New Kids (Prinxiety/Logicality)

Chapter Fifteen

Remy sat with the others during lunch as usual. Deceit was next to him (mostly because none of the others really wanted to sit next to De, but Remy didn't really mind him much), not bringing much attention to himself, which was a bit strange for him. Besides Roman, De was the biggest attention magnet in their little group.

"You seem quiet," Remy started, bored of the silence.

"Why do you care?" Deceit grumbled, poking at his lunch with his plastic fork.

"I don't," Remy shrugged and crossed his arms. They both huffed and turned away from each other.

They didn't talk again until the bus ride home. As usual, they sat next to each other. Remy must've passed out without realizing it (he did that a lot) and woke up a few minutes into the ride home when the bus drove over a speed bump, his head on De's shoulder. He sat up immediately.

"Why the heck was I—" he spluttered.

"I didn't want to wake you up, you're obviously exhausted—" De put his hands up defensively, equally flustered.

"Well, screw that, you could've let me know—"

"Shut up," the person in front of them said, sounding annoyed.

"I—yeah," Remy muttered, crossing his arms and making a point to scoot away from De, not letting himself fall asleep again throughout the bus ride.

-

Whattheactualheckkkkkkk.

Deceit was having a gay panic basically up until he got home. He got himself a glass of water just as Vicky called him.

"Hey, De," she drawled over the phone.

"What?" he grumbled, becoming decreasingly motivated for their plan to make Roman miserable. The longer he hung out around them the less he felt like he needed to be an asshole. So he was dreading this call.

"Now, that's no way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?" At that he choked on his water.

"My what now?" he asked, trying to recover. "You're not my girlfriend."

"Then what am I to you, huh? A friend with benefits?"

"A little psycho who's using me for revenge," he sighed, trying to find a paper towel. "Why am I doing this again? Look, I know I said I don't like the guy, but I've already beat him up once, and he's not so bad if you get to know him."

"Because if you don't—"

He cut her off. "Right. You took karate or something."

"It was kung fu, you idiot," she growled and he jumped, even though she couldn't get to him over the phone.

"Yeah. Right, sorry if I offended you," he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'm just not feeling it anymore. Why do you still care about whatever he did to upset you?"

"Because, De," she went on, sighing overdramatically, "I'm not a lazy procrastinator who only cares about myself even though I made a deal to go through with something."

"You know, when you phrase it that way, I almost feel guilty for wanting to back out of it," he said sarcastically, making a point to move to Hawaii before she could find him. He heard it was nice this time of year. "Plus, it would be nice to have friends who aren't afraid I'll smash their teeth in."

"I'm not scared of you," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but I hate you." He casually took a sip of his water before continuing on. "Look, I really don't feel like hurting people anymore. Not physically, anyway." He sighed.

"So raping—"

"Shut up, I've never done it without anyone's consent first," he grumbled. "I never forced anyone into anything. I just have a charming personality most of the time until I dump them. And everyone knows what they're getting into with me."

"Right."

"My nickname is literally Deceit! How could they not?" He sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Whatever. So what inspired your sudden change in heart?"

"I told you, I just don't feel like being such a crappy human being anymore," he rolled his eyes again.

"Oh, bullshit. It's that kid, isn't it? The insomniac who thinks he looks cool in sunglasses?"

Well, De was fucked. "No, he didn't have anything to do with it," he said quickly. "Like I said, we hardly know each other."

"It doesn't take much to turn you soft, does it?" she said in an almost disgusted tone of voice.

"And what are you gonna do if he did—hypothetically—have anything to do with my change of heart?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know," she said innocently. "But just know that whatever happens is your fault."

Gee, that's not ominous at all. At least I'm free from Vicky's clutches now. "Yeah, no, screw you, I don't want anything to do with you," De said venomously, then hung up and blocked her number.

He then proceeded to run his hands through his hair, anxiety kicking in. What if Vicky's going to come after me? What if she does something to Remy?

He shook his head and tried to ignore his own brain, to no avail.

-

"Patton?" Logan knocked on Patton's front door. It was Saturday, and they were supposed to go to the movies today. He'd been waiting for today, both excitedly and nervously.

The bubbly teenager opened the door a few moments later, dressed in light blue skinny jeans and a grey sweater. He was honestly adorable.

"Hey, Logan!" he said cheerfully. "I couldn't wait for today to swing around, it's like this week took forever just to keep us in suspense!"

Logan smiled at him. "Yes, it certainly felt that way sometimes. Well, should we get going?"

"Yeah," Patton nodded, impulsively taking Logan's hand. He blushed but didn't let go.

They walked to the movie theater, which was only about a fifteen minutes' walk from where Patton lived. They talked about lots of different things, like schoolwork and hobbies and stuff. They found out that they both had very gay parents, although technically Logan's were lesbian.

When they got there, Logan bought them the tickets and Patton got the snacks, deciding they should at least split the bill.

"It's only fair since I'm getting a bunch more than you are anyway," Patton smiled.

"I suppose. That's only because my mother would freak out if I destroyed my diet, though," he muttered.

"I'll take whatever I can get," he grinned brightly enough to out-twinkle Aoyama (if you don't get that reference, you're dead to me).

They went into the theater and found their seats just as the previews ended. Throughout this entire process, Patton had only let go of Logan's hand when it was necessary.

He didn't let go throughout the rest of the movie, either.