Best friends or maybe more

~The incident~

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Your characters POV~~

I was walking back to the dorms after classes had finally ended, and as I was walking, something had caught my eye as I had walked past the window,
Was that?
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
That little bastard.

Troy Miller.

Troy and Miles had been at each other heads ever since me and Miles arrived here.

We arrived here for...
Certain ..
Reasons...
But anyways,
I saw Troy.
Burning photos, (AS LONG AS IM CONCERNED YOURE JUST ANOTHER PICTURE TO BURN)(#taylorswiftvibes😩👌♪♪)
(Okay sorry I'll stop now it just came to my mind)

and I knew that that wasn't good.
I ran to Miles' dorm, and saw that his pictures he kept of him and his dad, mom, family pictures, and other pictures his dad sent him, taped on his wall, werent there.

I was on my way to the courtyard, to talk to, yell at, scream at, or beat the shit out of Troy, when...
Whoops..
I ran into Miles....

*bump*
"Miles....oh uh wh-when ...what do you need..actually can I get through I really need to go somewhere"

"H-hey ... what's wrong? "
He says, holding onto my shoulders, keeping me from walking away

"Look Miles, I REALLY need to go-"
I got caught off, staring into his deep brown eyes, giving me a look.

The look.

The look pleading me to tell him, as he can most likely sense my uneasiness, I decided to come clean fast before Troy was gone.

I say really Fast, "Okay look! Just don't get mad-well TOO mad cause I know you and I also know myself so if you're mad, I'm mad, and -"
The look again, but it tells me to hurry up.
"Yeah yeah Sorry.....
...so I saw Troy burning your...
The photos...
The ones your dad sent, he's burning them..
But I think they finished the job..
I'm so-"

He starts to stride away...
With looks of
Malice
In his eyes..

"Miles! WAit!"

"Look ! You cant stop me okay? Okay?!"

"Im not..
I was gonna say...
'Beat the shit out of the little bastard' "

Miles' POV~~

I heard his laugh.
His
Stupid
Laugh.
Coming from the bathrooms.
I walk fast into the bathroom, hearing footsteps trailing far, yet close behind me, knowing they were hers, and as I walked in, i smelt the stench of smoke surrounding him and his little minions.

"Hey Troy!"
I yell at him.
I sense her standing in the doorway, watching, but don't dare look her way, knowing the look in her eyes, will be of hatred for him, making me go insane on him.

He turns to look at me.
"What do you want? Oh ...
Maybe...
These?"
He says showing the burnt photos, ripping them to shreds in front of my face, just taunting me.
Teasing me.
To just end him.
Now.
I need to do it.
I need to look at her.
I turned to look at her, and she knows what I'm gonna do.
She knows it's all up to her.
Without hesitation,

She nods her head..
Yes.
As soon as I saw I turned myself to face him quickly grabbing his head, slamming it into the bathroom tiles,
The ones on the floor AND the walls,
I pinned him down, punching him, punching him harder, and harder.

As his friends start to try to get me off, something..
no..
Someone.
Her.
She grabs them, pulling them back, punching them, kicking them, beating them, yet making my own heart beat right out of my chest, I almost lost my grip on Troy, almost letting him escape.

Almost.

Before I grabbed him back, I stole a look at her, and saw them ganging up on her, grabbing at her, and not in a fighting kind of way, I wanted to help her to protect her, feeling almost

Helpless.

(I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES AND SUDDENLY IM HELPLESS!) (sorry I know I know I know)

Helpless from hearing her yells for them to get off, but she looked at me, giving me a look.

That look.

The look that says to keep going, to end him quickly so they can stop.
It hurt me to keep going,

And that's saying something.

I grabbed him back and put my hands around his neck.
Choking him.

I could feel him lose power.
I could feel him
Become
Weak.
Weak, right there in my hands.
I was so close.

Close to ending it all.
Ending his life.
Ending our feud.
Ending the pain being inflicted upon her.
Ending the only hope my parents ever had that I am a good person.

But then arms were attached around me.
Stopping me.
From ending everything.
I squirmed and pried my way to turn around and be met with the face of the headmaster.

To the other side was, her, being held by the assistant headmaster, and as I look, I see all the boys either knocked out, or bruised and beat up brutally with new bruises, and cuts, and black eyes.

She must have finally overpowered them.

I knew she could've done it.

She's stronger than most girls our age.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
And physically.
Because she let me carry on, instead of help her, because she knew what she could do.

That and she has a pretty high pain tolerance.

We were forced to the headmasters office, and as we were walking through the halls, eyes gawking at us, as our hands were bloodied, from the punching, and in her case, the bruises on her face and body, and cut on her lip and some, but not much blood on her uniform.

"Thanks a lot Miles"
She whispers to me,
Clearly
annoyed.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay I would've helped you if-"

She cuts me off
"I MEANT,
Why did you choke him? Not me. I'm your best friend , what gives him such a privilege??"

I laugh lightly at her dirty comment, and happily see her smile, making me completely forget the fact that I almost just killed someone.

A/N sorry for the references I HAD TO OKAY!!! Anyways hope you like this so far!!! And this is WAYYYY longer than my Richie story so I'll try to make that one longer to, but I'm just losing inspiration for that but anyways hope you enjoyed this

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