Chapter Nine: High School Hell

John sat in study hall staring blankly at the chair in front of him. He'd zoned out about five minutes into the class, thankful he didn't have practice that night. Some stupid Teacher's conference. 'Course, that meant John'd have the house to himself til Dad got home. He'd already texted Remy to get his ass over after school so they could hang out and be lazy slobs. And bring the damned Ho-ho's too!!! John hated that Dad had cut his sugar off. Sucked balls.

He looked over to the Geek Table. Always the two. He made it a point never to get caught staring at the table, but he noticed how the eyeliner framed those baby blues. Killian. Emo. Goth. Fucking /hot/. Should be criminal to look that good. And whatever it was that drew them together, his shadow Micah was always with him.

He blinked, drawn from his reverie as William, Crown Prince of the School, came into view. He rolled his eyes and lay his cheek on his hands. Damned shame Remy had History this period. John was bored off his ass.

William Turner*William had stopped into the study hall class to collect the latest list of those who needed tutoring. He was Prom King, Student Council President, Charter Captain of SADD and Head Tutor. It was so much to have to contend with, but he did what he could. He and Lissie worked in tandem with the lesser fortunate souls, trying to ensure that everyone graduated. He'd learned early that when there were dropouts, the schools lost funding. And if they lost funding, he would lose his ticked to Cambridge or Harvard. God forbid he wind up at one of the lesser Universities.

He was mostly oblivious to the denizens of Study Hall. It was a depressing place. Idle time with idle hands. He hated being still for any length. Being still meant he thought about just how well his future was planned for him. And how he'd had no chance to plan it for himself.*

Micah Watson *sitting at his table with Killian, study hall was probably his most favorite class of the day. No teachers barking assignments at him, no boring lectures, no slide shows and presentations. Just quiet time with himself and Killian, even if the two did nothing more than sit next to each other and trade cards or listen to music. It was quiet. He liked it. But deep down, Micah knew that he was on the bring of academic oblivion. He never did his homework. he never listened to his teachers. Since he didn't have parents of his own (just one tired old bag that ran the group home he lived in), he didn't have any parental retribution to contend with. he just liked doing his own thing and learning his own way. If he even felt like learning at all.

Currently, he was sitting slumped in his chair, his comic book DJ phones clamped around his ears as he doodled in his notebook again. He'd already filled the margins with comics and figures and was now in the process of drawing his sleeping best friend, Killian, standing at the bow of a ship like some epic sea-captain. wherever he got the idea from he didn't know. However, he did find his attention was diverted from his drawing as a seeming calm rushed over the room as William entered, his eyes locked on the boy. He'd been in love with the kid ever since freshman year, when he'd had Literature 101 with him. he didn't remember the class at all. All he remembered was the 150 page notebook filled with sketches and drawings of the popular kid, that he kept stashed in a plastic bag under the floorboards of his room. But despite his love for the kid, the moment William even turned his head in his direction, Micah tucked his lower face into the neck of his orange zipper shirt and ducked his head, turning the music up several notches to try and draw attention away from himself. Shameful... *

Jeremy Doyle -History class. Remy fucking /hated/ history class. Hated everything to do with it. He stared longingly outside where he wished he was. Tossing the pigskin with his buddy Johnny. He smirked, remembering the last time they'd walked home. That gorgeous Sarah Fenderson had been sashaying in front of them showing off her ass. He knew John wouldn't go for her... and he knew /why/.

But he couldn't hold it against his best buddy. He and Johnny had been raised together. Practically brothers. Johnny spent more time at his house with his folks than he did at home. His dad was such a douche. Extra practice, extra drills. Fucker. How was Remy gonna get laid if he was always at school?-

Killian Davy Jones *after awhile, he slowly woke to the sound of Micah's pencil scratching on the paper. again. Blinking, he saw that the rest of the study hall group had finally filed in just as the bell rang. Irritating, loud sound that it was. Groaning, the class "goth' sat up and stared at Micah's drawing and smirked* a sea-captain? Where do you get these batshit ideas from? *as much as he teased his friend, Killian liked Micah's drawings. the kid himself had grown up one hand short of the rest of the class, and had always wanted to pick up drawing. But he also supposed eh was supposed to be left-handed and well that was a bit of a hitch when you had your left hand chopped off as a baby, right?

he looked up to gaze about the classroom. that jock kid was staring at him again. Great. Probably plotting another beat down for his lackeys to pull on he and Micah again, no doubt. The one handed goth and the geek. They were too easy to pick on it seemed. So Killian kept his eyes averted, staring at the board as study hall began. He could be going over his notes he supposed. he was a straight B student, surprisingly. But he worked pretty hard, despite his outer appearance. he wasn't as smart as the others, just twice as shrewd as half the school. and shrewdness only got you so far.* mi, do some homework man you're gonna get in trouble *he murmured out of the side of his mouth. not so much to "behave" per say. More or less, If Micah got in trouble again, the old Jew at the foster group home would give Micah more duties to complete and well there went his smoking buddy for the weekend...*

John Grimm John rested his forehead on the table. He'd been caught staring. Shit. Just what he needed. Either them to run to his dad and tell him John'd been threatening them, or worse.. spread the rumors that he was trying to hard to keep under wraps. Captain of the football team; gay? Yeah. Dad would beat the everloving shit out of him. Again.

He shifted in his seat, trying to find a spot where the chair didn't dig into his newest set of bruises. Fuck. He hated it when Dad went on a bender and beat the shit out of him over some stupid slight. 'Do better in football, Johnny.' He cringed, hugging himself a little. 'Don't flunk out you, waste of flesh. I'll beat the stupid out of ya.'

John sighed softly and prayed for the end of the day to come. He hated school.

William Turner *He blinked as he started back out into the hallway. Turning back around, he walked back in to make certain the name was right. Micah Watson. He knew of the name, but could not put a face to it. Furrowing a brow, he checked with the teacher. He glanced up and over to the only table that housed less than four. Seeing the two young men, he raised a brow and then walked over to the pair. One was dark, covered in make-up and dark clothing. The other, though. The other was somewhat familiar.*

Micah Watson? *He looked between then, settling on who he hoped was the right one. The sandy haired boy. He smiled* I will need to see you after class to set up a tutoring appointment.

