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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - The Hallway to the Male Dorms.[/code][/b]
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Well, he was [i]almost right[/i].

"[color=c4df9b]You can see th-[/color]"
When the arm wrapped around his throat, he immediately knew who it belonged to. It was hard with muscle and it immobilized him enough that kicking his feet did little to no good. He wasn't strong enough by a long shot to knock Hagan off balance or to throw him off. Mostly, he did a lot of squirming and trying to get an elbow into his chest. He had never been good at handling these situations.

No amount of black clothing and keeping his head down could ever [i]completely[/i] get him off the radar. Avoiding Hagan wasn't impossible, not when he was careful. He'd had his head up his ass for awhile now though and he might as well have signed a death sentence for loitering in the hall like this. [i]Sue him[/i], he'd assumed that Hagan might have evacuated or been [i]anywhere but here[/i].

He shouldn't have done any assuming, assuming was the downfall of perfectly established society. Why assume that he was safe when he could [i]always assume he was in danger?[/i] He sometimes wished that he'd had the initiative to actually learn to defend himself. It would come in handy in situations like now if he could do [i]something[/i] but [i]no[/i]. All Martin had to throw at Hagan now was some good old fashioned sarcasm. 
[i]That would get 'em.[/i]

In a somewhat strained voice, he started to say, "[color=c4df9b]If you wanted a hug, Hagan, you could have just [i]asked[/i]-[/color]"

[i]Into the closet.[/i] 
His snarky comment was cut off by a slight cry of panic before he toppled inside. He crashed straight into a broom and managed to knock down a small tower of cleaning supplies. An industrial bottle of bleach hit the ground beside him, it missed him by about an inch. He wanted to laugh at the irony of Hagan choosing to jam him into a closet but he also wanted to slam his head into a wall because it had happened in general.

He had been shoved into a lot of tight spaces in his life, this was [i]nothing[/i], it was spacious even. It was like a hotel compared to some of the things that people had managed to jam his small body into. "[color=c4df9b]If you keep holding me real close like that, I might start to get the wrong idea, Hagan. I always [i]did[/i] have a thing for guys that could kill me.[/color]" his mouth tipped into a very unfriendly smile.

It was a dangerous game that he was playing. This defense mechanism of smart ass comments usually ended with a fist in his face. He couldn't really help it, if he couldn't shove Hagan aside then he had to do [i]something[/i]. His only way of fighting back was to use his words. He liked to try to strike a nerve, though it was hard when he knew little to nothing about Hagan. He knew he was big, mean, and seemed to think that Martin's name was "faggot" but that wasn't much to go off of.

What did people who called him "faggot" usually have in common? [i]They hated the slight implication that they could be gay themselves.[/i] So, that's exactly what he did, he [i]implied[/i] that Hagan choke-holding him could start to blur the lines of romance. He just wanted to see him squirm a little, hopefully not get punched in the face a few times, and walk out of this closet like nothing had happened.

Challenging guys that could crush him like a bug was only a little less stupid than taunting axe murderers but since he'd already crossed that off his bucket list. . . [i]What else was he going to do?[/i]
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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - Bathroom.[/code][/b]
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[i]Penny Lawson[/i].
That was someone that she knew, someone that she knew pretty damn well. From the looks of it, she was shooting off at the mouth and getting blamed for something that she didn't even have a hand in. It was hard not to admire just how well a speaking etiquette that Penny had, she was certainly not someone that [i]anyone[/i] should mess with. 

She nearly laughed when the reckless blond threatened the security guard but she did well in keeping her mouth shut. There was no need to blow their cover now, they had just barely made it through this. They'd be lucky if they didn't get seen on their way out.

A distraction was exactly what they'd needed and that's exactly what Penny had accidentally provided. She was going to have to thank her for that, though she wasn't sure how she'd explain the invisibility thing. Hell, she was still reeling a bit about that. When Lynette began to move, she was quick to follow because she wanted out of there and she wanted out of there [i]now[/i].

Whatever this was, it had taken a lot of concentration to hold in place. If her mind wandered even a little bit, it had rippled and their reflections would waver across the glass below them. It was weird, like a bad magicians trick and she couldn't help but wondering why it had happened. It wore off as they moved, she hadn't been paying enough attention to it to keep it in place. 

She kept pace with Lynette easily, despite the slightest fatigue that she was feeling. "[color=8882be]Penny, you absolute life saver![/color]"
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