Warning: Drugs is mentioned not used, d*pe, w*ed, food at the beginning, drink - water, mention of making out, theft, swearing sh*t twice, d*ck twice, scr*w, *ssh*le, b*tch(in) twice, f*ck(in) thrice, b*st*rd, g*d, d*mned.

Thomas sat at his desk, with an orange slice in his mouth. He grabbed his rainbow thermos and began pouring out the coffee into a small cup, but the top cane off and the coffee spilt over his desk, some paperwork and food.

He jumped and took the orange peel out of his mouth, with his coffee covered hand and sighed.

"Oh shit."

He wiped his hand and got up, walking into the hallway, talking to himself and he put his blazer on.

"Coffee... Looks like they scrape it off the bottom of the Mississippi river. Everything's polluted, everything's polluted... The coffee." He mumbled, walking further and further away.

Virgil, who was listening from behind the door, opened it and poked his head out. Once Sanders was out of sight, he came out, holding Remus hand still. He let go and gestured for the others and went off down the hall, in the opposite direction of Sanders.

Remus followed, the Roman came out, then Patton, the Logan and then Janus.

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Sanders sighed, hands shoved in his pockets and head down, walking down the hallway in silence.

He walked into the teachers lounge.

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Virgil and Remus were walking next to each other, with Logan and Patton walking together behind them and Janus and Roman walking together, behind all of them.

"How do you know where Sanders went?" Remus asked, looking at Virgil, as they all rounded a corner.

Virgil looked at him, "I don't."

"Well then, how do you know when he'll be back?" Roman question from far behind.

"I don't..." Virgil repeated and looked back to the group, a smirk on his face, "being bad feels pretty good, huh?"

"What's the point in going to Virgil's locker?" Logan asked, looking at Patton who kept glancing behind them.

"Beats me..." Patton sighed.

"This is so stupid... Why do you think- why are we risking getting caught?" Logan grumbled.

"I dunno..." Patton responded.

"So then what are we doing?" Logan asked, glancing behind them as well.

"You ask a lot of questions, you know that?" Patton chuckled.

"Sorry..." Logan apologised.

Patton tilted his head a small smile on his lips, "who said it was a bad thing?"

Janus looked at Roman and whispered, not wanting anyone to hear him really, "what do you think this is?"

"I have no idea, some kind of adventure." Roman whispered back, a large smile on his face.

"Your eyes twinkle when you get excited." Janus smiled, making Roman blush.

"O-oh."

"It's nice." Janus said, as they continued walking.

They made it to Virgil's locker, with purple spray paint on which said: 'open this locker and you die!' with purple spray paint falling from the slits of the ventilation. Then 'DICK!!!' at the very bottom, the exclamation marks going on the next locker.

He opened the locker, a makeshift guillotine fell chopping off the toe of a shoe, making Remus smirk and Roman jump.

Patton grimaced, noticing how everything was thrown in, old wrapping paper and things stuck on the door, "slob!"

"My maid's on vacation." Snarled Virgil, opening the top of his locker and pulling out a brown bag.

He opened it, only to reveal another bag, he shoved the first bag in his locker, then took the item out, shoving the next bag in the locker, slamming it shut.

It was a clear bag full of green herbs and a it stunk to high heaven, the thing was over powering for sure and it- Logan's eyes widened.

"Drugs!" Logan yelled in shock, but not too loud.

"Screw that Black... Put it back!" Patton scolded.

Virgil shoved it in his pocket and walked off, followed by Remus who smirked.

"This is going to be an adventure." Giggled Remus.

"Drugs... The boy had marijuana!" Logan said, pointing to Virgil in shock.

"That was marijuana..." Muttered Roman, looking to Janus in surprise.

Patton sighed, "come on..." There was nothing he could do and so followed the other two.

Logan looked at Roman and Janus, who stood there with their mouths open.

"Do you approve of this?" He asked, but Janus said nothing as Roman shrugged in shock.

Logan sighed and left, followed by Roman. Janus looked at Virgil's locker, stole the silver lock from it, since he hadn't - ironically - locked it.

"We'll cross through the lab, and then we'll double back." Virgil said, as they walked down a hallway.

"You better be right, if Sanders cuts us off it's your fault, asshole!" Patton glared, not wanting to be in more trouble then he already was.

"What'd he say? Where're we going?" Logan asked the twins, as Virgil and Patton turned right, followed by Remus, them Logan, then Roman and then finally Janus.

They walked down the hall and Virgil froze, staring down the left of the hallway, making the others stop and look.

There Sanders was, walking down the hallway, so the others ran forward as Janus leaned on the yellow lockers. Thomas went down the same hallway, just on the opposite side and so they ran back the other way and past Janus who was casually leaning on the lockers. Roman grabbed Janus and dragged him, now all of them running.

They made it to a fire exit and went to turn right, only to see Sanders walking there, his back turned to them and they skidded to a stop and ran back the way they came, as Thomas jumped slightly oblivious to the teens.

They ran down a hallway and turned a right corner and froze, seeing Sanders stood there, drinking from a water fountain. They turned and ran back from where they came from, just as Sanders turned to them, wiping his hands together.

The group continued to run, now down a yellow hallway and ran into another room, just as Sanders walked from the door on the other wall and walked away from the door they just ran in.

They ran down the stairs, as Sanders continued to walk down the hallways.

"Wait!" Virgil yelled, making them all stop in a yellow locker hallway, "wait, hold it! Hold it!" The group stopped and looked to Virgil, "we have to go through the cafeteria!" He said, pointing from where they just came from.

"No, the activities hall!" Patton corrected.

"Hey man, you don't know what you're talking about!" Virgil yelled.

