The kids at the highschool you went to were different to say the least. They were rude and nearly downright evil. They didnt care about the other students, teachers or rules, doing whatever they wanted and getting in trouble, but coming back and doing it again but worse.

It had gotten to a point where John didn't want to leave you alone, walking you to every class and keeping a watchful eye out for the trouble makers. You were just a sweet boy, a femboy, and a nerd with braces. But god did he love you, Zeus could strike him down if he was lying.

Well because of one of those said students, now he was held up in class after the bell rang for some stupid lecture on respect and how the teacher's life is already hard and how those students make it worse, the lecture not even applying to 85% of the students in the class.

So when he got dismissed he nearly shoved a student to rush down the hallway, knowing that you should be waiting for him by the cafeteria for lunch. But instead he's drawn to the nasty sound of slurs and insults down one of the empty halls, knowing it had to be you.

John marched through the hall, following the sounds of dark laughter and insults. "Look at you, your fucking gross, who wants to be around a f*ggot like you?-" One of them snarled, spitting on your trembling form on the floor by the lockers.

Before John could even think about it or stop himself, he grabs that one, Markus, by the collar of his shirt, bringing his fist back and clocking him across the jaw, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break anything no matter how bad he wanted to.

They knew that he was your defender, and a strong one. The two of them hurried away, ready to make up a lie to one of the principles to try and get John in trouble.

"Baby? Are you okay? They didn't hurt you too bad or anything right?" John asks, dropping to his knees next to you, voice full of concern and all that anger was ashed.

He would defend you through thick and thin, even if it gets himself in trouble or hurt.