Micah Watson *Micah looked up to see HIM come over to the table and he groaned. Pulling his earphones off, he paused his little mp3 player from spewing celldweller into the classroom.* fakku... *he grumbled, sitting up and looked at William with a bored look on his face* eh... tutoring? I don't want to be tutored *he said flatly crossing his elbows and resting his chin on his forearms. he felt the piercing stare of Killian on his head and he looked up, giving his friend a hard look* what? you know how bloody much i hate tutoring. it doesn't do me squat...

*he looked back up at William, rolling his shoulders with a crack before picking up his pencil and beginning to fill in the details of his drawing again, trying his best to be as rude as possible to ignore William. Besides, he didn't want to look at him. If he did he knew his cheeks would flush red...*

Killian Davy Jones *Killian watched the exchange between William and Micah and groaned. Micah had skipped every session of tutoring he could as possible, but with THIS guy being his tutor, he knew Micah was at a cross roads. he was the only one to know his secret crush on the kid, and he sighed, resting his chin in his hand* Mi, just go and do it. Stop being a dick *he grumbled, looking up at William* you know this weekend is my only chance to sneak out for the shiisha, you know that. You get in trouble I'm gonna have to smoke it all by myself, man...

*he leaned back in his seat and stared at the ceiling, his real fingers drumming on the tabletop with a sigh* c'mon stupid, just do it. before i kick your teeth in

Jeremy Doyle -Bored. Boredboredbored. Remy stared outside until he got yelled at. He ducked his head and pulled out his phone, waiting for the teacher to quit staring at him. Shooting a quick text to Johnny, he waited for a response-

/Bored off my ass. come save me!/

-He rested his chin on his hands and stared at the white board, hoping that maybe by some stroke of magic he would absorb the shit written there by osmosis. What was it even over? He didn't know. Didn't care either-

John Grimm He got the text and very nearly squawked out loud. It startled him and he banged his knee on the table. Damned stupid phone. He'd missed the interaction with Prom King with the Leper Messiah, as his buddies called Micah. Rolling his eyes, he rubbed his knee and checked the message. Figured. Remy.

/Asshole. Made me hurt myself. Save me! Trapped!/

He rubbed his neck where he'd caught the buckle of dad's belt and sighed softly. Some days it didn't pay to get out of bed.

William Turner *William raised a brow and then smiled at the boy before him. Without batting an eyelash, he began speaking fluent Japanese* あなたが日本語を話す？グッド。あなたは放課後、私と会うことになっている。これはあまりにも私の等級に影響を与えるので、私は答えを取りませんすることができません。 (You speak Japanese? Good. You are to meet with me after school. I cannot take no for an answer as this affects my grade too.)

*He set down the paper with his contact information and turned without another word and walked off*

Micah Watson *he blinked, staring at William before looking at Killian* ... the fuck did he just say? *he asked, raising a brow in confusion. Whatever the case was, it looked like his crush wasn't taking no for an answer this time. Sighing, Micah picked up the paper and looked over the phone number and extra curricular scheduling to find out when William wanted to meet. great. 5pm? good thing he didn't eat dinner often* yep he wants to meet at five. Looks like you have to walk home alone tonight man *he sighed, looking up at Killian apologetically* Sorry man. I'll make it up to you....

Killian Davy Jones *he gave Micah a hard look* whatever he said sounded vaguely like he's going to Bruce lee your ass if you don't show up and I wont stop it. 50 dollars of shiisha that you made me buy for this weekend. Show up or i make you pay my half too. *Killian leaned back in his seat again and finally pulled out his notebook and began to go over some algebra homework with a sigh* and don't worry about me walking home I'll be fine. I think. if anything I'll use the hook on the fucks that try to mess with me. Seems to work most of the time. If not, i picked up some black candles over the weekend and I have plenty of names to use them on...

Jeremy Doyle -He snorted laughter, earning him a look from the teacher. Ducking his head, he tapped out a quick text-

/U know u luv me. Im ur bestestestestest buddy ever. So come save me. Bored. As. Fuck./

-He sighed and looked over to where Shelia Dravens was poking at her cleavage and focused everything he had left on that massive rack-

John Grimm He was expecting the second text. When his phone buzzed in his hand, he snorted softly and shook his head. Bitch. Remy was a pain in the ass. But he loved his friend. Epic bromance right there, man.

/I hate u so much. Bored too. Got caught staring again. Fuuuuuck/

He snapped his phone shut and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. He was so ready to go home.

William Turner *He didn't wait to see what the boy would do when he began speaking fluent Japanese. He had four other students that he had to have signed up before the end of class. And he was running out of time.

William made haste to get across the building, up the stairs and into the English department to find two of the four. He hoped he wouldn't be penalized for any lateness on his part.*

Micah Watson *he smirked at his friend and clapped him on the shoulder before deciding to just sign off on the sheet* OK OK. but just for you darling. i love you *he teased, wrapping his arm around him. He laughed quietly when Killian shoved at him with a "fuck off bitch", and leaned back in his seat. Shit... study hall was almost over again. My how time flies when having fun...

~*~

OK so the rest of the day sucked that was for sure, and now here he was standing outside the library doors, his earphones blasting loudly to drown out the rest of the hallway as the rest of the school was filing out. he got his fair share of kicks, shoves and "cunt-faces" thrown at him, as he stood there holding his massive book of comic and cartoon culture close to his chest. He had several sticky notes exposed to different "models" he'd used in his doodles later, but that would have to wait. He was sorely missing out on his sparring practice that night, and was immensely glad he'd remembered to lock his room before he left. He was sure Jason would ransack his room again while the old biddy in the office left the rest of the group housing unattended. Dammit. where the hell was William so he could get this over with? he didn't like the idea of working one on one with him... what if he blushed or said something stupid? the rest of the whole high school thought him to be a freak anyway... word from the most popular kid in school would only further bury his cross...*

Killian Davy Jones *so here he was walking home on his own, which was odd to think about. He never walked alone. Micah usually joined him until the last block. But, eh, such was life. Now here he was his prosthetic hand tucked protectively in his pocket while his fitted black buckled trench coat was firmly secured, swishing around his feet and the collar tucked up around his face. His earbuds screamed Deathklok into his ears to drown out the rest of the world and he shifted his red plaid backpack on his shoulders.

