//PETES POV\\

"Is he okay?" The words slid off my tongue as the school nurse explains the situation to me. I'm only piecing together small fragments of information as she does so. Declan, Kyle Winters, Beat up, bad shape, Come ASAP. That's all I need to know, anyway.

"He seems to be asleep, but he's far from okay." She sighs into the phone. Worry washes over me at the slightest hint of panic in her monotone voice. She is stuttering quite often, indicating some sort of fear, and at this point, it's scaring the shit out of me. "Here, Saint wants to talk to you." She continued. Good. I need to talk to him. He's supposed to protect Dec. Oh, what would Patrick say?

"D-Dad?" Saint's voice is frantic. I can tell he's terrified beyond belief. Nothing phases him. This is bad. I'm walking out the door as he continues speaking to me. "I don't know what happened. It was almost fifth period, and I hadn't seen Dec since third. I was talking to Rosie to see if she saw him and that's when Charlie came up and told me that Coach Lake wanted me. He looked concerned. I ran to the gym and coach told me to look in the bathroom, and when I did... T-there he was." I can tell he's sobbing, you can hear the subtle gasps he's taking in. "There was so much blood and all I want to do is kill Kyle."

"Saint, calm down. He's gonna be fine. Just focus on helping him until I get there. I'm a few minutes away." I sigh. My hands are gripping the wheel so tightly that my knuckles turn white. I can feel my face turning a bright red. He'd kill you, Peter. Patrick would kill you. I think to myself. I know how much he loved Declan. If anything happened to Dec under his watch, he'd probably punch himself until he'd bleed. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. What if something is seriously wrong with him? This isn't good. Shit.

As I'm pulling into the parking lot, I sense someone watching me. I shake the feeling off and park the car. My mind is racing, and I'm not sure why. I mean, yes, I'm worried sick about Declan, but this is different. I don't know what it is. Wait. Yeah, I do. STOP THINKING LIKE THAT! I thought to myself. I'm getting a sense of Deja vu, but this time with Dec. I guess I'm paranoid.

I'm walking into the office at this point. I tell them I'm there for Declan, but instead of sending him up, they decide its best if I go into the nurses office. This is bad. I follow their orders and walk to the office. I walk in and Saint is shooting up, engulfing me in a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't protect him." His words pierce my heart like two thousand tiny needles finding their way through the tough muscle. "This isn't your fault. Got that?" I ask, making him nod. "Now, can I see the damage?" He nods and leads me to the back where Declan lies, his face deformed and bruised. A small stain is still left from what I assume, a bloody nose. They were not exaggerating. He looks bad. Really bad.

I walk to the side of the cot, making the bruises seem darker. Poor kid. He doesn't deserve this life. He doesn't need this. Why is he even bullied? He's a smart kid. He's got charm. Why? I place my hand on his knee and shake it gently. "Dec? Declan, it's me, Pete." My heart sinks as I hear him whimper. His voice is full of pain. It kills me to see him like this. "P-Pete?" He cried. "I'm here, buddy. I'm gonna take you home." I sigh as he looks at me with glossy eyes. "Th-Thank you." He whimpers. "It isn't a problem, buddy. Just focus on feeling better."

--a/n--

THIS IS SO SHORT!!!

I SAW PANIC YESTERDAY AND I WATCHED BRENDON RIDE A MECHANICAL BULL! AND DALLON DID TOO! AND THEY GOT THROWN AND BRENDONS HAIR GOT MESSED UP!!

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-Emily aka Foblvr.