his, but I just put it on the table to show that I seriously mean it. Nobody should feel like that. His eyes brighten up and the corner of his mouth twitches up into a slight smile before he clears his throat slightly and sits up, pushing back his glasses and starting on the history of... Virgil.

About five minutes in on the history of this man and Patton and I are completely awestruck. I don't think I've ever wanted to learn anything more than I do now.

I've got my arms crossed on the table and my cheek resting on it, my head turned towards Logan as Patton does the same. Logan's face is completely lit up and I think even some people from the neighboring people are watching as Logan's arms fly into the air with such enthusiasm that it caught their attention. He tells us about Virgil's death, how he lived his life, some of the poems that he created, and by the time he got there, he had gotten everyone's attention.