TW: Bullying, threats, and cursing. Read at your own risk. Also, I extended the chapter a bit to make up for the time it took just for this book to get updated again. I'm so sorry for not updating. Onto the story.

Oliver's POV~

I was walking to the school with Richard and Ray. The usual thing as the beautiful, colorful autumn leaves fell around us. I heard that Jake and Michael had a photo shoot, so they were going to be late. I guess that's one of the flaws to being a famous model, I suppose.

Entering the school, I saw a lot of stares coming from people. But unlike the stares from my first day of school, these stares were different. They were almost mean. Some looked scared even. I wonder why. I mean Halloween is around the corner, so maybe people are nervous? Richard and Ray seem to have caught on to it too. They stay close to me, as if protecting me like they're guards.

When I got to my locker, I was surprised to find it was vandalized. In big, messy letters, someone wrote in my locker "Get out, you bastard." I felt a little scared. Richard and Ray glared are my locker. I just smiled a bit, ignoring the letters. I-It's just a prank, I assume.

I opened my locker and a bunch of papers fell out and scattered on the floor. They all read variant different things. "Shit head," "Disgrace," "Pathetic," and so on. Some of them were even death threats. And worse... Ray was at his limit before he broke out in a rage.

"Okay, who the hell did this?! Huh?! Answer me!" That was when a teacher came out and up to Ray. "Raymond Turner! You know better than to yell in the halls! Even worse, you're cursing in the halls! Detention after school!" Ray tried to explain, but the teacher wasn't having it. He hugged Richard and whispered to him. "See you after school, okay babe?" Richard nods and Ray went to the principles office.

The teacher then read the words on my locker. "Oliver Samson, I am very disappointed in you. You think this is appropriate?! What are you going to do when the student who opens this locker sees this?!" I shook my head vigorously. "This is a mistake! This is my locker! When I opened my locker, all these notes fell out!"

The teacher frowned at me. "I have heard better excuses. After lunch, you'll be suspended for two weeks!" I went to talk back.

"Bu-" "No buts, Oliver. I don't want to hear another word. Now pick up your dirty work and head to class." I nodded sadly, tears starting to leak from my eyes. Richard patted my back and started to help me pick up these notes.

"Oliver, something strange is going on. Mr. Linora is never like this. For now, just do as your told by teachers. Once Michael and Jake get here, I'm going to ask them to find out a few things. They'll be able to get people to talk." I nodded my head and we go to class.

As we got to class, I saw my desk had also been vandalized. With the same words from the letters and stuff. I knew this day wouldn't be good. And to think I'm being suspended for something I didn't do. I hope Michael and Jacob help...

Meanwhile, in Michael's POV~

I didn't expect that photo shoot to last as long as it did. Jake was walking beside me since we both were headed to school from the same studio. Luckily the school knows that we'd be late from the photo shoot. Entering the school, we walk down the hallway to go to our class. However, as I continued walking, I felt Jake pull on my arm.

"What do you want, pupsicle?" He then pointed at a locker that had the words "Get out, you bastard," on it. We both walk over, looking at the vandalism. Jake then looked at me with very serious eyes. "Isn't this Oliver's locker?" I then realized he was right. We both nod and ran to class. There, we saw class being done. The teacher looked at us and told us to sit in our seats so they can continue the lesson.

We do as told and we both see Oliver's desk was vandalized, and Oliver himself looked like he was going to cry. That brought fire to our eyes as we both take our seats. I sat down in my seat and poked Richard's shoulder. In response, he turned and looked at me.

"What is going on? I saw the locker. And where's Ray?" Richard replies to me instantly, with a hint of anger. "Something is up, and I don't know what. Someone or some group are after Oliver for some reason. When he opened his locker, a bunch of threats and notes came out. Ray cursed out to ask who did it, and ended up being suspended for cursing loudly in the hallway. And Oliver is going to be sent home after lunch because the teacher thought Oliver did it. And Oliver even explained that it was his locker."

I nod my head, really pissed off to whoever decided to threaten my Oliver. I handed Oliver a rag I had on me. Jake nodded and froze the top of Oliver's desk before melting the ice on purpose. I smiled at Oliver before telling him to wipe the threats off.

Oliver smiled at me and thanked the both of us as he cleaned off his desk until all the marker was gone. After that, we all head into our next class. And it was the same each class too. Marker threats and us cleaning them. It was really starting to piss me off even more each time. Jake too was feeling the same.

Once lunch came, we all sat down at our regular table. However, there was a problem. Oliver packed his lunch today, and we all didn't. Meaning we'd have to leave Oliver by himself for a bit. I decided to stay next to Oliver. I can't risk him getting hurt if we leave to get out food.

"Go Michael. I'll be fine. Don't worry." I shook my head. "No way. You're getting bullied, and I can't forgive myself if you got hurt in my absence." Oliver shook his head. "Don't worry about me. It'll only be a few minutes. What's the worst that could happen?" I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't want to make him upset either. So Jake and I both went to get our food. But we soon found out that that was a mistake.

Oliver's POV~

After they head into the lunch line, I opened my lunchbox and started to eat. It didn't take long before a few guys came over to my table.

"Hey Oliver, what's that you have?" I shyly responded to his question. "Just a sandwich and some crackers." He nods and snatches the sandwich away from before biting into it.

"Gross! It has tomatoes in it!" The other guys laughed as he threw it on the floor and stomped on it. A few tears left my eyes as he did. He then grabbed my crackers, but I held onto it.

"Please, at least let me have this!" I cried, quite literally. The other guys laughed and made him crush the crackers. The main one chuckled and opened it before throwing the cracker dust into my face. He lifted me by my hair.

"You're just a pathetic little wimp. There's no way in hell you're fit to be your dad's mafia's next boss." I cried. "What are you talking about?" I say in disbelief.

"Don't deny it, you little shit. You're dad is a murderer. And that makes you a future one. So it's best we make sure you can't hurt anyone." I cried more as I continued to deny his statement, only to be called a liar.

It was then I felt a cool chill next to me. I look and see Jake, holding onto this guy's wrist, slowly making it freeze. "Let go of him. You ass hat." I then see Michael grab ahold of the guys shoulder. You could see electric around him as he seemed to increase his voltage. The guy let go of my shoulder and backed off.

I hugged the two of them in thanks. They then offered half of each of their lunch to make up for mine. I smiled happily and nodded. But it was interrupted when Mr. Linora came from behind me.

"Time for you to head home, Oliver." I tried to tell him I didn't even have lunch yet, but it was interrupted when Jake beat me to it. However, the reply he got hurt me.

"Well, that's too damn bad. He should've had plenty of time. Guess he shouldn't have goofed off." I then stood up and walked outside since I'm suspended.

I was followed by Richard, Ray, and the other two. Jake was the first to talk to me as he hugged me close to him. I couldn't help but cry in his arms at today. Michael followed suit as he hugged me from behind.

"Screw this place, okay Oliver? Let's go get you something to eat. We'll find out who's doing this to you. We promise." I nod my head and hug the both of them. We then all walked over to my home. That way they can explain the events to my parents. And to think this is how they were going to meet my parents. I hope this  doesn't get worse...