He decided to sit down and have a quick smoke before he got home, to allow the cold air to wash the smoke off his coat. He didn't feel like listening to his mother bitch at him about the smoke... Hypocrite smoked 3 packs a day herself anyway...

Course he didn't realize that as he was walking he was being followed and watched. Oh it would be interesting enough that was for sure...*

Jeremy Doyle -Remy spied Captain Fantastic and elbowed Johnny as they walked home. Figured that Johnny's car was in the shop. Again. Fucking rustbucket spent more time in the shop than it did out. But he liked the walk. Gave him a chance to cool down before they got home. He regaled his friend with tales of Shelia's rack and his imaginary conversation with those impressive mounds. He laughed, imagining he was the most clever and creative man around. And in his mind, he was.

Johnny put up with a lot of weird shit from Remy, he knew that. Made him love his bro all the more.-

John Grimm Oh shit. John walked with Remy and let him ramble on. He tuned him out, watching the way that trench coat swayed. What he wouldn't give.... and that line of thought got him nowhere. He shook himself and mentally yelled at himself (amazed when it sounded like his dad). God, what would dad do if he found out the Captain of the football team and only son was into dudes?

He hung his head and rubbed at the sore spot on his ribs. He'd heal again before next practice, thankfully. Dad never left lasting bruises.

William Turner *It took a few moments, but William made his way back to the library to meet up with his student. He smiled, aware that the boy had earbuds in his ears. He motioned, but didn't speak while he walked over to a corner table away from anyone else who might happen in.

He set his paperwork down, and pulled a copy of the text he needed for their study session from his messenger bag. And then he sat patiently and waited for Micah to turn off his music and show the proper respect. It wasn't as though William wanted to be there either. He had had plans to see the Hobbit that evening.*

Micah Watson *he saw William walk into the library and he sighed, rolling his eyes. Goddammit he hated tutoring. They were all the same. making him drill lessons he didn't bother to pay attention to anyway and just getting frustrated. But he walked over anyway because maybe the sooner he got it over with the faster he could go "home" and get back to his drawings.

sulking, he shuffled over and reluctantly pulled the headphones off and wrapped the strap around the back of his neck* OK.. I showed up. let's get this over with *he grumbled, sitting down and dumping his doodle (but no notes) filled notebook on the table*

Killian Davy Jones *as he sat on the curb, he heard footsteps approaching him and he sighed, taking another puff on the cigarette with a huffing sigh. Great. Company. he looked up in time to see the jock assholes under the famous John Grimm, baring down on him. The boys circled him as he slowly stood, stamping out the butt of his cigarette with his boot* OK... so what is it you want this time *he grumbled looking up at them all. they were all quite a bit taller than he was, but he kept his jaw firm.*

Jock: we don't want nothing from you kid. *he laughed, shoving Killian back into another footballer. Killian found himself being bounced around the team members like a pin ball, the shoves getting harder until he was shoved to the ground and kicked in the chest. They grabbed his left hand, laughing and jeering at "captain hook" before with a pop, ripped the prosthetic off his arm. he yelled out "DON'T!" just as one stomped the thing to pieces on the ground. Pinned and unable to do more than just watch, he stared as his prosthetic was obliterated into the sidewalk, before he was yanked to his feet and kicked around. His backpack was torn open, spilling his books on the ground and his coat was now roughed up and thread torn on the elbows. Great, he thought to himself as he curled up away from the abuse and sniffed the blood droplets in his nose. Now what was he going to do about his hand? he wasn't due for a replacement for another 4 months...*

Jeremy Doyle Oh SHIT! -They rounded the corner seeing Captain Fantastic getting fucked over by the team. Damn it. He knew John would jump into the fray. Captain of the team or not, Johnny had made a name for himself for saving the little guys. That was one reason Remy stuck around him. Remy was smaller, scrawnier and not really football material.

But being Johnny's best friend, Remy got a free pass sometimes. He grabbed Johnny's arm and shook his head- Don't man, that's the whole goddamn team! They'll kill you if you try to save him now!

John Grimm He heard the scuffle as they were walking, having lost track of Killian around the corner. As they rounded it, John went absolutely fucking still. He snarled softly and pulled against the sudden pressure as Remy grabbed him. He turned, eyes blazing and glared at his friend. "We do /not/ stand by and watch people get shit on. Even by our team."

Without another word, he threw himself into the fray, kicking and punching anyone who was standing. He was careful to step around Killian, and to avoid any papers or the prosthetic on the ground. It was trashed, but he wouldn't be the one to make it worse.

It took a moment for his team to realize that it was their Captain who was attacking them, and they backed off. Looking both terrified by the prospect of their next practice, and the fact that John could turn them /all/ into the Principal /and/ the Coach, they all disappeared quickly.

Standing bloodied and torn, John turned to look down at Killian. He didn't speak as he began putting the papers and books back into the torn backpack and shook his head. "I am so sorry, man. Are you okay? C'mon, let's get you back to Remy's and we can get you cleaned up. Okay? Please? I'm John." He hiked a thumb back where Remy hadn't moved. "That asshole's Remy. We're buds."

William Turner *Curious by nature, William glanced at the artwork spread carelessly about the table. He hummed appreciatively and picked up one sheet* These are quite good. Are you an artist? *He smiled up at Micah and then followed him with his gaze as the boy sat at the table.

He pulled out the right papers and held them out to Micah* I know you do not wish to be here. Truth be told, I had to cancel my movie plans for tonight. But they needed me. And I cannot say no. So if we work quickly, I might yet get to see The Hobbit tonight. And you would be able to go to your previous engagement, yes? I will make this as quick and painless as possible.

Micah Watson *Micah, chewing his gum with a flat expression on his face* nope... Not an artist *he said to the previous question, shuffling his papers back into his notebook* yeah you'll have to give your review of the movie in the school paper so i can read it. *he said. silently he kept to himself "Cause i wont get to see it at all..." He was still sore that he couldn't see the movie at all. The hobbit had been one of his favorite books...*

yeah sure let's get this over with *he sighed, leaning his head on his arms as he stared out the window* or you can just pretend to do this and we'll call it even. I wont even rat you out... *nope. he watched the plans getting pushed across the table towards him. Dammit... Micah sat up and stared down at the papers in front of him* what's this? I don't know any of this. *he murmured, looking up at William* what's the deal?