"No you don't know what you're talking about!" Patton yelled back, making Janus squeak and hiss, hiding his face in Romans shoulder, "now we're through listening to you, we're going this way. You can go where you want."

Patton ran down the opposite way Virgil pointed to the activity hall, Logan followed instantly, then Roman.

"Come on!" Patton yelled.

Janus shrugged and followed Roman and then Remus followed.

Virgil groaned and followed, the group turning the corner at the yellow doors, just as Sanders walked in the hall they were just in.

They ran down some stairs, Virgil leading again, as Sanders was walking down halls, wiping his nose.

The activity was just ahead! They made it! They were there! They were- met with a large iron gate, locking them out of the activity hall.

Virgil grabbed it and shook it as Patton's eyes widened.

"Shit..." He whispered, he knew he messed up.

"Great idea Jagoff!" Virgil yelled, glaring at Patton.

"Fuck you!" Patton swore, proper swore.

"Fuck you!" Roman retaliated.

"Why didn't you listen to Virge-il?!" Remus added, definitely not giving Virgil a nickname.

"We're dead..." Mumbled Logan, as he let go of the bars.

Virgil threw his head back and looked at a worried Remus, "no, just me."

Everyone looked at him in surprise and confusion.

"What do you mean?" Logan asked.

"Get back to the library," Virgil said, looking at Remus. He pulled the twin in green to him and gave him a rough, rushed, sloppy and desperate kiss. He pulled back, making Remus pant, unable to kiss him back in time.

He shoved his bag of marijuana into Logan's underwear, "keep your unit on this."

He looked to Patton and Roman, "keep him safe."

Virgil ran away, singing 'Sallys Song' loudly, and off key.

Sanders paused, hearing him, "that son of a bitch!" He ran off to the sound of the voice, as the rest of the group ran to the library.

"The worst is just around the bend!" Virgil sang loudly, off key, dragging his hand down red lockers, making loud banging noises, making Sanders follow the noise.

"And does he notice?!" He yelled, "my feelings for him?!" He jumped and hit the ceiling. Sanders turned a corner.

"And will he see, how much he means to me?" He yelled, pulling posters off the wall, throwing them down, "I think it's not to be!"

Sanders eventually turned a corner, panting, his hand over his chest, tasting metallic. He really was unfit, it's the last time he's going to McDonalds.

He heard echoed banging from the gym and walked over, only to hear Virgil yelling.

"Three... two... one!" Virgil yelled, a basket ball in hand. He bounced the ball and dunked it, just as Thomas entered. He yelled in triumph.

"Black! Black! Black! What is this? What are you doing here, what is this?" Sanders asked, watching Virgil bounce the ball and move in a circle.

"Oh, hi!" Virgil smirked.

"Out!" Sanders yelled, pointed to the door, "that's it Black! Out, it's over!"

"Don't you wanna hear my excuse?" Virgil smirked, spinning the basket ball on his middle finger.

"Out!" Sanders yelled.

"I'm thinking of trying out for a scholarship!" Virgil smirked, moving his hands and arms, dancing and shaking loose.

"Gimmie the ball, Black."

Virgil looked to him and bounced it one last time and pretends to throw the ball at Sanders, making him jump. He did it again, a smile on his face. He then set the ball down and rolled it at Sanders who kicked it back at him, making Virgil jump out the way, loosing a shoe as he did.

He grabbed his back from around Sanders and they left, going to the library.

The rest of the group were all sitting back in their seats, with Remus worried sick about the teen, fingers on his lips.

Virgil and Sanders walked in, Virgil's hands on his head mockingly, so Sanders pushed him.

"Get your stuff, let's go!" He snapped and looked to everyone, as Virgil moved his coat and sat down, looking at Remus.

Thomas pointed to Virgil, "Mr Wise-guy here has taken it upon himself to go to the gymnasium." He said, "I'm sorry to inform you, you're going to be without his services for the rest of the day."

"B-O-O H-O-O." Virgil said mockingly.

"Everything's a big joke, huh Black?" Thomas asked, walking up to him, "making out with Royals, the false alarm you pulled, Friday-" he went with the false alarm tale, "false alarms are really funny, aren't they?! What if your home, what if your family..." Everyone was silent, even Sanders, "what if your dope was on fire?"

Yeah, the bastard knew Virgil didn't have the best home life - just not everything. Might as well threaten Virgil's weed.

"Impossible, sir..." Virgil said, "it's in Crofters
underwear..."

Logan's eyes widened slightly at that, was Virgil actually selling him out? The twins laughed, even Patton cracked a smile.

Luckily, Sanders took it as a joke, but that angered him seeing Virgil getting laughs.

"You think he's funny?" Thomas asked them, "you think this is cute? You think he's bitchin', is that it? Lemme tell you something. Look at him, he's a bum." Thomas yelled, pointing to him as everyone stared at Thomas and Virgil, the criminal getting angrier and angrier.

"You wanna see something funny? You go visit Virgil Anx Black in five years! You'll see how God damned funny he is!" He walked over to Virgil, who was looking away, annoyed. He bent down, mockingly.

"What's the matter, Virgil? You gonna cry?" He grabbed Virgil's shoulder. "Let's go-"

Virgil stood up and threw Thomas hand off, glaring at the teacher, "hey keep your fuckin' hands off me! I expect better manners from you, dick!" He set a pencil down in front of Remus and smiled slightly and walked forward.

Virgil took his sunglasses out of his pocket and lay them in front of Patton, "for better hallway vision!"

Remus picked up the pencil in confusion, as everyone watched Virgil leave.

Of course the boy couldn't leave in silence and pushed boxes and papers of the desk and kicked the door open, Sanders rushing after him as the door slammed shut.

The group tensed, worried for the criminal.