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The board was covered in Schlatt’s messy handwriting, the entire classroom forced to balance multitasking between writing notes down and catching Schlatt’s monologue as people typed away on their computers.
Quackity’s eyes weren’t even on the computer screen, with his reading glasses on his nose, he kept them planted on the board and ears open to catch Schlatt’s speech.
Then Quackity felt a piece of paper hit the side of his head. Frowning, he looked down at the paper, then up and heard the faint snickering a few seats behind him.
He took a deep breath and turned back to his notes, trying to focus on Schlatt’s lecture.
Then another piece of paper hit him and landed by his hand.
Quackity sighed and took it, opening it up and saw a colorful slur written on it. He crumpled it up and turned back to the lecture.
Then he felt the tap of another piece of paper, brushed it off his desk and ignored it. Then another tap hit his hand, and when he ignored it, he was only rewarded with another paper ball against his head.
With his patience growing short and his annoyance growing bigger, Quackity grabbed the paper and unfolded it, all in hope it would satisfy whoever his tormentor was.
The words were a lot more than just a colorful slur.
His brain kept telling him to crumble it up, ignore the note and just focus on the lecture again, but his hand’s wouldn’t move. He must have been staring at it for too long, cause Schlatt’s monologue came to a halt and instead his professor cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, Pumpkin, but is there something you wanna share with the rest of us?” Schlatt’s voice then caught his attention. And looking up, he saw that everyone was staring at him.
"I don’t like note passing in my class, Pumpkin” Schlatt said with a dissatisfied frown, and Quackity’s cheeks went red with embarrassment.
"Sorry sir” Quackity folded the paper in his hand closed again.
"No, no. Let’s see what is so much more exciting than secured transactions” Schlatt said and waved Quackity down to his desk, a few of the other people struggling to muffle their snickers.
"Come on, Pumpkin, you’re already wasting our time, don’t waste more of it” Schlatt said.
Quackity felt so embarrassed as he got out of his seat and headed down the steps to where Schlatt was standing in front of the class. Quackity handed him the note and looked at his feet.
Schlatt unfolded it and read it with a raised eyebrow.
"I bet you take dick in both ends, you cocksucking fairy faggot” “Schlatt read out loud and looked at Quackity again. Quackity tried to ignore the few snickers he heard come from Wilbur’s side of the room.
"Did you write this, Pumpkin?” Schlatt asked with a raised eyebrow, looking him over.
"No professor” Quackity shook his head.
"Do you know who did” Schlatt then asked, looking at Quackity and not the classroom. Quackity shifted on his feet and shook his head again.
"Very well. Sit down” Schlatt waved him off.
Quackity walked up the stairs and climbed back up to his seat, wanting the world to swallow him whole.
Schlatt looked at the classroom, still holding the note in his hand.
"I don’t believe there's any reason for me to mention how incredibly unprofessional and childish this is” Schlatt started, holding the note up before walking back to his desk.
"Like I said at the start of our first class. I don’t care what you feel, or what you know. And that includes your personal opinions” Schlatt crumbled the note in his hand and threw it out in the bin next to his desk.
"But this is unacceptable” Schlatt said.
"If you wish to make it in my class, I expect you to have the ability to distance yourself from something as petty and disgusting as insults and slurs. And to whoever wrote this, do note you will not get any work that is worthwhile with views like these” he said.
“And if I catch any more insults directed at your fellow classmates, there will be consequences” Schlatt warned and picked up the chalk again and turned back to his board to write a new note and picking up his monologue once again.
Quackity placed his hands back on his computer, starting to type in the new note. But it was done, Quackity felt so embarrassed and his face felt hot with shame.
He felt another tap against his head and saw the paper ball land next to his seat. He sighed and picked it up, unfolding it and read the next cruel message.
‘Snitching teacher’s pet’.
Quackity crumbled it up and put his focus back on his computer. He clicked on his discord and clicked on Charlie’s icon.
