standsonhigh | High school AU open post

"Oh, you have to be kidding me? Now you chose to turn up. Now. You really are a waste of a teacher," Koschei growled, unable to not be angry as he was grasped by his jacket and dragged off towards the office, Tom walking calmly behind them. That little shit, he knew this would happen, he baited him again.

"Koschei, I'm sure I don't have to remind you to watch your manners or I will call your parents."

With a loud sigh, he looked behind him at Barty, unable to muster a smile for him. What was happening lately? Why didn't he have any luck? Maybe -- Maybe he should try telling after all? Or transfer.

Anything to get Tom out of his life.

Barty trailed along behind them, actually unsure whether he was supposed to come or not. He tried a smile for Koschei, but he was still feeling overwhelmed by how fast everything had happened. He could have happily lived on not knowing what a kisser Tom was. And he didn't want Koschei to be punished for this.

"It's alright," Tom said to him while the teacher was watching, putting an arm over his shoulder, "It only hurts a little bit. I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Fuck you," Barty snarled quietly while the teacher opened the door to the office and spoke with someone inside.

"You're mine," Tom replied, very matter of fact.

Koschei was made to come into the office first, sat down alone and spoken to rather harshly about how he can't just lash out like that. All the while, Koschei fidgeted, wanting to know what Tom was doing out there with Barty. It was driving him insane and he couldn't take it much longer.

"Tom got his friends to hang me yesterday," Koschei muttered finally, looking down at his shoes in annoyance. He knew they'd never believe him, not now, but if he tried then at least he could show Barty that it wasn't an option. "They tried to kill me."

"Koschei, this is a very serious allegation. You can't just --"

"Ask Theta, ask Rose. I was stuck out there half the night, on my tip toes, trying to prevent being hung," he interjected, pulling down his collar to present the wound around his neck. There was no denying that he'd had some considerable neck trauma. "I swear, on my life, that Tom tried to kill me."

Not that it'd help but he tried.

Not long after, Tom was called into the office and Barty ended up sitting next to a very sulky Koschei, while looking quite spooked himself. The things Tom had said to him weren't exactly the type to improve his mood. He stared at the door, licking his lips and wishing this would just be over already so he at least knew what would happen.

"Was hot, though," he finally muttered, keeping his voice down just in case, "Seeing you that angry."

"Of course I was angry, he was kissing you. Nothing gives him that right over you," Koschei insisted angrily, still feeling a certain amount of rage swirling around inside him. Because he knew something bad was going to happen, again, thanks to this fight. And he had detention for a week. And that asshole was kissing Barty.

Barty was his, Tom wasn't allowed to even touch him. "Still think we should kill the bastard?"

"If it helps you any, I'm pretty sure Tom's asexual." Not that he'd exactly put it above him to just have sex anyway, merely to prove a point. Which was kind of a scary thought. He'd never pictured himself as the type to be sexually assaulted, but he supposed the kiss kind of qualified for that. "And it wasn't a good kiss." Which was a bit of a lie, but Barty was pretty sure it counted as a white lie.

"I still think so. Because it would get us into trouble for the rest of our lives."

"That makes it worse, he's using you. You're just some tool to him, you can't let him do that to you," It was completely wrong and he wouldn't stand for it. He had some very odd affection for Barty and he didn't want someone else to be all over him. Sometimes he just really hated this situation, it was so much easier when he didn't have people to worry about.

"If we got away with it, it'd never be an issue again. But as it stands now? He will kill me. And no one will ever believe it was him."

"What do you want me to do? I won't let him... Fuck, you know I won't let him do any of that. I'd have pushed him away before, too, if you hadn't interrupted. Not that I mind that you interrupted, but you know." Barty rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, suddenly even more agitated. What was he doing here? Plotting murder? He didn't even think it would do any good.

"People will believe it was you. If you kill him. So. How?"

"Barty, do you actually think you have power here? You couldn't stop him if you tried," Koschei pointed out, he always said he wouldn't let things happen but there was no way to stop them. Where was he the night he'd gotten hung? Handcuffed to his bed and banned from leaving. The next time, he'd probably be drowned in a toilet or something.

If he was going to die, he wanted to die with dignity. And take Tom down with him. "I don't care if I get caught. Let them catch me. I won't care if he's dead, I'll have peace then. All I want in this world is to watch his eyes as I end his life, to see something akin to fear in them."

"Yeah, I do. I managed to protect you sometimes, didn't I? Tom wants to use me, you said it yourself, so he'd not risk alienating me completely and you know from personal experience how much it pisses me off when a bloke gets me off." Barty sighed and shook his head. "But I know I can't do much for you. Make it worse, maybe."

He looked down at the floor and listened to Koschei, feeling worse and worse with every word until he finally managed to make himself turn his head to look at him. "I'd have hoped there'd be a bit more you want in this world."

Koschei sighed and dropped his head into his hands, running his fingers through his hair. "You don't understand Barty, you never could. This level of hate, to want someone dead so much that you can't stop thinking about it endlessly. And every time you do, the guilt starts and you feel like you're slowly losing your mind? Because it hurts, it does, to know that he's made me this."

He used to be such a nice boy, capable of so much more. Then Tom started and here he was, an unhinged young man ready to throw his life away from murder. "I want you, Barty, I do. But I can't have you until he's gone."

"Right." Barty hid his face in his hands because he was starting to realize that even if they finished school, even if Tom was gone, hell, even if Tom was dead, there was this something in Koschei that he really wasn't sure about. It was Tom's fault, he supposed, but that didn't really help matters.

"I don't know how to help you, Koschei." He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to help him, either. Although. Maybe it would be alright if he... If Koschei wouldn't become a murderer. He could do it. He could.

"You like me, yeah?"

"You can't help me," Koschei confessed, knowing very well that he was a lost cause by this point but he wasn't afraid. He knew that all too well and he didn't care really. But if Tom was gone, it'd be better, he could make it better. He and Barty would be happy, they could start that little life of theirs. It'd be wonderful.

"Course I like you. That's why I did what I did."

"Jump Tom like that?" Barty chuckled, shaking his head. "It was very macho of you, I'll give you that." He reached over, because no one was watching right now and because he didn't think he'd get to again any time soon and grabbed Koschei's hand. "I'd help you, if I could. Help us. You know that, right?"

He frowned and shifted a little closer. "And it doesn't matter what he says or does. I'm not his. I don't want to be his. I'll never be his. Alright?"

"Oh please, have you met me, I'm super macho," he teased playfully, gripping Barty's hand tight. He was going to help him? That definitely made him grin. He seriously did love the idea of them mutually agreeing to destroy that bastard. Maybe that made him slightly disturbed but he didn't care. That was romantic to him.

"I get it, it's okay. We'll fix this, we will," Koschei insisted, holding on tight until the door open. Then he had to drop the hand, looking up at the teacher who had a rather fixed look on her face.

"Koschei, we've spoken to Tom and it seems you boys have been having a lot of issues. I suggest you start avoiding each other," Oh yes, genius solution to a problem from hell. Koschei resisted saying anything smart. "Now, go back to your rooms and I'll see you at detention tomorrow at four."

High school AU open post

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