Welcome to hell ~ sanders sides highschool au

Chapter Seven: Misunderstanding

Logan's POV

I sighed as Damion ran off, clearly panicking already and knowing him, he probably couldn't breathe anyway due to his binding. The table was confused to say the least, many, such as Patton, Roman and Virgil were rambling about how they never would have expected Damion to be a bad person, the other more rational of us, kinda, included Remy, Remus and i, all wore worried looks on our faces as we gazed over in the direction Damion stalked off to.

"Can everyone just let me explain!" I shouted over everyone, growing more irritated the more i heard them insulting Damion. Everyone turned to look in my direction, and i mean everyone. The whole lunch hall turned to see the robot shouting for once in his life. Glaring towards the people that were irrelevant made them turn back around and mind their own business, only glancing over in wonder every now and then. The group of outcasts at my table turned and payed attention finally, but i was conflicted about how to explain. I doubt that many of these people would fully comprehend the scientific explanation but i have never used emotions in school since i was 13. Giving another sigh i finally composed myself enough to do something i wish i never had to.

"Okay, so im going to explain something about me first. When i was younger i found a way to control my emotions, meaning that i shut off that part of my brain from time to time, using it to study or focus more on something. As i grew up i began to resent emotions which brought me to where i am today, always having them turned off unless they are needed." I explained. I could tell that half of the table had already blanked out, but i needed to explain Damions side of things before he comes back and has to do it himself.

"Damion usually goes into panic mode when under stress, and when he was younger he was a pathological liar due to some things i am not able to tell you, i helped his lying become less impulsive, meaning that now he only lies when he feels the need to protect himself from threat and when he feels underpressure or rage. What you just saw was what i call panicked lying, something he is attempting to get rid of but it is much harder than it seems." I explained, everyone seemed to understand, some more than others. Patton and Roman looked to be guilty due to their obliviousness to the situation, but to be honest, both Damion and i are used to it.

"So, Damion is a liar sometimes, only as a defense mechanism, and he has not been to jail." Remus clarrified, looking at me as he spoke. Something told me that Remus was more matture than he seemed.

"Does he get offended when someone calls him 'The Snake'?" Roman asked, tapping the back of his hands in a way that made me thing he was stimming.

"It depends on the context," I explained, "Damion does not mind being called 'The Snake' by people he knows are nice, nor does he mind nicknames such as 'Snakey' so you are in luck Remus." I answered, smirking towards Remus who's mouth was about to hit the floor.

"How'd you know i was gonna call him Snakey!" Remus exclaimed, laughing as he saw the rest of the table looking dumbfounded.

"I could just tell." I responded, going back to answering questions.

"Why do they call him 'The Snake' wouldnt they just call him a liar?" Virgil asked, not meaning that to sound like an insult. He was about to apologise and explain what he meant before i held a hand, signalling him to calm down.

"He gained the nickname 'The Snake' after he got the scar over his eye, which you currently can't see because his hair is covering it. He only began covering it in the last year, so most people here have seen it before. A girl, i think her name was Becca, said that his scar looked like snake scales, and now that, mixed with being a liar, dubbed him as The Snake." I explained, just as a big crowd of kids walked past our table.

I looked up and noticed their letter-man jackets and skinny looking girlfriends only to realise that they were the football team. The only nice people on the football team was a boy named August and his best friend Chris, they have been friends with me since my second year here after a History project we had together. I know that Damion has a friend of the cheerleading team called Abby and that Remy knows the Helper who i think is named Piccani. I haven't met Patton previously, so i have no clue who he knows from there, im just hoping that its no one bad.

"Oh..." Roman replied, grimacing a bit as more guilt seeped in, " I guess that makes sense..."

"But what about the rumours? I mean, I'm not really one for gossip but so many people talk about him! All of the rumours are about gangs or drugs or involvement with the police!" Patton claimed, the rising commotion was about to begin again so I spoke before the others could.

"They are as you said, rumours. And though Damion has never don't drugs himself, it would be wise to not mention them around him. Trust me."  I stated, staring coldly at everything and everyone. The last time someone mentioned them, they ended up in the hospital, and it wasn't just Damion who landed him there.

I watched as Roman, Virgil and Patton shivered, the air becoming more dense with each passing second. Remy took a loud sip of his drink to attempt to ease people back into talking, but I only stared harder at the table while Patton looked mildly displeased. Everyone was quiet, that was, until remus burst into laughter and began waving his hands to fan his face.

" Oh oh! Imagine Mrs Louden's hand getting stuck in a blender!" Remus cackled making Remy snort. We all looked at him with confusion evident in our eyes, all apart from Roman to sighed and dug around in his bag. Roman pulled out a notebook and a sketching pencil, passing it over to remus as the green boy scribbled a drawing furiously. The boy later turned the page around to show a detailed sketch of someone identical to Mrs Louden with their hands all mangled inside of a blender. I was impressed to say the least.

"Cool! You draw really well!" Virgil said, his eyes lighting up for the first time. It's strange that a teachers mangled hand had brought him this much joy...

"Oof I'm squeamish!" Patton squealed, hiding behind Roman, who let out a small laugh as he watched us.

"Nice drawing babes, though I wish it was Mrs Fletcher..." he complimented, mumbling the last part.

"Ooh! When I get my next thought I'm gonna draw her!" Remus said, tucking his tongue while adding more shading.

"That is a very precisely detailed drawing Remus, though I am afraid you have forgotten that judging on the look of the hand, the right metacarpal should be piercing the skin." I pointed out, running my hand to where there would be an absurd amount of pressure build up If this was real. I watched as his eyes snapped with inspiration as he began drawing the bone protruding the skin, the others at the table shrugged and went back to eating before the next bell rings. Both Remus and me chatted about bone structures and how they would look if they broke up until the next class.