standsonhigh | High school AU open post

"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.

Barty did open the door after the third bang. just a towel around his hips and his hair dripping wet just as Koschei's was, just for very different reasons. He stared for several moments, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

Then he was suddenly way too aware of being mostly naked and that was just not something he wanted to with the boy that had... That he had... And that had insinuated that he was pretty much a needy slut, so his natural reaction was to close the door again, hopefully before Koschei walked in.

Koschei managed to get his foot in the door but, sadly, it took the brunt of the impact. He cried out in pain, hissing loudly. "Ow! Fuck, don't! Don't lock me out. Please, okay, I need you help. I can't get my arms free and -- Oh Christ, Barty, I smell like a toilet."

He got that this was a long shot but he could try. He really didn't want to walk any further. Not when reeking of pissing with his arms behind his back and 'I ♥ Tom' on his forehead. It literally could only get worse if he was naked. "I have to talk to you too, because we really need to talk. Now, please, I'll beg you if I have to but let me in. Seriously, I will."

Koschei had no intention to beg but, you know, he had to seem desperate enough.

"You'd never beg. Not me." But even while he said those words, quite filled with self-hatred, Barty opened the door, and grabbed Koschei's arm to pull him in. He closed and locked the door behind him, although he left the key in the lock this time. He just didn't want to be surprised by Tom. Or anyone.

"I don't want to talk to you. So just don't." He could still hear his words from earlier today, the words that had somehow managed to make everything worse. He didn't want that to happen again. "Please. Just. Turn around, I'll get my knife."

He also really wanted to get dressed, but one thing after the other. "No talking," he reminded him, as he picked up his knife from the nightstand.

"I might beg, never say never," Koschei remarked, even if he probably never would, maybe one day Barty would convince him. With a grateful sigh, he stood still and tried his best not to speak. He really did. But Koschei could talk for two most of the time and he did struggle with silence.

He had a strange noise in his head since birth, a constant drumming sound, so the idea of silence was an oddity he'd never have. And neither would Barty as long as he knew Koschei.

Turning around, he held out his arms to make it easier on Barty. then did exactly the opposite of what he asked. "Tom set me up, you know that, right? He made me do it and I went to stand up to him because of it ... and I got this done to me for my efforts. So you really do need to listen to me because God knows, I've suffered enough."

It may seem like a laughable idea but really, you try smelling like he did. It was hardly a picnic.

Barty cut through the tie, doing his best to ignore what Koschei said and ending up pressing his knife against the back of his neck. "Shut. The fuck. Up. And go take a shower, you reek."

He pulled back, knuckles white from how tight he was holding on to his knife. "I'll give you some clothes." Whatever, as long as it meant he'd go into the bathroom and he'd not have to deal with him anymore. Get dressed, give him clothes and then he could just head out himself. Find Tom or something.

"I don't want to listen to you."

He could feel the cold metal against his neck and he knew this tactic wasn't working as well as he'd planned but honestly, he didn't have many other tactics. Turning back around, he gently rubbed his wrists where they'd been tied and gave Barty a slight glare. "Oh don't threaten me, Barty, let's be honest here. You don't have the balls to hurt me."

Maybe taunting him was a bad idea but he seriously didn't like being threatened like that. He wasn't in the mood for these games, not since being pissed on and beaten up again.

"If you don't want to listen then fine but I'm right," Koschei insisted as he moved towards the bathroom, happy to get clean again. "Tom did this, like he does everything. I mean I'm sorry but isn't this a little easy? You make a friend that isn't him and suddenly I become some weird date-rapey nutter?"

Just the sort of set up he always suffered in this place. He could never be normal if Tom was there to twist things.

Great. Just great. Barty turned to the side and put his knife down, opening his wardrobe because he was beginning to seriously hate being almost naked during this conversation.

"Doesn't really matter. You could have fucked me even without drugging me, right? I'm not sure when exactly you think we became friends, but take a shower already and stop insulting me." He put on a sweater, which was weird because he didn't bother with a shirt first and still wasn't wearing anything but a towel on his lower half, but at least he was a bit more covered.

"You are only making this worse."

"Well, I could of!" Koschei complained, throwing his hands up. Why was that a bad thing? Mutual liking of each other was nice. "Don't hold a grudge, I didn't mean it as an insult. Just -- just believe what I say. Tom set me up and now I look like the villain. And I'm not, you know? Villains don't tend to get pissed on!"

The last words were said with a lot of venom and he hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He made quick work of getting both in and out of the shower, scrubbing at the annoying words plastered on his head. If he was in Tom position, he would of done so much more, he would of been much better at ruling this place. But here he was, always bottom of the pile.

Once he was sure he smelled fresher and less like a toilet, he swiftly wrapped a towel around him and push the door open. "You may as well bin the uniform I left in there, it's unusable now."

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