Operation Prinxiety (With a Side of Logicality)

Chapter Eleven

Virgil's POV

No point anymore. He hates me most. But I wonder what the others think of me.

Logan probably finds my incessant worrying unproductive and annoying.

And Patton probably thinks I'm disheartening. The villain. I always will be.

Just like Remus said.

Couldn't escape that fate.

Patton's POV

"Virgil!" Virgil snapped his neck up at the sound of my voice. 

Virgil's POV

Oh no, he called me by my name, he must hate me. He must think I'm not even worth the effort of pretending to love anymore. 

Speaking of love.

I should stop having that damned crush on Princey.

He hates me. I can tell by the way he looks annoyed. 

He's probably annoyed that they had to stop whatever they were talking about to get my attention.

Damn it, what did they say? Did they ask me something? I completely zoned out shit shit shit.

Something flashed in Princey's eyes, behind that mask of hate. 

Was it worry I detected?

Roman's POV

Is he okay?

He zoned out for a bit. We were just talking about Thomas' schedule. We asked Virgil what he wanted to say about the schedule.

Patton called him his usual nicknames about 3 times before reverting to his name. That seemed to catch his attention...

After the fifth time.

I saw worry in Patton's eyes and curiosity in Logan's.

I was really worried.

Logan's POV

He zoned out? That's very unlike him. 

Zoning out in his mind would be like allowing his guard down.

Which it is.

But he's always vigilant. 

Ready for anything.

He is Thomas' fight or flight...

So what's wrong?

Virgil's POV

I want to leave. They are all staring at me. Everyone. I want to leave.

Thomas' POV

Virgil looks scared. 

"Virge, is there something wrong?" I asked slowly.

His head snapped in my direction. 

"I um." he straightened himself. "Sorry. Just thinking. I'm fine. What did you say again? I didn't catch it." 

I stared suspiciously. "We were just going over the schedule. Logan thinks its too unproductive. We were asking for your insight."

"Oh, it's... fine, I have no problem with it." he nodded his farewell and left.

...

"... Didn't he complain about the current schedule?" Logan asked.

"And we didn't even make a new one yet..." I added, concern written all over my face. 

I stared at the now empty spot on the bottom of the stairs.