Killian Davy Jones *he looked up to watch the throng of assholes disperse quickly, confused. His eyes landed on the team captain standing over him and he flinched away, ashamed of himself for looking so weak now. But when John reached out to help him, he looked up, wiping a wide streak of red across his face from his bloody nose and sat up* uhm.. yeah i guess.. thanks... *he stood up slowly and limped over to the broken prosthetic, holding it up in his right hand* shit... mom's gonna kill me *he groaned, trying to fit it back to his stump. Nope. It was too badly broken. he was going to have to wear the ugly one again until his appointment in march... you know, the one that earned him the nickname "hook" *

no man I don't want to. I'm going home *he said quietly, reaching for his bag.it tore open further and he cursed louder, his face beet red from humiliation. he was bleeding sore, his prosthetic was in shambles and his books were damp from the wet ground, his favorite coat torn... and all this in front of the football captain* just kill me now...

Jeremy Doyle -When John started cleaning after the rest of the team scattered, Remy jumped into gear and helped. He picked up the bag and held it for John to load the stuff into. He gave the kid a sympathetic smile, having been where he was currently laying. And he owed it to John for his current status and safe ranking. No one fucked with him 'cause he was John Grimm's bestest best friend in the whole world. A safe place to be.

At the guy's words, Remy immediately spoke up- You realize you're talking to a brick wall, right? This is Johnny Grimm. Stubbornest fuck on the planet. If he says you're comin' home with us to help you get cleaned up, you're comin' home with us to get cleaned up.

-Remy ducked his head- I been where you are, man. I know how it goes. I owe a lot to this asshole. Right, Johnny?

John Grimm John snorted when Remy started talking. Not a guy of many words, John ducked his head and held out a hand to the guy on the ground. He smiled crookedly and shrugged. "I'd rather know you were safe and not seriously hurt. Those guys are assholes. And I hate them for what they do."

He stood quietly and waited for Killian to either take his hand or not, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He had a good first aid kit he kept at Remy's for when Dad's 'attention' got to be too much. Remy was still the only one who knew the whole story. "I hate bullies. I refuse to stand by while someone gets beaten."

William Turner I thought not. *He shook his head and smiled at Micah* I'm not allowed to review the Hobbit because of its mysticism and magic. The superintendent feels that it is too much like Harry Potter. *He made a face at that* I hate that I have to go alone, but I have no one with which to accompany me. Lissie hates fantasy and science fiction movies.

*He huffed a soft breath and turned back to the work at hand. He didn't want to cut short someone else's education for the sake of a movie.* Perhaps we can just go over the basics? This was part of your Chemistry class, and I know that you are currently in a failing status. If nothing else, we can discuss more later? I could come to your home or you to mine and we could discuss it in a more informal setting.

Micah Watson *Micah shook his head immediately, looking up at him* you don't wanna come to the house, trust me. you'll get beat up the minute you walk in the door. its not MY house, mate *he said sitting up and cracking his spine* trust me its bullshit there. I'd rather just meet here if we have to. I thought tutoring was only a one day session anyway...

*he looked down at all the chemistry equations and sighed* look i didn't pay attention I don't know what any of this means dude... *he sighed, pushing the lesson plan back at him* you're just wasting your time on me. I'd rather you tutored someone else who actually gave a fuck. alright? you're a nice dude I know it. I'm just the fantasy geek with no future. Sound fair to you?

Killian Davy Jones *Killian stared at the hand extended to him and he sighed, closing his eyes. Fine... but just this once. He reached up and took john's hand, standing carefully. Yep, definitely a sprain. But he kept his hidden as well as eh could reaching out and taking the bag from Remy* OK fair enough I'll follow you. But no one speaks of this again OK? *he reached into his pocket, his face glossing over* ah man where the hell are my earbuds *he groaned, pulling out the mp3 player, barren of headphones. He looked around the ground, limping to the curb again. there they were, floating in a puddle. ruined. just like everything else*

Fuuckers *he growled, now seriously planning a voodoo curse on the whole bunch of them* fine lets... lets just get this over with OK? *he sighed, holding tightly to the ruined earbuds and his broken "hand". Shit now he was royally screwed when he got home...*

Jeremy Doyle -He grinned, thankful the guy understood just how stubborn his friend was. Remy handed the bag over, but mourned the loss of the earbuds. He knew what it was like to lose shit to asshole bullies. And he knew who would be receiving a pair of earbuds as replacements in his locker. Secretly of course.

Remy didn't know how Johnny did it, but that asshole could get into anyone's locker without even trying. He was like the master lock-cracker or something. And Remy wouldn't give away the surprise either.- Smart man. We don't live far from here. Just down a couple blocks. You gonna be alright walking?

John Grimm Hell yes. John had a pair of earbuds he wasn't using. He'd be gifting them secretly to the guy soon as he got the chance. Might even make his way to his house to grab 'em and slip 'em into Killian's coat pocket. He was grateful that Killian hadn't been rude about taking his hand. He hated being nice to someone and have them practically spit on him. "We won't take long. I have a first aid kit over at Remy's for when shit gets too bad at home."

Realizing he'd said too much, he immediately clammed up and kept walking, acutely aware of how the guy was limping. "Dude, you need help? Here... " He looped an arm around Killian's waist without asking and acted as a crutch. Yeah, he just wanted to be close. He was stupid like that.

William Turner A one-time tutoring if you understood the material. You must sign off on it. Otherwise I am penalized for having falsified documents. *He made a face at that. He'd gotten in trouble his first semester doing just that* Come, we can make it quick. This is just primary Periodic Table information. We can plot out the best way for you to learn this so you pass. I would hate to see you not graduate, Micah.

*He hoped that he was sincere-sounding. He really did hate seeing others fail when he could help* And I did not know, I am sorry. I did not mean to put you on the spot like that.