Quackity The Law Major : hey Charlie. Do you mind coming by my class when you’re done with yours? I don’t feel safe.
(Today at 11:13 am)
Quackity clicked back on his document and looked back up at the board, seeing the tower of notes he had now lost track of. Then he saw the notification from Charlie pop up on his screen.
Charlie The Athletics Major : of course. I can be outside by 11:55.
(Today at 11:15 am)
Quackity The Law Major : Thanks
(Today at 11:15 am)
………….
Quackity can take it. He has experienced worse.
Quackity was sure he could take this and wait it out.
At least he thought so, until he came home to his dorm, stepping up the stairs and seeing his door had been vandalized.
In black spraypaint, someone had written ‘Faggot’ along with a wide selection of other nasty words and genitalia. The insults were in a wide variety, going from sexualizing insults, homophobic comments and slurs on his hispanic looks.
It took a lot for Quackity to pull out his keys and get inside, feeling like everyone knew and was laughing at him. As soon as he was inside, he called Sam. He needed help, he needed someone to help him get rid of this and to take over the situation.
Not even an hour later, Sam was coming up the stairs, Charlie, Fundy and Foolish right behind him and looking in horror as Quackity sat on the floor with his door open, scrubbing against the dried spray paint with a bucket of dish soap.
"Fucking assholes” Quackity mumbled along with a string of curse words as he scrubbed at his door, water dripping down his arms and making his rolled up sleeves wet.
"I’m not paying 500 dollars for being called a slur. Fucking bitch ass dickbags” Quackity said and threw the sponge in the bucket of water.
"Why do I have to pay? I didn’t do it” Quackity asked no one, just needing to rant.
"Hey, it’s okay. We’ll get it off and forget about it” Sam reassured him, standing over him to scrub at a drawing of a dick in the top corner.
"My wallet is not gonna forget about it. If this gets reported to the Dean’s office, I am fucking screwed” Quackity looked up at Sam.
"We’ll get it taken care of” was all Sam said to reassure him.
"Have you never been bullied before?” Fundy asked, typing on his phone. He had been put to work on finding better ways to get the spray paint off, because hot water and dish soap was not making much progress.
"I’m a gay hispanic teen. Of course I have” Quackity glared at him.
"But I dated the running back, my best friends was the quarterback and receiver of my high school’s football team. So I was pretty much protected from the bullies by default” Quackity shrugged.
"I’ve just never experienced something as bad as this” Quackity mumbled, scrubbing harder at the big F on his door.
“When I was in highschool I used to be fat” Foolish commented as he dipped his sponge in the water. Everyone turned to look at him, almost like they didn’t believe Foolish, the 6’5 foot tall and muscular mountain of a man, used to be fat.
"You were fat?” Fundy asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah, I got bullied a lot for it. I used to be called all kinds of names, like fatass, fart machine. They were really into pointing out how greasy my hair was” Foolish shared, stranding up again to his full height.
"Trust me, this will pass. You’ve just gotten on people’s radars, and if you just ignore them, they’ll get bored” Foolish promised as he looked at Quackity on the floor.
"Doesn’t really change the fact a slur is written on my door and if I don’t get it off I'm gonna have to pay 500 dollars to repair it” Quackity turned back to the door, grabbing his sponge and scrubbing at it again.
"How did you like, go from fat to like, this” Fundy asked, still looking over Foolish.
"I had a grow spurt during senior year, started taking better care of myself, and then I met Sam and Ponk, they helped me a out a lot with making a diet and exercise routine that fit me” Foolish smiled.
"Doesn’t mean we didn’t love your love handles, but you being happy is much better” Sam smiled next to him.
"When I was in high school the other kids would scream if I touched them. It was fun” Charlie spoke up from his spot next to Quackity.
"Why?” Foolish asked.
“They used to say I was a radioactive germ that evolved to take over the world. It was a really funny joke” Charlie chuckled.
“Charlie, you make me so unbelievably sad sometimes,” Fundy commented before looking back at his phone.
