standsonhigh | High school AU open post

Koschei didn't respond, he just spun around and punched Barty as hard as he could in the face. And then again and again till he was knocked into the stall. He threw a hard punch into his gut and kicked the boy's feet out from under him till he was sprawled on the floor. Several kicks to the ribs and one to the balls seemed enough really. He didn't need to go overboard.

His knuckled throbbed and he stared down at Barty, feeling horribly sick. He could barely breath, this was probably the worst thing he'd done here. Turning away, he couldn't even look. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm sorry. Shit."

Barty wasn't actually a bad fighter, under normal circumstances. But these circumstances were so far from normal that he didn't even have time to register what was happening before he found himself on the ground and then it was already quite a bit too late, he couldn't even figure out where up was anymore. Fighting back didn't really seem to be an option.

He tasted blood and when he rubbed his face he felt blood and he saw it on his face and he wasn't even sure how that had happened. And so fast. "Koschei? Why... Fuck." He held on to the wall in an attempt to at least sit upright. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt. "What the fuck?"

"I'm -- I -- I didn't --" Nothing came out right and in that moment, looking at Barty, he felt such anger inside him. Tom was ruining everything in his life, why did he even agree to do this? He could of protected Theta other ways! God, why couldn't he think any more? His head hurt so much. Being sober would helped. Hissing, he backed away and stumbled into the bathroom door, not sure if he could even get the right words out.

So, instead, he did what came naturally to him. He ran. Like the coward he was, he ran out of the bathroom and through the crowded dance floor, not stopping till he was finally away from Barty's sad and judgemental eyes.

It was Tom that found Barty, not too long after, but longer than necessary. It didn't matter though, Barty still clung to him, at least until Tom told him to stop so he'd not get his shirt dirty. In the end he just stumbled back to their room following after Tom, his head spinning, but no longer in a good way. He wondered what exactly had happened and Tom told him about Koschei and the drugs and it didn't make any sense, but nothing much did.

Only a few days later, when his face was no longer obviously bruised, he came out for classes again, keeping to himself the way he tended to. At least that part wasn't all that noticeable. Nothing much was noticeable, really, though something inside him had been broken and he knew it couldn't be fixed. Losing things he never had, like any chance at Tom and this... something he thought was there with Koschei really had no right to hurt as much as it did.

Koschei was trying to avoid classes he had with Barty, he didn't want to face him. The others had resumed picking on him as they always had and without Barty, things were harder once more. He didn't know him for that long and they weren't close but he seriously did think they had a spark. And he'd been nice, actually nice. Losing that wounded him more than he could admit.

He hadn't meant to run into Barty in the halls, he'd been trying to hard, but there he was. And Koschei couldn't even look at him, he just tried to get around him without making a fuss. Tom had probably already poisoned his view of him anyway so why bother?

Just walking past him sounded like a wonderful idea, actually. It was exactly what Bart was planning on doing at first, but there was too much rage in him, too many unresolved issues. "Fuck you."

Just a hiss and he pushed him to the side, not actually putting a lot of energy into it. He would probably have hit him if that had been his style, but it never really had been.

Koschei slammed into a nearby locker at the shove, bracing himself carefully against it. Definitely pissed off at him then. He wanted to keep walking, to ignore this whole thing, but he knew he couldn't just do that. So, instead, he hurried back after Barty, trying to get his attention.

"Okay, I deserved that," Koschei admitted, trying to keep pace with the boy he'd attacked and humiliated. If he could of taken everything back, he would of. "But you have to listen to me, I can explain everything. I just can't do it here! Look, just -- believe me, I didn't do it to hurt you. I'm not that much of a dick!"

"Didn't do it to hurt me. Right. Want to try rewording that?" Because last he checked, it was pretty much universally accepted that being kicked in the crotch hurt. He shook his head, walking faster at first before slowing down and finally stopping, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he tried to stop himself from flashing back to that night.

"Guess those other boys are really in for something. Heaven knows what you do when you want to hurt someone."

"You're missing the point! I wasn't trying to hurt you because I wanted to, I was made to. Look, Tom put me --" Before he could finish, he felt something hard smack him on the side of the head and when he regained his senses and looked, a football had been thrown at him. Wincing, he turned his head to see Rodolphus smirking at him, the ever vigilante soldier.

See, this was why he couldn't actually talk about anything. Tom had eyes and ears everywhere and whenever he tried to explain himself, someone always got in the way. He trembled with mute rage and kicked the ball aggressively away from them. He really didn't need this shit today.