Micah Watson *Micah sighed, burying his face in his arms* fine... fine OK i get it.. *he grumbled. He sat up and stared at the sheet again, scooting his chair around the table to sit next to William* OK... start from scratch...

~*~

About an hour later, Micah was pink cheeked and looking entirely flustered. he'd gotten lost 3 times during their hour long session, and by the time he was done, he was SURE that the sighs William was giving him were out of sheer pity for his stupidity* well... I guess that was fun... *he grumbled, shoving his notebook back into his back with embarrassment. He didn't look up at William at all, tossing him his pen back* i guess I'll see you at the next session cause this shit just doesn't make sense to me... *at that he finally looked up at the other student and frowned* told you i was a lost cause...

Killian Davy Jones *When he felt John's arm slip around his waist he stammered looking up at him* Can i have a SHRED of dignity? *he exclaimed. But when the arm didn't move Killian just slumped against him and sighed* fine... OK. Just bridal carry me if its easier *he mumbled, not being serious. Relieved when John didn't take the challenge, he limped the rest of the way to Remy's house and inside, tossing his torn bag on the couch. He sat down heavily, and stared at the ceiling, listening to the others bustle about with whatever they were getting from the kit* don't make such a fuss I'm going home after this. I can fix myself up there too you know *he pointed out.

no answer. Of course. Killian closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, trying to stave off another headache. already late for home, he knew he was going to get grilled. and with no money in the bank for a new prosthetic, his mother was going to revoke quite a bit from him now. It was just not his day*

Jeremy Doyle -Remy almost expected Johnny to scoop the slightly smaller man into his arms. He knew that Johnny had been eyeballing the guy. He quickly let them in, letting Johnny get the kit from the bathroom. He made his way into the kitchen for ice and drinks. He was such a good little host.

Shaking his head at the thought, he made his way back out- You need to call anyone while Johnny patches you back up? He's good, but he's thorough. You'll be good as new leaving here.

John Grimm He grinned as Killian leaned against him and tried not to enjoy how it felt. He was in deep shit now. And exceedingly thankful his shirt was long and covered him. Because, yeah. He was fucked. Once inside, he made his way upstairs to the bathroom and talked himself down in the mirror. He reminded himself of what he had to lose, and then stared at the multitude of bruises that decorated his ribs. Sadly, that did the trick.

He made his way downstairs and smirked at Remy. Good little housewife Remy. Not that he'd tease his friend. Remy'd been teased enough growing up, and John made sure never to treat his friend badly. He dropped to his knees in front of Killian and looked up at him, brow quirking. "I'm gonna need to see where they got you. So.. yeah..." Smooth, John. Real smooth.

William Turner *There was no way William would make it to the movie now. He was confused how Micah had made it into Chemistry without having had the basic knowledge. And he was amazed that the boy had managed this far without failing out altogether. He was a little flustered, but noted the obvious embarrassment coloring the student's cheeks* Micah. I am sorry. I had hoped to make it easier for you. But yes, we will meet again. I would like to see you two, maybe three times a week, if possible?

*He hoped it wasn't too much, but he wanted to help the poor soul.*

Micah Watson *Micah sighed looking down at him* sure whatever works for you. If it gets you the credit you need then by all means. Sorry you're gonna miss your movie tonight. I'm sure they're going to have a double feature of it tomorrow if that makes it better. *he shrugged his backpack on, holding his drawing book close to his chest* I don't have nothing going on later this week so I guess... Thursday after school gets out is a good time to meet... So uhm.. yeah. Have a good night, mate. *he added, waving to William and turning on his heel. he pulled his headphones back on the cushions surrounding his ears and blocking out all sound.

he hated how stupid he was, but he also hated school. Why couldn't he just be brilliant like William, perfect at everything and have everything given to him? Oh right, cause his parents were dead and he lived in housing with a bunch of other deadbeat guys who didn't give a shit where they went or what they did with their lives. Looked liked atmosphere really was the culprit here... but... hell if he tried to better himself now he'd never catch up. he was just too far behind...

Maybe it was time to consider dropping out entirely and working factory for the rest of his life....*

Killian Davy Jones *Killian rolled his eyes but pulled his coat off. Down to his high collared black shirt, he pulled that off as well, sitting on the couch shirtless. The barest hint of muscle was filling in his figure as he grew older, and what would be in his future a dark carpet of chest hair was growing on his pale skin. Said pale skin was bruised all over and cut from the steel tipped boots, but he didn't flinch* if you wanted me shirtless you could have just asked *he teased John, crossing his arms over his stomach with a hiss*

They got my legs too but those'll be OK. I'll bind my ankle when i get home. *he trailed off, hiding the stump of his wrist under his arm quietly. No one ever asked him about why he had lost his hand. Most just assumed the worst or... physical deformity or something stupid that would label him 'contagious" or some stupid shit. he didn't know. But he saw John stare at the stump, surprisingly smooth around the end of it, not scarred or bumped like many people thought* so I'm pretty sure you want to know where my hand went right?

Jeremy Doyle -Remy grinned impishly as soon as the shirt came off. Oh hell. This was gonna be /fun/!! He knew things. And he fell into the background to watch the show, thoroughly enjoying himself.-

John Grimm John turned a lovely shade of bright pink as he ducked his head. His gaze fell, not by choice, onto the stump where the prosthetic rested. It was either that or make eye contact. And again, he was /damned/ glad for that long shirt, because he was in serious trouble. He cleared his throat and made himself busy trying to pull out the gauze and antiseptic wipes with shaky hands. He did look up at the question and swallowed hard.

It took him three tries before he could speak, at which point, he stammered softly. "I d-didn't mean to st-stare... sorry.." Jesus, John. Talk much? The guy was going to think he was a fucking moron.

He busied himself with leaning close to begin cleaning the cuts and tending to the bruises. "I, uh.. I can wrap your ankle while we're here."

William Turner *William made note in his ledger for the next appointment with Micah. He smiled, but sadly and nodded* I am not concerned with having missed the movie. It will still be there. I am worried about your education. I am certain there is something we can do to make this easier for you.