"Hey, Foolish and Charlie are very brave to tell us about their past experiences, and Quackity needs our support, so if you don’t wanna say anything to contribute, zip it” Sam warned him.
"Hey for your information, I was bullied too” Fundy spun around in Quackity’s desk chair.
"It’s not easy being eleven and ginger” Fundy said, using his legs to kick himself into another spin in the chair.
"Have you ever been bullied, Sam the architecture major?” Charlie asked and looked up at him.
"Um, not exactly. I used to be a bully” Sam confessed, crouching down to wet his sponge in the slowly cooling water bucket.
"Really? but you’re so… nice” Fundy asked, the chair slowing its spin.
"Why were you a bully?” Quackity asked, looking up at Sam as he stood up to his full height.
“I was a troubled kid. Turns out denying who you are can make you a very angry person” Sam said, looking rather ashamed as he started to scrub at a fainting penis on the door.
"I was fourteen, my parents were getting a messy divorce, my dad kept weaponizing me to hurt my mom, my anger issues were out of hand and I was not very open to the idea of me actually being gay” Sam started to explain.
"There was this girl” Sam didn’t look at any of them as he scrubbed at the door.
“Lizzie, she was a really heavy kid, bucket teeth, openly claiming she was bi, liked cartoons and… she was a very easy target for me” Sam said.
"I bullied her relentlessly, I… I don’t really wanna talk about” Sam admitted, his voice shaking a bit.
"But I was very cruel to her. To the point she transferred schools” Sam said.
"What made you change?” Quackity asked.
"Therapy” Sam answered and took a deep breath.
"After the car accident with Ponk, I was not dealing very well with the aftermath, so I got put into therapy and it helped me a lot. I regret the person I used to me” Sam looked down at Quackity.
"Have you ever… apologized?” Quackity asked.
“I tried. Before I moved here for college I sent Lizzie a letter. I told her how sorry I was for how I treated her, explained my issues and how awful I felt for taking it out on her. I wrote down my number if she wants me to apologize in person. I didn’t wanna force her to see me again” Sam nodded.
"And?” Quackity blinked.
"I haven’t heard from her, but last I heard she was doing great” Sam turned back to the door
"No one is born evil” Sam continued on to say as he moved the soapy sponge over the door.
"Just like no one is born good” he scrubbed harder.
"We all get to choose who we want to be” Sam looked down at Quackity.
"And Wilbur chose to be an entitled asshole. That’s not your fault” he assured him.
"I guess” Quackity mumbled and looked back at the spray paint on his door.
"It’s just really hard to deal with right now” Quackity put the sponge back on the door.
"We know. But we have your back” Sam reached a hand down and rested it on Quackity’s shoulder.
"Hey” Fundy spoke up, getting their attention again.
"I found something that might help. It says here that making a paste out of hot water and baking soap should make the paint peel right off, but I don’t know if that's only for garage doors” Fundy said as he read off his phone.
“Well, it’s worth a shot” Foolish said as he stepped back and looked over the barely fading spray paint.
“I don’t own any baking soda. Guess I have to run to the grocery store” Quackity dumped his sponge in the bucket.
“Yeah” Fundy looked down at his phone again.
“Do you guys wanna order a pizza? If we’re going out we might as well get dinner” Fundy suggested as he closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket.
“Would that cheer you up, Quackity?” Fundy asked.
Quackity sighed and looked over at Fundy with a small nod.
“It would” he admitted.
“Let’s go then” Sam nodded.
…………..
Friday night couldn’t roll around fast enough, it was the only thing keeping Quackity going right now.
The thought of date night was like the light at the end of a long, cruel and wet tunnel.
Quackity’s phone had been buzzing almost constantly, texts of all kinds of nature popping up on his screen. And it only seemed like fighting it was making it worse. He was being sent dick pics one minute and the next he got a death threat.
