My friends and I have problems

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Jon's POV
"Hey peg leg Pete!"
I turned around to see the meanest boys in school. Their names were Cody, Eddie, and Will. Will was the meanest, Eddie was always hitting people, and Cody was always hitting on people. I started limping a little faster. They started running towards me. I quickly turned the corner but bumped into someone.
"Shit... sorry" I said. It was Evan, "what's the rush?" He asked. "People are trying to beat me up!" I said fast limping past him.
"Quickly to the elevator!" He yelled. He ran in but I was slowly coming behind him. He then scooped me up and carried me to the elevator.
"Evan, put me down in not a baby! I can walk!" I yelled at him struggling. He set me down and clicked the button to the first floor. "Barely" he muttered thinking I wouldn't hear it but I did, and it hurt. We got to the floor and I walked out. "Uhm! A thank you would be nice!" He yelled but I kept walking.
*end of school*
I walked out of school with Tyler, Craig, and Evan. "Hey losers!" Someone yelled as a pebble hit the back of my head. I rubbed it and turned around. It was the three evil musketeers themselves. "What's wrong crippled?" Eddie asked shoving me to the ground.
"Hey man, chill out!" Evan yelled shoving Eddie. "Who the hell are you?!" He yelled shoving back. Evan punched him straight across his jaw. Eddie fell to the ground.
Evan looked surprised like he didn't mean to.
Cody and Will jumped on top of him and started beating him up. Craig helped me get up and Tyler jumped in. They threw punches then Evan and Tyler did. Tyler pinned Cody on the ground. "What're you gonna do gay boy?!" Cody yelled. Tyler started beating him up hard. Craig tried pulling him away but Tyler wouldn't stop. I saw Evan getting the piss beat out of him. Will stood up so I took the moment to jump on top of him. I tackled him to the ground and started throwing punches. I then slowly got up and limped home with my friends. Evan broke his wrist and a black eye as well as one of his teeth getting knocked out, Craig didn't have anything from the fight but from the night before, Tyler's cheek was bruised and two of his fingers were broken, my spine and hip hurt from falling and my knuckles hurt.
"Evan want to come over" I whispered in his ear so no one else heard, he nodded. Everyone went home and Evan came over so I could clean his cuts. He sat on the counter and I grabbed the first aid kit. I stood in between his legs. I lightly grazed his jaw and he opened his mouth. The tooth next to his front teeth was missing. "You look so goofy" I chuckled.
"Well I do for you"
"Look, its sweet that you stood up for me but I could've handled it" I said cleaning the cut on his eyebrow. "Oh yeah, and how would you have then?" He asked raising one eyebrow looking even more adorable, wait what?
"I would've ran"
"With what legs?" He laughed.
"The two I fucking have dumb ass" I said rolling my eyes. He laughed and then looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. The edge of his mouth forming a smirk. Suddenly we were rudely interrupted but the door shooting open. I looked over at the door and backed away from Evan. I stared at the floor red as a tomato. It was Marcel.
"Hey sorry I just really- who's this?"
"Evan, Marcel, Marcel, Evan"
"Oh hey" marcel said smiling.
"What was I going to ask again? Oh yeah! I think I broke my wrist, could you look at it?".
I rolled my eyes and patted on the counter next to Evan. I examined it. I've always wanted to be a doctor so I knew almost everything about broken bones and shit like that.
"It's not broken, just swollen. You did break your ring, pinky, and middle fingers though. What did you do?"
"I was trying to do a cool bike trick but obviously it didn't work out to well" he laughed. "You're lucky you have a high pain tolerance. I would've cried so hard" Evan said laughing. "Evan you just broke your wrist" I said laughing with Marcel. He just rolled his eyes. "I think I still have some finger casts from last year" I said leaving the room to look for them.
Evan's POV
Jon left the room to find finger casts.
"Why would he have finger casts?" I asked Marcel. "Tyler slammed his hand in the car door on accident" he said, I laughed.
"You knew to the neighborhood?" He asked.
"Yeah I just moved next door", Marcel nodded.
"I've never seen Jon connect with someone in such little time" he said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he doesn't open up to new people right away or make friends right away. It takes time", I nodded. Jon came back with the finger casts and slowly slid them on his fingers.
"So how's the new family?" Jon asked sitting on the counter across from us. I looked at both of them confused but only Jon noticed my expression. "Oh they hate me" he said emphasizing the "hate". "Why?" Jon asked.
"They don't like how "crazy" and "loud" I am" he said rolling his eyes.
"I have a fucking curfew now!" he said laughing and hitting his good hand on the counter.
"Really? What time?" Jon laughed along.
"6pm" he said hopping off the counter. He looked down at his watch on his wrist.
"It's about 5:44 so I should get going before they break the rest of my fingers" he said sarcastically walking out the door and shutting it. "He's a foster kid" Jon said hopping off the counter. I nodded now understanding.
"What time should I leave?"
"When's your curfew?" He asked leaning his elbows on the counter.
"Uh, I don't have one"
"Really?! Lucky!" Jon said pouting and crossing his arms. "Why when's yours?"
"8 pm" he said. I nodded as a comfortable silence filled the air and then was interrupted by his beautiful voice. "Uh-hey-uh, thanks for standing up for me back there. You didn't have t-" I cut him off my hugging him. I let go, "see you later Dennis" I said opening the door.
"See ya Fong!" He yelled back as I smiled shutting the door.