*He watched helplessly as the boy left the library, and he pulled his iPhone out of his pocket. Three missed messages from Lissie, and one from Jacob, his friend. Ah. Seemed Lissie had gone to see a movie with Jacob. Again. William was no fool. He knew Lissie and Jacob were seeing each other on the sly. It sickened him to think that they would then act the friend to his face, but he couldn't worry about that now. He found himself thinking about the orphaned boy with soulful eyes as he walked to his Jeep.*

Micah Watson *Micah kept his eyes down the entire walk back to the group housing. Way past dinner call by now, Micah was grateful for the box of pocky he kept locked in his room. He didn't eat much, but that didn't change the fact that his stomach gave a small rumble of hunger as he walked down the dark streets. Wrapping himself up in his thin, ratty coat, Micah tried not to shiver as he thought about William and how well... disappointed he looked that he was so fucking stupid. Most people just laughed. other than Killian, William seemed to be the only one actually concerned that Micah was about to flunk out of high school and drift off into the world to die penniless. If that didn't touch him, he didn't know what did...

Finally making his way back in, he walked to his room, getting a few punches to the back and arms from the other tenants before he let himself into his room with his hidden key. Locking the door behind him, he plugged in his mp3 player and powered up the ancient PC that he had been given. Damn thing still ran on dial-up. Sitting in his chair, chewing on chocolate biscuits, he shot Killian a message to read when he got online, and then tentatively typed in William's instant message pen name. Slowly he typed up a thank you for the session and sent it to his crush, staring at the irreversibly sent message now. God he hoped he didn't screw up...*

Killian Davy Jones You can ask if you want you know. it's not an offensive story, like my dad abused me or something. *he shrugged, allowing John to work on his wounds. They weren't bad, but the alcohol stung like a bitch and he hissed, closing his eyes* jeez i hate that stuff... *he grumbled, watching him. By now he ignored Remy, his eyes locked on the other teen in front of him*

and if you really insist you can wrap my ankle. I'll make sure to bring your wraps back tomorrow to school so you can get them back. I'll leave them hanging on your chair so no one sees you talking to me. I wouldn't want to ruin your reputation by talking to the stumpy pirate or his retarded best friend.

John Grimm John was largely ignoring Remy too while he worked on Killian. He was careful and was absently biting at his lip while he worked. He found while he was working, he could speak normally to the other teen. "I'm not offended or afraid to be seen talking to you, Ian. I'm sure you've probably never noticed me before, but I don't really care what people think. I'm the Coach's kid."

He shifted, turning to grab a little packet of antibiotic cream. As he did, his shirt crept up, showing off a lovely bruise in the shape of a boot that covered much of the small of his back. He'd forgotten it, since it didn't hurt like the others. As he sat up, he glanced at Killian, and gave a crooked smile. "What did happen? If you don't mind my asking?"

William Turner *William reached home, was promptly questioned for his tardiness by his mother and left to his own devices. Mrs. Jenkins would bring dinner up later, leaving William alone for the rest of the night. He logged into his computer and noted the instant message box awaiting him.

He almost deleted it, but on a whim opened it. It was from Micah. William smiled as he responded with a quick 'you're welcome, I look forward to tutoring you again.' He added his personal phone number just in case Micah needed to reach him outside of school and turned to begin surfing for more reviews on the Hobbit.

As he read, he heard the ping alerting him to Lissie's presence online. She'd ignore him now til he sent to her. She might be Prom Queen to his King, but he was her slave.*

Micah Watson *well that was a fairly uninviting response. Micah was about to log off and just let it go, when he found his fingers slowly typing over the keys again. before he could stop himself, he hit enter, and stared at this screen in mild horror. was he really trying to strike up a conversation with the most popular kid in school? really? that was low even for him... He looked over the message and leaned back in his chair before sighing.* well I hope he doesn't mind me asking... *he murmured as he looked over the message:

"so... what sort of things do you like to do for fun? Like... do you watch TV or play games? I could show you some old stuff if you're interested..."

Killian Davy Jones *Killian didn't quite notice the bruise until John's shirt was almost covering it again. Attributing it to his rabid football habit, Killian didn't question it. Instead he smirked at the nickname and chuckled* Ian? that's a new one. I like it. *he smirked, nodding his head.*

as for how i got the stump well.. I was born with a carcinoma. A big ass tumor on my arm. I came out all blue and not breathing. They had to amputate the cancer. So i went into a major surgery before i was 2 hours old. *he held out his arms to show the distance. it wasn't just the hand. a portion of his forearm was gone as well, making his left arm shorter than the right* I ended up having to go back in a few times until i was about 3 years old to keep having more cut out cause the carcinoma kept growing back. They finally threw me on radiation when i was 4 after the last surgery and it never came back since. But that's part of why i don't often go out... sometimes the sun hurts my eyes. When i do i have to wear big sunglasses and dark clothes so the light doesn't reflect *he shrugged* so i became a goth type. kinda made sense anyway so i figured "hell why not"

John Grimm He stopped working, watching Killian quietly. It was nothing like the rumors he'd heard. It was sadder. "Mom died giving birth to me and my twin sister. She died too. They almost lost me and I spent three weeks in a NICU ward." He shrugged, knowing it didn't quite compare. Why he felt compelled to tell his life story, he didn't know. But just talking to Killian, he wanted to know more.

"Dad went all uber protective since he lost both wife and daughter in the same night." He sighed and rubbed at the buckle bruise, not wanting to talk about his dad. "Been a rough life, I guess. I didn't mean to pry. I just.." He faltered, cheeks heating up and he turned quickly to finish up. He grabbed the ace bandage and began unlacing Killian's boot so he could wrap the ankle. He kept his head down, not wanting to give anything away. God, he was terrible at this.

