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[INDENT][INDENT]It was cute watching the way Whitney lit up as she talked about her studies and future plans. Obviously it meant a lot to her to pursue her passions in such a fulfilling manner. Opening his mouth to speak, Aiden was beat to the punch by Chester who continued the conversation.

[color=indianred][b]"Any particular field of photography you're interested in Whitney? With passion like yours I could easily see you as a photojournalist, braving war-zones to bring people the real truth."[/b][/color] Chester stated with a smile of his own. 

[color=steelblue][b]"Or maybe something like advertisement and marketing."[/b][/color] Aiden chimed in trying to think of something that wasn't wedding, maternity or fashion photography. Anything that wouldn't make it sound like he was trying to put Whitney in some kind of stereotypical box.  

As the train came to a halt, Aiden felt a sigh of relief escape his chest as the tracks leveled out and the vehicle came to a rest outside of the school. The pneumatic hiss of the doors alerted the tree that they had opened as Aiden took a hold of Chester's wheelchair and guided the young man out of the train after the rest of the passengers had exited. 

[color=steelblue][b]"So, any other plans for frosh week?"[/b][/color] Aiden asked, students looking at them as they passed through towards the co-ed dormitories. [color=steelblue][b]"Obviously partying is off the table, but we could get our books and some other supplies before classes start..."[/b][/color] His voice trailed off as he noticed a group of people staring at them, hurriedly whispering among themselves as each member of the circle took looks at them. 

[color=steelblue][b]"Huh, walk of shames didn't draw this kind of attention back home."[/b][/color] Aiden muttered as Chester shook his head.

[color=indianred][b]"It's more than that."[/b][/color] He stated flatly. [color=indianred][b]"Remember the punkass you clocked last night?"[/b][/color]

[color=steelblue][b]"Not exactly the type of manners you forget."[/b][/color] Aiden replied with a sneer, his accent coming through despite his attempts to hide it. Even still, the Western drawl still came through at times. 

[color=indianred][b]"Yeah well, he's kind of a big deal on campus. Quinton Childs, daddy's an oil tycoon and mommy's a Pulitzer winning journalist. Big wallet, bigger mouth."[/b][/color] 

[color=steelblue][b]"So what exactly could he do?"[/b][/color] Aiden asked as they kept walking. 

[color=indianred][b]"Cause you a whole lot more trouble than it's worth. There's no doubt in my mind that he's made sure the school believes we're responsible for last night's debacle."[/b][/color] Chester said bitterly.

[b]"HEY!"[/b] A voice came from behind Aiden as he turned towards it. 

[b]"My boyfriend was at that party last night! He died because of you!"[/b] The female shrieked as her hand met Aiden's cheek. A [i]'POP'[/i] filled the air as a static discharge exploded as the woman's hand made contact with Aiden's face. Shrieking even louder, she pulled her hand back, her entire arm hanging limp as it sat numbly cradled by her other arm.

[b]"Fuck you!"[/b] She cried as another student ran towards Aiden.

[b]"What'd you do to her man? Haven't you done enough?"[/b]

[b]"Yeah! Get out of here!"[/b]

[b]"Murderers!"[/b] 

A crowd had gathered around the trio as Aiden tried to position himself defensively around Chester and Whitney. But the crowd had surrounded them and there was no way he could protect them both from all sides. Clenching his fists, the air around him began to crackle as a sensation akin to sparks dancing across his knuckles filled his hands.  

[color=steelblue][b]"Get back!"[/b][/color] Aiden roared as a pulse was sent out from around the group, the crowd temporarily staggering as Aiden saw his opening. 

[color=steelblue][b]"Whitney, get on!"[/b][/color] Aiden ordered gesturing his head towards Chester's lap as he took a hold of the wheelchair. The all-star quarterback took a hold of the chair and pushed with all his might until he broke into a run making a break for it until the trio were safely inside.

[color=steelblue][b]"Alright then."[/b][/color] Aiden muttered before loudly proclaiming no doubt what the other two were already thinking. [color=steelblue][b]"What the [i]hell[/i] do we do about that?"[/b][/color][/INDENT][/INDENT]