He shuts his book and the bell rings. "thank Mother Teresa. Now I can finally go somewhere else." I groan, and look at Sawyer. "Screw this, you don't want to have me as a Hufflebuddy any way. I'm gonna go practice a bad habit Jason shared with me. Peace. " I say, flashing the symbol, and start to walk away. "Bloody hell, thanks for giving up on me like everyone else." I hear him sniffle then I hear him running down the hall to his next class or something. "Bloody Fucking Hell!" I say, I consider going after him. But I'd rather go smoke with Jason, It's about the right time. So he should be on the owlerys roof. "Hey man, what's up?" He asks when I get to the roof, he hands me a smoke and lights it for me, With his pinky… I'm such a liar, he's the one who taught me. I glare at the owls. "Fucking Sawyer, Shit, life is a real piece of work." I say, as he walks up beside me. "The kid is damage i'm telling you, just let him fuck his life over." I glare at him
"Even if I would, I can't. Haven't you heard, I'm his Hufflepuff buddy. Not like he wants that though, so it might not last long." Even though I'm being rude Jason just nods and listens. "Did I mention how good it is that you actually Fucking transferred. I mean a bets a bet, but…" He laughs and takes a drag of his cigarette. "Doesn't he have a class right now?" I chuckle. "How the fuck am I to know? Do I look like Mother Teresa, or something? We got in a fight, and I needed a cigarette." He holds his hands up in surrender. "Just asking because he has second period with Remus." I groan. "Of all the fucking classes for me to miss… Shit! He better not tell my sister, she'll castrate me with a rusty spoon." I groan again, and he chuckles. "Dude you better get going, the moment she realizes you're not there, you're a goner." I laugh, "Not if I stay beside you forever, she's scared to make a bad impression. That fool, she can't even tell You're gay." I chuckle. "Hudson, are you okay, you seem… cold?" I groan. "I just need to relax and unwind…" I trail off, grinding out my cigarette butt. "Not even that, you just seem mad and hurt." I cough. "Oh no, not you too...please no Zen life lesson shit." I groan. And then I notice blood on my shirt. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" I shout. Jason kills his cigarette and walks over to me. "What the hell is happening?" He asks. Then he sees my shirt. It's side has become slick with blood. "What's wrong dude, what's on your shirt?" I stare at it in surprise. "I think It's Fucking blood." I say. He goes to move it, and it makes a squishing sound as it comes away. "Dude I think you broke the stitches." He takes of his jacket and wraps it around me. "What do we do?" I was about to reply, but I was suddenly dizzy. I slumped against him, and the next thing I know I'm in a bed. The room smells of disinfectant, and I hear voices. But I can't make out what their saying. "Will he be okay?" Someone asks, "He should be fine, it's a good thing you got there when you did though." I cough, And try to sit up. "Woah, don't sit up, you lost a lot of blood." I blink a few times and try to make out which ones real. Cause I see of them. And the only way there's two similar looking frames of two guys is if Sawyer and Jason are both standing there..