William Turner *The ping caught him off-guard. Assuming it was Lissie, wanting to grill him about his habits, he found he was pleasantly surprised to see Micah's name at the top. He read the quick message and smiled. No one ever asked him his hobbies before. They all presumed to know him. He quickly typed out a response.*

~I do not have much of a free social life, as I am being groomed to go to an Ivy League University. But I do enjoy going to the Weekend Matinee for the older science fiction movies. I enjoy the Bruce Lee martial arts movies as well.~ *He smiled more* ~And as I mentioned at our meeting, I am a rather large Tolkien fan. I loved the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and am looking forward to seeing the Hobbit trilogy.~

*He furrowed a brow and took a chance* ~Would you be interested in joining me for a showing of the Hobbit? Perhaps Thursday after our meeting. I do so hate going alone.~

Micah Watson *Micah read the response back and blushed a bit ducking his head. he tried to think of some elaborate excuse as to why he couldn't go, but they all sounded superficial and transparent. William would see right through it. So he kept to the truth and nothing else* "I don't have any money to spend on movie tickets or anything. Clothes and food are provided for me. Hell the computer I'm on was donated. I get about 15 dollars every Sunday to last me the week. That's why you never see me in the cafeteria. I wish I could see the Hobbit though. The rumors about me are true. I'm a big fantasy/anime/film retard."

*he sat back and looked at the message. it sounded rather cold to him, rather... offputting. So Micah sat forward and began to type another message to send.* "but i do appreciate the offer. I really do. it must be cool knowing so many languages and being so smart. You really got it made, man. Pretty girl, nice place. Money. It's so cool.

Killian Davy Jones *he frowned, listening to john's story* I'm sorry. *he said quietly looking down as the football player wrapped his ankle firmly* I didn't know that either. I guess there's a lot we don't know about the other. *he offered John a weak smile and bobbed his head* Yeah no one's ever asked me about myself. Which I guess I'm used to so it suits me just fine...

*no actually it didn't. To be frank Killian was very lonely. If he didn't have Micah, he probably would have walked off one day and not come back at all. He didn't have a dad. His mom hated him. Hell it'd been this long and she still hadn't called for him. Oh well. he didn't feel like unloading anymore on John. Not right now. He didn't want to COMPLETELY fill the stereotype of a goth after all...*

John Grimm He shrugged, still not wanting to look at Killian. "It's alright. Long time ago now, I guess. We live our lives best we can, right? Look... I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable, but if you want I can walk with you from school. Not sure which way you go to get home, but I live right next door. Not too far from about anyplace."

Yeah, he sounded like a dumbass now. John wrapped Killian's ankle and sat back, hoping he didn't look too obvious. He raised a brow, hoping that it would be enough to help with the pain. "How's that? I didn't wrap it too tightly, did I?" He bit his lip again and started cleaning up his mess. He made a face. "Sorry I didn't have any ibuprofen in here. Used it all the last time Dad went on a bender and took it out on me."

And the moment it left his mouth, John cringed. That wasn't public knowledge. Remy was the only one who knew. DamndamnDAMN. "Don't... don't say anything. Please?"

William Turner *The first message he received was a bit of a shocker, and he found his heart going out to the boy. No wonder he really didn't know Micah at all. He was so self-absorbed, caught in his own world, that he missed the plight of those less fortunate than himself.

But he found that since Micah had opened the line of communication, he wanted to return the favor. He typed out a response, hoping he didn't come off as flippant or uncaring.*

~I do not know for how much longer I will have the pretty girl. I believe she is involved with my supposed best friend. They have been spending an inordinate amount of time together without me.~ *It sounded trite, even to him, but he kept going*

~Money is not the be all end all of existence. Father and Mother have little to do with me, so busy planning my future for me as they are. I spend my time with the maid. She cooks and talks to me. She was the one who introduced me to Tolkien when I was very young.
What if I were to invite you to accompany me, and pay your way?~ *It sounded like he was trying to buy Micah's friendship, but he plowed forward.*

~I do not wish to offend you, but I would really like the company to the movie. And you seem like the kind of man who would enjoy the movie as much as I.~ *He clicked send before he could stop himself.*

Micah Watson *Micah frowned, looking the message over again with faint shock. That William, someone so perfect would have troubles like that? He leaned forward again and began typing* whaaat?! But why would someone cheat on YOU? That's not cool at all! *he sent, looking at the screen. Pausing, he began to type again, biting his lower lip. He'd wanted nothing all his high school years but to talk to William, the guy he'd been crushing on for so long and now. well... they were talking about girl problems. pathetic. *

I don't really consider myself a man. A man does the work he's supposed to, cares for himself and others and buys his own things... *he sent, beginning to pour out his thoughts on the whole situation.*

But... *he paused, staring at the but on the screen* I will agree to go with you. And when I get a little extra money I will pay the ticket back to you? OK? and I wont take no for an answer. If there's one thing i tried not to be all my life, it was to not be a mooch.

Killian Davy Jones *he heard the words, he understood... And realize that the flinching, the bruises. they weren't from practice* your dad beats you... *he said quietly, looking up at Remy. At the quiet nod he received he looked down at john* cant you go to the school counselor for that? I don't care if your dad is the foot ball coach, that's not right. I didn't have a dad but damn well know that that's not how you treat your kid, especially if you're all he has left...

He sat up, flinching as he grabbed for his shirt, pulling it on* You should talk to Micah. My friend. he knows how to defend himself quite a bit. maybe he can teach you a few moves that'll at least keep you from getting your ass handed to you all the time. And I'll ask my English teacher about what we can do. You shouldn't have to put up with your dad treating you like that...

John Grimm John snorted, looking away quickly. His cheeks were even darker as he rubbed a hand through his hair. "I can defend myself, Ian... it's not that. I just..." He faltered. "It's my dad. I can't wail on my dad." He stood slowly and shrugged a shoulder.

"I've talked to the counselor. They went and talked to Dad. He was worse after." And as soon as it was out, he realized how it sounded. Jesus. He shook his head. "Don't worry about it.." He huffed and started for the kitchen. Fucking waste, that was his life.

