𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Severus Snape?!?? Is that you snip snap???

"Oh my God!" Chuck cackled, hitting his head against the outdoors of the bathrooms.

"Shhh!" I forcing a hand over his mouth while simultaneously trying to keep myself from laughing. We pressed our ears against the bathrooms walls to be welcomed by the sounds of boys taking massive shits. It had been at least an hour of us laughing our guts out at the baggers suffering, oafishly pushing each other when the other person was a little too loud. Then all of a sudden we heard nothing.

The flush of toilets, running water, then footsteps. Chuck and I tried our best to make ourselves look normal, leaning against the buildings outer surface.

"Hey y/n." One of the baggers grunted, his trip to the bathrooms caused him to perspire even more than earlier.

"Hey." I forced a greeting out, trying not to spill over in laughter. This boy was on the taller side, skinny, beady eyes, greasy shoulder length hair. Kind of looked like a twig. A sudden flash of realization passed on to me.

This was one of Chuck's main antagonists. More like the ringleader really. I think his name was Paul or something stupid like that. This boy was different from Victor, there seemed like there was something off about him. Something sick.

Something that made my stomach churn and my teeth to gnash together. He patted Chuck on the shoulder after the rest of the baggers trailed out of the bathroom, each of them giving a general nod in my direction.

"Well Sloppy." Paul shook Chuck around in a way that would've been playful if I didn't know about the things he had done to him. "Time to get in there Pal. Lots of slopping to do." Chuck's face turned and fell as he realized he was the one who had to clean the mess up. Chuck who had been teased and bullied had to clean up their shit.

No, he shouldn't have to. They should clean up their own stupid shit. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of having Chuck serve them. Paul started to push Chuck inside the bathroom when I grabbed his hand.

"Chuck, stay." I ordered. The young boy looked at me confused. Paul squinted his eyes at me.

"What'd you say?" I clenched my jaw, holding onto Chuck's hand firmly. Paul shook his head and twisted the back of Chuck's shirt roughly. He leaned his head down to Chuck menacingly.
"Go on Fat Boy." He spat. Chuck was about to oblige when I tugged him back hard, ripping him out of Paul's grasp.

"He's going to stay." I said sharply. Turning my head to Chuck I asked. "Do you want to stay?" Chuck darted his eyes between us, looking like he was searching for the right thing to say.

"Yes, I want to stay." He said, the fear on his face illustrated itself through his little eyes. Paul's hair flipped around as he turned to me laughing in a way that made fire coat itself in my lungs.

"He has a job to do slinthead, and now he's gonna do it."

"No he's not. Clean up your own shit." I snapped at him harshly. He crossed his arms stiffly.

"Look I don't think whores have any authority around here." Paul sneered.

"Really?" I said with fake innocence. "I don't think dickheads do either." I flipped him off as I tugged on Chuck's arm. "Let's go Chuck." I growled. I dragged him along, not bothering to look back.

"Y/n." Chuck said. I kept going and didn't respond. "Y/n!" I swiveled toward him.

"What!"

"Slow down. You have that scary look on your face again." I guess I'd got caught up in the moment and kind of forgotten about Chuck. Breathing in and out slowly I let go of his hand. "It's the evil revenge look."