"For fuck sake, I'm trying to talk here!" Koschei growled, wishing everyone would just go away so he could explain everything and fix this. Reaching out, he grasped Barty's arm to keep him from leaving. "Just let me explain, please?"

Barty shrugged him off, rubbing his arm as if that would make him get rid of Koschei's touch. It didn't really help, he still felt hot and his face was sure to be red. Just what he needed. Because it wasn't enough that half the school had seen him being all over the guy, kissing and with his hand down his pants. On the dance floor. There were even pictures. Life sucked.

"My hand smelled of you. When I woke up. I couldn't even breathe right, because you'd almost broken my nose, but I still know how you smell. Try explaining that." He stepped closer and he wanted to lower his voice, but he was too agitated to get it right. "I don't remember everything, but I can still hear you telling me to get my hand down your trousers."

"That was a moment of error, a judgement flaw. I was fucking high and I was about to lose everything because of your psycho room-mate. Sue me, I wanted something out of it," Koschei insisted, knowing he was not coming off as a victim here, more as a total asshole. Yelling at the victim just didn't work in his favour at all.

"I mean, I'm sorry, but why the hell would I drug you and try to fuck you? Hmm? No offence but I could of done that without the drugs," and the golden charm just keeps on coming. He was going to work on that, he used to be so much better at it. Years of bullying and hate had completely destroyed his charm and hell, it wouldn't of worked on Barty anyway.

"Aww, look at you two, young love," one boy called from where a gang of Tom's lot were watching, they started whistling and making kissy noises, trying to embarrass both of them. But as Koschei was used to it, he just tuned it out entirely.

Barty wanted to say something, he even knew what to say, but then Koschei told him that he could have fucked him without the drugs and he felt too sick to talk. He just stared at him, his eyes too wide and the audience they had gathered really didn't help matters.

"You ruined cotton candy!" That didn't make particularly much sense to anyone but Barty, odds are that Koschei wouldn't know what he was talking about, either, but that didn't really seem to matter. Not as if he was getting out of there with his dignity intact anyway. "Just. Don't talk to me. Ever."

Koschei did know because he remembered, he remembered everything Barty had said. With a loud sigh, he let Barty leave, mentally plotting a way he could fix cotton candy. And Lilo and Stitch, he was probably soured on that too. Ignoring the gang of boys jeering at him, he hurried back to his own room, not sure what to do.

How did he fix this problem? He had no idea, he had forgotten what it was like to feel guilty and awful.

Maybe he could tell Theta. He wouldn't judge... right? And then he could help him fix it. Theta was so much better with people, he'd be able to come up with a way to make things better. That was -- well, that was his best plan.

Theta actually arrived not long after Koschei, frowning even before he entered the room and then turning that frown right at Koschei, concerned and just a bit bothered, too.

"So. What happened that night? At the dance?" He hadn't asked before, but he hadn't really heard all that much before. Today's fight however was making headlines and he needed to know what to make of all these rumours.

"I drugged, had a little foreplay and then beat Barty," Koschei muttered in a dejected manner, lying on his stomach with his face in the pillow. Well, he may as well be honest, everyone else knew by now. Theta would know soon enough, eh always caught onto these things. "It wasn't on purpose, I had to do it."

See, now, in his head that sounded like it made sense. But out loud, it sounded like he was some sort of weirdo who accidentally on purpose drugged people because of a mental compulsion.

"How do I get him to talk to me again? I need to explain it all!"

"...right." Somehow he had expected the explanation to sound better than the rumors, not worth. Silly him.

"First I'd suggest not drugging him again." He would really, really have liked to have made that a joke. With a sigh Theta walked over to Koschei's bed and sat down on the edge. "So. Why exactly did you have to do all that? ...start with the drugging. One thing after the other."

Koschei lay there for a moment, thinking over what was being said, before groaning in annoyance and reaching out to slap Theta on the arm. What an idiot. "For fuck sake, Theta, of course I won't do it again. I didn't want to do it the first time. God, I don't have a compulsion or something. Tom threatened me, he said if I didn't do it --"

Well, he couldn't say any more or Theta would know Koschei was protecting him. So, instead, he kept it as subtle as he could, not wanting to give it away. "He doesn't want me to be happy and I was starting to be happy, I liked Barty. And he liked me. But Tom is intent on destroying me, he forced me to do it!"