William Turner *He found himself laughing softly at the way Micah responded. No one could believe that anyone would cheat on William. Or Lissie. Both were perfect. He sipped at his tea and smiled, considering his response.*

~I do not see you as a mooch. I see you as a potential friend. And sometimes friends do things for each other. I am thankful that you will accompany me to see the movie. I really did not want to see it with anyone who would not appreciate Tolkien's true vision.~ *It sounded weird even to him, but he pushed on*

~If I am honest, I am neither surprised nor hurt that she has left to go to my friend Jacob. She and I are together for propriety's sake, and for the fact that we are Prom King and Queen. I do not love her, nor she me.~ *He couldn't bring himself to admit his proclivities. Not yet. That wasn't common knowledge, and he didn't want to chase away what might be his only friend by admitting he preferred men. He hit send and smiled, waiting for a response.*

Micah Watson *Micah made a face and stared at the response from William. well that sounded stupid... So he began to type* well that's kinda stupid... why date someone if you don't even wanna kiss em or something? *he asked, sending it with a click of the enter key. Watching the screen carefully, Micah began to type his answer to the first statement, slow and steady. he wanted to sound somewhat intelligible. Hell he WAS sitting here talking to THE William Turner, the kid in school that turned his nose up against the lower class.*

As for Tolkien's true vision or whatever, I'm going to be honest. I'm not sure WHAT his true vision is. I just like reading his stories cause for during that time I'm sitting down, I'm anybody but Micah. I'm Bilbo on an adventure, or Thorin Oakenshield... Or in the trilogy I'm Aragorn or Legolas. I don't wanna be Frodo though, he's kinda whiny *he added, hoping to make William smile or laugh.

Then he realized how stupid that was because He couldn't even SEE William to know if he was laughing or not. So he added a hasty sentence* not that Frodo's not cool! i think Elijah Wood just ruined him for me * Great, Frodo was probably William's favorite character and he just insulted him. Killian was right, he really did have a stupid big mouth..*

Killian Davy Jones *Killian watched him suddenly scurry off to the kitchen and he blinked before taking off after him* hey! *he said, ignoring the look on Remy's face before stepping into the kitchen after John* well now I kinda AM gonna worry about it cause if I know this shit's going on and suddenly you end up found dead at home, I'm gonna feel really shitty that I didn't say something. *he said, looking up at John with a deep frown on his face.* you really gotta ask for help, dude it sounds like your daddy's fucking off his nut. and I'm not saying go and beat the shit out of him. I'm talking, defend yourself. Throw away some of his punches so he stops hitting you. maybe if he sees you protecting yourself he'll back his ass up. Did you ever think about that?

*he frowned deeply and crossed his arms (and stump) again, resting most of his weight on his good ankle* either that or I call the damn cops and tell them about an abuse case. Take your pick. But I'm not gonna just sit back and "forget it" you know. You're the only one who cared enough to try and help me with those asswipes. It's not the first time they attacked me or Mi, but this is the first time someone jumped in to help. you got my full attention dude. sorry to say it *he added, grinning a little*

John Grimm John frowned. "I have defended myself before. Earned myself this..." He pulled up the long sleeve of his shirt, showing off the various cigarette burns that littered his forearm. There was a lone burn that was larger and stood out a little more. Cigar. Dad had been celebrating and John had mouthed off about something, he didn't even remember now what it'd been. And when he'd defended himself? Dad had held him down and burned him with the cigar. Then kicked him in the ribs.

"Look, I'm not the coward pussy I might look like here. I /tried/. You've seen my dad. He's a big asshole." He sighed and leaned against the counter, crossing his own arms. He'd pulled the sleeve back down, hating that he was bruised and scarred underneath his clothes. He'd had one girlfriend. One. And she'd dumped him because he refused to get naked with her.

"Don't get involved, Ian. It's not worth it." I'm not worth it, went unspoken. He was flattered to finally have Killian's attention, but it wasn't exactly how he'd pictured it.

William Turner *He laughed as he read the response. Finally, someone who understood that Frodo was one of the lesser characters. He typed out a quick response* ~With the trilogy, I always admired Samwise versus Frodo. In the end, Samwise was the savior. He carried Frodo when Frodo would have kept the One Ring.

I have read up on the new movie, and find I am interested in seeing how Aidan Turner handles Kili. I rather liked him in Being Human.~

*He settled back and smiled, thankful that someone understood what it was to lose oneself into a novel and forget themselves for a time.*

~Lissie and I are together simply for the show. She uses me for a popularity stepping stone, and I use her to help my cause with the Ivy League Universities. It is mutually beneficial, even if there is no love.~

*He hit enter and realized just how depressing and sad that sounded. But someone of his station couldn't afford to love. Love was for children.*

Micah Watson *he read the message over quietly, reading into the sadness of William's situation. if having parents meant that they were dictating your life so shamelessly, then Micah was grateful not to have parents. he sighed and began to type up a response. A little smile played across his lips.*

"well I for one am eager to see what they did with the trilogy. and if you want, i can help ya forget about Lissie acting like such a bucket around you. I'm no girl, but I can be a pretty cool guy to hang out with I think. At least Killian seems to like hanging out with me. Then again that doesn't always mean a lot for me now does it" *he joked, laughing at his own jest* But I would be willing to hang out more than just tutoring and the movie on Thursday. you doing anything tomorrow night? Maybe we an do more homework then too...

~*~

‎*it had been about a month since John had moved into the foster housing with Micah. having pleaded with the group housing manager to let him sleep in his own room to save on room costs, Micah found himself with a roommate and for the first time in awhile, actually found living there to be bearable.

He'd also seemed to hit it off really well with William . The two had become inseparable,a and now with Killian and John (and Remy cant forget him) now growing closer to Micah, the group was developing into quite the little clique. Of course, as fall was commencing of their junior year, it was growing closer to the winter dance, and of course, Micah expected to sit out of it. Like usual.

currently he found himself laying on his bed, doodling in his brand new sketchbook (he had an idea of who gave it to him but wasn't going to say a word), he was listening to his music and John talk to Remy on the phone. The young teen was off the bed and at the computer within seconds when he heard William's signature "ping" go off from the speaker, his current drawing of a wolf laying on the bed forgotten*

John Grimm He was listening to Remy complain about how horrible it was not having him next door, but John knew that Remy was secretly glad that John'd been removed from that home and put somewhere he wouldn't be hit anymore. Stretched out on his new bed, John smirked when the computer announced yet another message from William for Micah. Those two were insanely adorable together. And yeah, John was jealous. He knew how much Micah liked the rich kid.

As he rang off, he stretched out on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, he rubbed at his mostly-healed ribs. He turned and grinned at Micah's back. "So, you goin' to the dance with him? You should, y'know. I see how you get when you talk to him."