The hidden homophobes hated him and the community Quackity was supposed to feel safe with, were sexualizing him.
Quackity didn’t even know if these people were real.
Quackity had been approached face to face a few times and requested to do stuff which he, apparently, declined rudely. But it was so much worse and extreme over the phone.
Sitting in front of his computer, his reading glasses rested on his nose as he waited for Karl and Sapnap to join the VC. The soft tapping of rain against his window was comforting as he looked at his webcam and messed with his hair.
He looked tired.
“Hey Q!” Two smiling faces popped up on the screen, and it made Quackity’s heart soar.
“Hey you two” he smiled back at them.
“Oooh we’re getting lucky today, you’re wearing your cute glasses” Karl squealed excitedly. It wasn’t like Quackity didn’t use them, he just didn’t feel like wearing them outside class.
It made him look dorky, which Karl enjoyed a bit too much in his opinion.
“Only because I’m nursing a migraine right now” Quackity huffed, reaching for his water bottle.
“You look tired” Sapnap commented and Quackity laughed.
“Wow thanks, just the thing any guy wants to hear on date night” Quackity tried to play it off.
“No, you know what I mean” Sapnap said and looked at him with those dark eyes.
“Are you okay?” He then asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine” Quackity said, and yet didn’t look them in the eyes as he said it.
“Quackity, we worry about you” Karl stepped in.
“It’s fine. We got the paint off my door and the dean’s office hasn’t contacted me yet about damages, everything’s fine” Quackity insisted and shook his head, like he was shaking the thoughts out of his head.
“I’m fine. Just… tell me what’s happening over there with you. How’s the situation with Punz?” Quackity asked instead, wanting to change the topic before he could think more about it.
"It’s… a situation” Sapnap offered, sounding reluctant to change the topic.
"Our friendship is not coming back, but we’re getting along. They’re trying out they / them pronounces right now. But they say they wanna keep their name the same, at least for now” Sapnap shrugged.
“That’s nice, I’m glad they’re doing better” Quackity nodded, like he was trying to make the conversation sound normal and natural.
“Quackity we don’t have to ignore it” Karl tried again.
"Maybe I want to ignore it” Quackity pulled on his sleeve, looking down at his hands.
“Quackity, that’s not healthy” Karl sighed.
"Well maybe I don’t wanna think about how I am being sexualized and hated for it while on date night” Quackity snapped at him.
"...It’s getting worse… isn’t it?” Karl asked and Quackity felt his eyes glaze over.
Quackity pulled his sleeves down over his hands and leaned back in his chair, pulling his legs up and crossing his arms.
"What’s going on?” Sapnap asked with a frown.
"Don’t shut us out again, please” he pleaded.
Quackity didn’t look at the screen, too embarrassed to face them as he mumbled something under his breath.
"What?” Karl asked.
"Someone grabbed my ass, okay?” Quackity said louder.
"I was talking with Charlie earlier and someone just came up, grabbed my ass and told me he’d pay fifty bucks to suck him off. He said it in the hall, where everyone could hear it, and he said it right in front of Charlie” Quackity said frustrated.
"I keep thinking it can’t get any more humiliating, and then something else happens” Quackity buried his head in his arms.
"I’m constantly getting DM’s and texts from people who wants to fuck me and people who wants to beat me up, I privated my instagram, then it happened on facebook, then on twitter, now it’s my texts. I don't know how they have my number” Quackity ranted, sounding like he was on the brink of tears.
"Have you thought about getting a new phone number? it would stop all the spam calling?” Sapnap asked, watching Quackity with sad eyes.
"I don’t have a job, I can’t just spend like forty bucks to change my number. I have like two hundred to buy groceries for a month and my parents are in control of my money and I can't tell them what’s going on” Quackity said, looking up at the screen again.
"I’m sure your parents would understand” Karl tried.
“Karl, I would rather die than explain how people think I'm a gay prostitute” Quackity said.