And the more he thought about it, the angrier he was. He wanted to destroy Tom, now more than ever. "He won't be happy till I'm alone and suffering all the time."

"Isn't Tom Barty's friend?" Not that he kept close tabs on all of these people, but he did notice a thing or two. To be honest, he didn't even know that Tom was behind Koschei getting beat up that one time or any of the other things he'd noticed over the years. Tom was very good at working from behind the scenes. Theta actually kind of liked him. He was smart. Very charming, too.

So, mostly Koschei was just sounding very paranoid. And perhaps a tad melodramatic.

"Er. Did you try apologizing to Barty?"

"Why would I do that?" Koschei asked with a look of dismay. Apologise for what? He was forced into it. No chance would he say sorry. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back and let the anger in him take over instead, he shouldn't have to be sorry. He could make this right in his own way. Jumping up onto his feet, he gave Theta a look. Time to end this game. "If I don't come back by tomorrow, tell someone. Don't go looking for me."

And, with that, he stormed off to find Tom. To do what? He had no idea. He just wanted to get back at him. Odds are, this time of day, he'd be in the canteen. So that's where Koschei went.

And, for once, luck was on his side. There sat Tom and all his band of merry idiots. With a deep breath for courage, he stormed across to him and lashed out, grabbing onto the boy's collar before anyone could stop him. "I'm going to kill you, you bastard. I'm going to end you."

He barely got chance to put his arms around Tom's neck when about four boys started to yank him off. He didn't care any more, Tom just kept ruining everything he wanted. It wasn't fair.

Tom just sat there, barely even ruffled by the events, just righting his collar again and going back to the conversation he'd been having while Koschei was very unceremoniously carried to the nearest bathroom. Tie yanked off, hands lashed behind his back and head in the toilet.

"Does anybody have to go while we're at it?" The answer to that question was blended out by the toilet being flushed.

Well, this had not been a successful attempt. Maybe he should of just apologises. Now was a bad time to consider this idea, as he was plunged further into the toilet, water going up his nose and threatening to get into his mouth. Koschei gasped and kicked his legs out, trying to wriggle free.

"If any of you piss on me, you're the first to die!" Koschei cried out with an edge of hysteria. He was so angry, so disgusted and vague worried of what could happen. When his head was mostly out of the toilet, he shook his head to remove most of the water. "Just get off me before I--"

And back into the toilet he went.

"Keep your mouth open!" A not all that well intended piece of advice, it turned out, given the stream of liquid that hit him moments later. Warm liquid. Of course that was accompanied by a lot of jeering and laughing.

The only good thing was that the toilet was soon flushed again, so at least it should get washed away.

"Anyone have a pen?"

Oh God, someone was pissing on him. It ran down his face and everything, horrible warm stream hitting him in the worst way. He was so lucky he'd kept his mouth clamped shut but it didn't stop it from running everything. Even on his shirt. For once, he was thankful of the toilet.

"I can't believe you did that, you animal! What are you? A fucking dog?" Koschei yelled with indignation as he was pulled away from the toilet and held down, no one really wanting to get that close to upper half now. He actually smelled like piss, that was the worst part. And he had to walk back to his room like this. "Don't you dare write on my head!"

Well, that was soon ignored in favour of the boys holding him down, calling out different things to write till they finally settle on something they didn't say aloud. He could just hear the laughter.

Koschei really didn't think he could take much more humiliation.

"This is just the first part, little Koschei," he was finally told when they had finished their task and left him on the ground, still with his hands tied.

"The next part is going to be much worse." Not that they had really figured out what the next part would be yet, but well. "Just wait and see."

With that and some last kicks, he was left to his own devices in the open stall, dripping wet and smelling horrible.

It took a while to get to his feet without the use of his hands but he managed it, staggering to his feet in the men's room and making a run for it in case they came back. Now came the worst part, actually getting to his room. And it could only get worse, Theta would be there all day and he'd make this worse, he always did. He always hated that look of pity.

It was an incredibly embarrassing walk through the halls but fortunately not many people were about. And, annoyingly enough, those that were offered no help. They just avoided him, some laughed, some took pictures. People were such assholes.

He ended up the one place he shouldn't of gone, especially since Tom could of been there, but needed to see someone that wasn't Theta. Hence why he came to Barty. The closest room and one that didn't contain his friend. He didn't really knock because he couldn't, he just slammed himself repeatedly into the door then waited.

It was like old times. Him, helplessly stuck, smelling of a toilet and unable to get his hands free.

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