Stuck in Yesterday

Chapter One

Virgil's P.O.V

Beep! Beep! BEEP!

Virgil slammed his fist on the off button of his alarm clock, looking up from his pillow at it with sleepy yet irritated eyes. He yawned loudly, laying his head back down. "Maybe I can sleep for just a few more minutes," he murmured into his pillow.

But unfortunately for him, he heard a soft knock and the sound of his bedroom door being opened. "Time to wake up, Virgie," a soft voice said from above him.

He peeked out from the pillow to see his mother standing over him, fidgeting slightly with the ends of her long sleeves. The sweater she had on was very big on her due to the fact that she was extremely skinny, which was something they had in common. Her long side bangs covered almost the entire right side of her face, but Virgil was always able to see a glimpse of the long, faded scar that ran down her from her eyebrow to her cheek. Virgil gave a small groan, but lifted himself off the bed and started to prepare for his first day of a new school. His new school, named Bright High School, sounded like a relatively nice place. But he wasn't taking any chances. He had two goals for his time in this new school:

#1- Stay out of sight. Don't cause any drama.

#2- Stay alive.

Pretty simple goals. Virgil quickly dug into his closet, shuffling through a couple clothes until he finally settled on a black and white My Chemical Romance shirt, a pair of dark grey skinny jeans, his favorite pair of black combat boots, and his grey jacket with checkered sleeves. He quickly threw all of this on and, after carefully applying foundation and bold eyeshadow then checking his bag about five times to make sure that he had everything, he grabbed his school bag and headed downstairs. In the kitchen, his step-father sat at the kitchen table reading a newspaper. He must have heard him because he looked up from his paper and offered the boy a warm smile. In response, Virgil muttered a quick, "mornin'," before making a beeline for the front door.

"Wait a minute, mister," the man called out, "aren't you forgetting your breakfast?"

Virgil stopped his advance for a moment. Without looking back, he responded, "not hungry right now," but then quickly added, "but I'll eat something later. At lunch."

Before anything else can be said, Virgil reached the door and disappeared from view. From the table, his step-father merely sighed and returned to his paper.

Virgil speedily made his way across the front lawn and headed towards his bus stop, which was conveniently down the street. When he arrived, he took a deep breath and grabbed his headphones from his bag. After placing them over his ears, he chose to play "I Write Sins, not Tragedies" by Panic! At the Disco and cranked the volume up as loud as he could. For a while he just stood there, peacefully listening to his songs and waiting for his bus to show up. That all ended when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Slightly confused, Virgil lifted his headphones off his head and around his neck, turning cautiously to see who wanted his attention. Next to him stood a boy that was slightly shorter than him, with light brown, curly hair. He had large round glasses that framed big light blue eyes. Millions of tiny freckles littered his slightly chubby face, which held a huge grin. Virgil couldn't help but stare for a moment before snapping back into reality. "Y-yes? Can I help you?" Virgil asked, looking away from the other.

"Hi! You're new, right? My name's Patton!" The boy blurted out, holding out his hand in a friendly manner.

Virgil stared at his hand warily. Should he really trust this kid? In that moment, he remembered what his mother said to him only days ago. She said,

"I know things were... tough, before. But why don't you give this new place a chance? Make some friends?"

She sounded so... hopeful. Maybe he should give this boy a chance? Virgil slowly reached his own hand out and weakly shook Patton's hand. "H-hi. Nice to meet you." He greeted.

With that action, the boy's smile seemed to grow. "What's your name, kiddo?" Patton asked.

Kiddo? Virgil thought to himself. But before he had a chance to ask about it or even respond to the question, the bus pulled up in front of them. With a joyful squeal, Patton took hold of Virgil's hand and practically dragged him unto the bus with him. Virgil gave him a look filled with confusion and slight panic. "Since you probably don't know anyone," the boy explained as he continued to pull him, "you can come hang out with me and my friends!"

"My friends and I." A voice spoke from beside them.

Virgil visibly jumped at the sudden noise. He turned to look at a boy with rectangular glasses and sharp eyes, staring at him curiously. Patton, on the other hand, smiled brightly at the boy and greeted him. "Good morning, Logan!"

Patton pulled Virgil into an empty seat behind Logan. As they sat down, Virgil took in the boy's appearance. His features, like his eyes, seemed very sharp. His jet black hair was neatly combed back, and his black shirt, gray jeans, and dark blue tie were devoid of wrinkles. "Salutations to you as well, Patton," the other replied, his gaze still fixated on Virgil, "and who is it that you have with you? I don't think we've met."

Virgil shrank a bit into his hoodie, slightly uncomfortable with the sudden attention. "Now that you mention it..." Patton began, also turning his full attention to the dark clad boy beside him, "you never did get a chance to tell me your name."

Logan merely rolled his eyes, clearly having dealt with a similar situation before. Virgil pulled at the hems of his sleeves and glanced back and forth between Patton's bright warm eyes to Logan's cold cryptic eyes. "Well, my name is-"

"HELLO PEASANTS!" A loud voice interrupted him.

Slightly annoyed, Virgil turned to a tall, tan boy that was standing just slightly in front of them. He wore a white shirt with a red jacket and blue jeans. His brown hair was perfectly brushed to the side, revealing warm brown eyes. The newcomer plopped down beside Logan, who pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Do you always have to be so loud, Roman?"

Roman merely laughed at his comment. Then his eyes landed on Virgil. His laughing stopped abruptly, his happy expression quickly replaced by one of confusion and mild disgust. "Who are you?" He asked pointedly.

Slightly irritated by his tone Virgil replied coldly, "none of your business."

Roman's expression turned even more sour. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Logan was looking at him skeptically and Patton had a look of hurt on his face. Oh God, Virgil thought looking down at his hands, I've already managed to screw up and the day hasn't even started.

"Kiddo...?" Patton asked, trying to get the other to look him in the eyes.

The bus suddenly stopped, signaling they had arrived at school. Virgil immediately stood up and after taking a shaky breath he muttered, "it was nice meeting you, Pat," and as fast as he could hurried off the bus without looking back.

The three boys looked after him, shocked. "... What's up with him?"