It was a sudden movement as Sapnap grabbed his phone. Quackity watched him type on the phone before seeing his thumb swiped over the screen and not a second later Quackity heard a ding from his phone.
Picking it up, Quackity saw a notification from Venmo telling him Sapnap had sent him fifty dollars.
“Sapnap…” Quackity frowned.
"No. If you send that back I'm just gonna send it again” Sapnap pointed a finger at the screen.
"But it’s your money, you shouldn't pay for me” Quackity denied.
“I have a job, I'll earn that back in like half a shift. And even if I didn’t, I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you getting harassed if I can help” Sapnap shook his head.
“Tomorrow you are gonna change your phone number and give yourself some peace from all the shit that’s happening” Sapnap said sternly and Quackity could only nod.
“Thank you” Quackity said in a small voice.
“Anything for you” Sapnap just said back, his mouth turning up in a soft comforting smile.
God Quackity wished he could lean in and rest his head on Sapnap’s shoulder, just rest his head and close his eyes, feel Karl mess with his hair as the world kept spinning elsewhere.
Then something slammed against his window and he jumped in his chair, looking towards the glass and seeing a wet brown spot was plastered over it.
“What was that?!” Sapnap’s voice sounded concerned, the only thing breaking through the roaring beat of Quackity’s heart in his ears.
“I don’t know” Quackity answered as he got out of his chair and stepped over to the window, trying to look outside into the rain.
It was intentional. Quackity lived on the top floor of the dorm building, there was no way that chunk of dirt had been thrown that hard and high by accident. At least Quackity wanted to think it was dirt, not really able to stomach what else it could be. Either way, Quackity wasn’t opening his window to check it was dirt.
Looking down at the football field, he saw no one. No culprit running away in heavy rain. It was absolutely vacant of life.
“Quackity? Is everything alright?” Karl’s voice broke through his thoughts.
Quackity stepped back from the window, grabbing his curtains and rolling them down. He chose to hope the heavy rain would wash it away so Quackity could ignore it.
“I’m fine” Quackity said, his voice on autopilot.
“That sounded so loud. Maybe you should call for someone” Sapnap suggested, trying to look past the screen, as if he could lean in and see the window through the webcam.
“I’m fine” Quackity just repeated and sat down
"Can we please just watch a movie?” was all Quackity asked as he turned back to the screen.
“My headache is getting worse” he mumbled.
Sapnap and Karl looked scared on his behalf, like they could see a murder behind Quackity with a dull ax and Quackity had simply chosen to ignore his impending doom.
But it was pretty clear Quackity’s headspace was not optimal for discussions anymore. All they could do was comfort him.
“Sure…”
………..
Quackity can’t be alone anymore.
He’s too scared to walk alone, he’s scared to be alone in his dorm. He’s scared and he hates to admit it.
He needs to text Bad and ask for a refill on his pills. When Bad first handed him that pink prescription he told Quackity not to take the pills regularly. But now Quackity went from taking one maybe once a week to taking one practically everyday. He was on his last sheet, and running out of them sounded like a nightmare.
Quackity was ashamed he had to text his friends constantly, asking them to follow him to and from class, spending more time at their places than his own. He had slept in Charlie’s bed more than his own for the past week, which didn’t make his image look any better.
He had found out the hard way that people didn’t hate Charlie, they just found him uncomfortable to be around. A group of girls had tried to tell Charlie he didn’t have to be around a manipulative asshole like Quackity, and when Charlie tried to speak up he was treated like the ‘mentally challenged’ kid, that didn’t know any better and Quackity was just using him.
Quackity didn’t know if he found it disgusting or reassuring, that people didn’t hate Charlie and yet refused to see him as a person.
Charlie was his best friend, and knowing people were telling him to cut Quackity off from his life was heartbreaking.
It was all eating away at his brain, the stares, the laughing, the hateful comments, the notes, the slurs, the offers and rumors circulating. It was every nightmare Quackity had almost a year ago but worse.
