SOOOOOO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! We left earlier than expected on Friday, so I couldn’t upload another chapter. Also, thanks you so much for those who have commented on the story and supported it, it means a lot to me. Here it is now. Enjoy.

“Come on man,” I try, nudging Miles slightly, “You gotta at least try to talk to him.”
Ever since we left class, I have been trying to get Miles to talk to Kobra. They have been life-long friends, and it would kill them to just end their friendship over a petty fight like that. I am trying to get Miles to at least face him, but he seems dead set on hating him for the remainder of his like.
“Look,” He snaps, folding his arms and looking away, “I am not going to talk to him, EVER!”
“Come on,” I urge, he can’t be serious, “You’re acting like you are five, and I know what a five year old you acts like.”
“I DON’T CARE!” He yells, balling his hands into fists, “HE UPSET ME! TOLD THE WHOLE CLASS THAT THING! I HATE HIM!”
I sigh, knowing I’m not going to get much out of him.
“Fine,” I say, throwing my hands up, “Suit yourself. But what is going to happen when we all meet up with his family for the fourth of July and New Year’s?”
“I’ll avoid him,” He says cockily.
“You’re impossible,” I groan, leaning against the lockers.
He is silent.
We stay like that, him frowning, myself scrolling through twitter. Apparently in Mikey’s freak out this morning, he posted on twitter that something happened to Kobra and if anyone knew any information to message him immediately. He later posted that they found him, and that all my not be well, but at least they know he is safe. I feel really bad. Ever since he was born, Mikey has always tried to make sure Kobra has nothing but the best, and here he is, calling his dad a drug addict, saying he hates him, and god knows what else. Mikey never wanted a kid, as he was too scared to screw up, but after a while, our dad’s convinced him, as Kristin always had a dream of have children with the one she loved, and now, Kobra is making Mikey believe what he feared.
“Ha,” I turn to see Miles laughing, “Someone really needed the toilet.”
“Excuse me,” I frown, wondering if he finally lost it, “What the fuck are you banging on about?”
“Some kid just ran down the halls, straight up the stairs.”
I look at him weirdly, as if someone really need the toilet, they would use the first floor ones, but I don’t tell him that as at least he is happy now.
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The bell shrill ring sounds across the halls, and Miles groans, flopping to the floor.
“I don’t wanna face him,” Miles mumbles lying face first on the ground.
“Get up,” I say, kicking him slightly, “Ya do know you’re lying on a PUBLIC school floor.”
He jumps up with a shriek, causing me to roll my eyes. Stupid kid.
“Well, have fun with Kobra,” I glare, folding my arms across my chest, “Oh wait, you won’t, because you deny him your friendship.”
“Fuck you Toro,” Miles glares before turning and walking away.
I flip him off, before I walk up the stairs towards my class. I have Spanish now, and I fucking hate that class. I have no idea why I chose it, but I did. I thought if I become famous in the future, I would travel the world on tour, and if I knew how to speak a langue it would be easier. I really regret it now. Maybe I can get out of class? I’ll try it.
I walk into the room, and supress a groan. Mrs Muldoon is our teacher today as I guess Mrs Holmes is away. Great, getting out of class will be harder than I thought.
“Mr Toro,” Her shrill voice scratches my eardrums, “Where is your Spanish book?”
I look down and realise I don’t have it. With all the commotion with Miles and Kobra, I forgot to go and get it from my locker. Bingo.
“Oh Mrs,” I say, acting apologetic, “I forgot it.”
“WELL GO GET IT!” She yells at me, before muttering something in Spanish, “I’ll mark you here.”
Check, check, and check. I win.
“Thank you,” I say, before I rush out of the room, down the halls, and up the stairs to the top floor. I can hide in the bathroom there, no one ever goes in there unless they want to ditch or hide. Not many people really do that anyways.
I slip into the bathroom and sigh. I am free. I walk over to the gross sinks, lean on them, and take out my phone.
‘Jst gt out of Spanish, m8.’
I send the text to Miles and Kobra, before I put my phone away. I look around the dingy bathroom, before my eyes stop on something. I pale. Sticking out from one of the stalls is a hand. Either someone wants to hide a body, or the person just fell asleep, but I ain’t taking any chances.
I run out of the bathroom, and down the hall to the closest classroom. I bash on the door, frantically, fear on my face. I male teacher I don’t know the name of opens the door.
“Can I help you?” He says, clearly annoyed I am interrupting.
“I, there,” I stutter, still in shock, “There is a body in the boy’s bathroom!”
The class of freshmen scream.
“WHAT WHERE?!” He screams at me, shock now on his face.
“This floor, come,” I blurt out, pulling him from the classroom and running down the halls.
I run into the bathroom, the teacher hot on my heels, and walk over to the stall.
“There,” I pant, pointing to the hand.
“Step back,” I am told, and I do so, “I am going to knock the door down.”
He bashes to the door with his shoulder a few times, alerting people outside, and gathering a crowded, before the door opens. I pale.
“K-Kobra?” I stutter.
His face is pale and breathing uneven. He’s had a panic attack.
“You know the kid,” The teacher says, leaning down next to him.
“Yeah,” I say, still shocked, “He is one of my friends.”
“Right,” He says, placing a hand on his forehead, probably checking for a temperature, “Do you know of any medical conditions he has? Anything that may of caused this?”
“He has anxiety,” I tell him truthfully, “He and one of our other friends got into an argument today, and so I think he may have had a panic attack.”
The teacher doesn’t respond, he just lifts him up into his arms, and stands up.
“I am going to go take him down to the office,” He tells me, Kobra safely in his arms, “What is his names?”
“Kobra Gerard Way,” I say quickly, still very much in shock, “Is he going to be okay?”
“Yeah,” He tells me, “I am going to take him down and call his parents. Now, how about you go back to class.”
“Okay,” I say, running out of the bathroom and back to class.
I reach the class, and walk in, still very pale in the face.
“Mr Toro,” I turn to face Mrs Muldoon, “Where is your book?”

Notes

This was 1280 words long. Sorry for the short chapter, and again, sorry for the wait. The next few chapters won’t be in Kobra’s P.O.V but in others. Thy will mainly just be fillers, with the next one being in Mikey’s. I don’t know how well the Panic Attack and everything will work, but it is need to keep the plot flowing. Okay, that’s it for now BBBBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!