//PETES POV\\

Lunch.

To be honest, I'm not the most social person, so I don't really enjoy it. My mind is normally locked on some shitty plastic that they pass off as "food" from the school cafeteria. It can be safely ingested... I think, so I'll eat it.

I wheel myself out of the lunch line with one hand, the other holding onto my tray which had some form of casserole on it. I spot an empty table. Good, I think. I wheel myself in the direction of the table. It took a minute, considering the distance between table to table isn't very wide, but eventually I find myself sitting at a octagonal table, picking at the mush that stood before me.

"PETE!" I hear Brendon yell from across the cafeteria. His voice is relatively close, though, because before I know it, he's plopping a brown paper bag on the table, and sitting next to me. He waves a couple of others over and I tense. I'm. Not. Good. At. This. Suddenly, there are three other people at the table. A guy that I don't know, his hair an odd shade of blonde, and a girl that I also have no idea who she is. She has dyed orange short-ish hair. Then, there's one person I do know.... Patrick. "Okay!" Brendon is smiling, "Pete, this is Gerard, and Hayley. Hayley, Gerard, this is Pete."

Gerard gave a small smile. "Sup, bro? Fair warning: I'm a jackass sometimes. I apologize in advance." His smile stays on his face as hand slides through his hair.

"It's true." The only person that could belong to is Patrick.

Brendon looks at me with a smirk. He mouths the word "You," before smiling at Patrick, who's face is flushed ruby red.

"Yo," Hayley gives a smile. "I'm here, along with 'Trick over here, to keep these two idiots out of trouble. Pleasure." She seems nice, to be honest.

"Well isn't that nice?" A voice sneered behind me. "Crippled kid found some friends? Let's see, you got Autistrick over here, Brendon Urine, Gerard Gay... Oh and Citrus!" The kid laughs, making Hayley glare at him.

"So?" I question, my face reddening with defense. My hands instinctively fly to the armrests of my wheelchair, trying to push myself up, before sliding back down into my lap when I realize that I can't stand.

"You being crippled makes this a lot easier on my part." He smirks. His eyes are practically glowing with mischief and misunderstood anger, and his smile is twisted in a way that only a victim can see.

Apparently, I am a victim.

I lift my head to meet his gaze, challenge written in my expression. The corners of my lips curve up into a slight grin. "Try me." I growl.

That, he did. He gives me a look of confusion, before his smirk grows back on his face. The next thing I know, strong, meaty knuckles are connecting with my nose, making my head fly backwards. Then again, and again, and again. I'm clutching my nose in my left hand at this point, my right covering my eye. He pulls them away and punches me again, this time in the jaw.

"BRYCE, STOP!" I hear Gerard's voice behind me. Within a matter of seconds, he's inches from Bryce's face. "What did he ever do to you? Stop fucking around because one of these days someone will fight back, and you better pray to God that you won't see that day." Gerard spins on his heel and sits back down.

"I'll find you when you don't have your little friends to save you." He growls, his eyes glinting with hatred. His hands are clenched into fists.

"You're weak. You pick on me because I can't fight back. You're too much of a wimp to even try to hurt any of them. To be honest, I find that very insulting. I am as capable as any of them. Maybe not in the same ways, but I am." I'm trying not to cry while I speak because it hurts so bad, but that idiot needs to know the truth. He picks out the 'weakest links', and targets them.

"You think I'm afraid? You think I'll even hesitate to hurt any one of them? I'll show you!" He grabs Patrick by the collar of his shirt and lifts him up. Patrick, surprisingly doesn't look phased. Bryce juts his leg into Patrick gut, making Patrick yelp in pain. Bryce then throws countless punches at Patrick, a small cry emerging from the shy boy every time the idiot throws a punch.

"STOP IT! PUT HIM DOWN!" I scream, making my face burn and throb. "I didn't need your proof! Drop Patrick now!" Behind the bruises and blood on my face, my skin is flushing with anger towards this kid. "No one fucks with my friends."

He drops Patrick, leaving him almost unconscious on the floor. "I do." He snarls, before turning back and walking off.

"Patrick," I hear Brendon's voice clouded with worry. He stands up and runs to The bleeding blob on the floor. Patrick is sprawled out on the floor, his face covered in blood and you can tell that he's trying to keep his eyes open. "Patrick, bud, c'mon, lets get you and Pete cleaned up." Brendon is pulling Patrick to his feet and leading him to the bathroom, first, me trailing behind by a few feet.

"This is my fault. I shouldn't have challenged him. I'm so sorry." I mumble. I feel like a complete idiot. I should have known better.

"Dude, you're fine. You defended yourself. you defended us. For that, I'm thankful," Brendon says while dabbing a wound on Patrick's temple. The blood is pretty much gone, but you can tell Patrick is ready to blow chunks all over Brendon's Avenged Sevenfold T-shirt. Patrick holds up a finger before running into a stall, and you can figure out the rest.

"Shit, Pete," Brendon is giving me a surprised look. I shoot him a confused glance and his jaw drops. "Does your nose hurt?" He asks, causing me to nod. "Dude, I think it's broken!" He gestures for me to come closer, so I do. "Look," he gestures to the mirror. My nose is about the darkest shade of purple you can get, and its crooked, tilted more towards my left eye. "Broken?"
"Broken," huff. "Definitely Broken.

Don't mind me, I'm just a son of a gun
So, don't stop
Don't stop
'Til your heart goes numb
Now I'm just numb
I don't feel a thing for you.

Little did Pete know, for Patrick, that last line was a lie.

--a/n--

I love how I ended this chapter tbh.

I JUST REALIZED THE ALMOST-PUN IN THE TITLE OMF!

So I made a random photo edit if Patrick and I. It's the attachment. \(^•^)/

I'm sick. I don't care THO

I SAW JOURNEY LAST NIGHT AND IT WAS SO AWESOME!!!!

I love you my Carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily aka foblvr