Normally Sam and Foolish studied through their lunch breaks, but now they insisted on sitting with the rest of the poker club, just to make Quackity feel a little safer.
Quackity was stirring a green pesto pasta dish around with his fork, trying to find his appetite as Fundy’s voice clouded his ears, complaining about some code his class was struggling with.
He was so tired.
He had no doubt that the eyebags were setting in on his face. He was so tired all the time now, but sleep was so hard to find. Sleeping in Fundy and Charlie’s dorm helped, but he really just wanted to go home to California, sleep in Karl and Sapnap’s arms and pretend this wasn’t happening to him.
He was so lost in thought he didn’t even notice Charlie speaking to him.
“Quackity the law major?” Charlie waved a hand in front of him and managed to snap Quackity back to reality.
"Hm?” Quackity blinked as he looked up at Charlie’s smiling face.
“Quackity the law major, When do you wanna go rock climbing again? we haven’t gone in almost a month now ” Charlie asked, biting into his sandwich, a small tower of jello cups stacked in front of him.
"I don’t really know. I’m not really up for it” Quackity mumbled, looking down at his food again, stabbing one of the green pasta’s on his fork.
"We are going on Saturday at one pm then” Charlie then said while nodding his head, as if he was agreeing with Quackity.
“... Charlie I don’t know if I'm up for it” Quackity looked up at Charlie again, lowering his fork.
Charlie just looked back at him. There was a look in his eyes. It was the same look Charlie gave him months ago after they were mugged, when Quackity told them about his anxiety on the way to the police station.
But somehow it seemed more stern this time. Like an immovable object, unwilling to be swayed from its way.
"We can move it till two pm if that suits you better. But our lunch place might be closed once we’re done” Charlie spoke up again.
“Charlie… What are you telling me?” Quackity asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. It was like Charlie wasn't listening to him on purpose, ignoring the words coming out of his mouth.
“Quitting important activities is not good for the mind. Routine is reassuring” was all Charlie said before he stuffed his face with another bite of his sandwich. Quackity just blinked as he turned back to his own food.
Rock climbing wasn’t that important. Doing your school work and assignments is important. Washing your clothes is important. Buying groceries is important. But rock climbing is just a hobby he does with Charlie once or twice a month if he has the money for it.
Unless, that’s what Charlie meant by important? because it was something they did together for fun.
Quackity just kept staring at Charlie, watching his friend chew with a smile on his face, a smudge of yellow dressing at the corner of his mouth.
"One pm sounds fine” Quackity smiled back at him.
"Do you think we could share some of the fries at our burger place?” Quackity asked, taking a bite of his pasta.
"Sure, but I want the parmesan on top” Charlie nodded. It felt like a normal conversation, unburdened with any problems or rumors in their lives. A normal conversation like they used to have.
"Of course you do” Quackity chuckled, stabbing another green piece of pasta and lifting it to his mouth. And right as he thought he could pretend everything was fine, something hit the back of his head, causing him to choke on the piece of pasta in his mouth. An eaten apple core landing on the table before falling off.
He dropped his fork and started coughing, Fundy slapping his back in an attempt to help. They could see a group of boys laughing a few tables behind them.
"Seems like cock isn’t the only thing he chokes on!” one of them laughed as Quackity was finally able to breathe.
Fundy shot a glare over his shoulder before looking at Quackity.
"Are you okay?” he asked, looking at the back of Quackity’s head and grabbing a napkin to wipe off the mushy apple pieces on the back of Quackity’s beanie
"I’m fine” Quackity coughed a final time, slamming a fist against his chest.
"What do you guys think he had to do to get a group of guards like that? an orgy?” some guy from the group loudly commented, clearly wanting them to hear it.
"Just ignore them” Sam looked at Quackity.
"We should kick their ass” Fundy frowned as he looked at Sam.
"No. We’re better than that. Let’s just be adults and ignore them. They’ll get bored once they know they won’t get a reaction” Sam reasoned, looking at Quackity.
"Let’s just finish eating quickly and get you out of here, alright?” Sam said, and Quackity just nodded, grabbing his fork again.
Fundy muttered something under his breath before swirling his own fork in a plate of spaghetti. Quackity could still hear the group of strangers throw comments at them, and he really tried to let it fall on deaf ears.
"Maybe we can get the garlic mayo with the fries” Quackity tried to reignite the previous conversation with Charlie, wanting his mind off the present.
"I really liked it last time so…” and then Quackity looked up at Charlie again.
Something must have fallen over Charlie's mind, cause the look in his eyes was not the familiar happy glint or weird stare. Charlie had completely forgotten about that conversation and was staring down the laughing group of boys with nothing but anger.
“Charlie, just ignore them” Quackity mumbled.
But Charlie’s stare was a thousand yards away, looking right through Quackity. Then Charlie reached across the table, smacking his hand into Fundy’s spaghetti, grabbing at least a few of the meatballs.
"Hey!” Fundy yelled at him, but it fell on deaf ears.
And like a goliath, Charlie rose out of his seat, pulling his fist full of tomato sauce covered pasta back in perfect form before sending it flying across the dining hall.
Quackity turned in his seat and watched as it hit one of the guys in the back of his neck, red sauce splattering over his clothes and on the ground.
"Don’t you dare talk to Quackity the law major like that!” Charlie’s voice was so loud, like a roar across the dining hall.
The hall went quiet.
The guy turned around, flicked his hands to try and get the pasta and sauce off his hands.
"You wanna get your ass kicked, you queer?” the guy just asked, before another meatball went flying and hit him in the forehead. Quackity looked over at Fundy, seeing his hand covered in tomato sauce as well now.
"Shut the fuck up before I kick your ass first” Fundy warned.
“Alright, stop it you two” Sam warned Fundy and Charlie, getting out of his own seat.
“Sorry about that. Let’s all just be adults and-" Sam started to say before he got a sandwich thrown in his own face.
Quackity covered his mouth in a gasp as he saw the bread fall open, ruining Sam's green sweater with curry dressing. The group of guys were laughing across the hall and Quackity could practically see the thoughts going through Sam's mind, weighing the pros and the cons.
Sam took a mushy piece of tomato off his shoulder, and opened his eyes, the entire table knew what Sam's decision had landed on.
“Foolish” Sam said.
"Yes?” Foolish asked, all eyes on his boyfriend.
"Yogurt, if you please” Sam held his hand out and Foolish didn’t waste a second before handing him his greek yogurt.
As soon as that small container was in Sam's hand, all hell broke loose.
Sam sent it flying, covering the row of tables between their two groups in yogurt. And just like that, food started to fly, girls screeched as their hair and clothes were ruined, people running to get out of the way and others roaring in excitement as they threw food of their own. Security guards rushing in to try and break the food fight up, were only getting covered in all kinds of dairy and pasta sauce.
Fundy was armed with his own plate of spaghetti, yelling so many curses at them. Foolish and Sam were practically calling them over, daring them to get in a fist fight if they were so tough. Charlie threw his jello cups at the strangers before he reached over the table for Quackity, motioning for him to crawl under the table.
Quackity was quick to move down, seeing the chaos of food landing and people sliding in it on the floor. Charlie came down and sat with him.
"Why the fuck did you do that?” Quackity smacked a hand in Charlie’s chest.
"They disrespected you” Charlie said like that was a reasonable explanation.
"Sam told us to ignore them” Quackity argued.
“He told you to ignore them. He didn’t tell me” Charlie said, and Quackity thought he could see a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"You asshole” Quackity laughed and reached out to hug Charlie, feeling his cheek land in some sticky spot on Charlie’s shirt, but he didn’t care.
"I’ll do anything for you, Quackity the law major” Charlie hugged him back and Quackity knew he meant it.
Whatever the aftermath of this was, Quackity knew he’d always have Charlie to be there for him.