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Watching the whole thing unfold, Zac stood dazed as he witnessed Chris' fear, and Nick's domination. He had realized that the new boy had did something to the other, but the current situation changed that idea. It was disgusting to watch Nick force the boy into a kiss. It was like watching a starving boy picking up food from the mud, brushing it off and eating it. Zac almost hurled, as he stared at the dark haired boy. "Sure...I'll close the door." he said, and fixed the door back onto its hinges, and then shut it. However, the surfer remained inside, and locked it. "Doesn't mean I'm going anywhere...." he mumbled to himself, and shrugged off his hoodie as well. He was wearing a thin, white undershirt and it showed the large tattoo on his shoulder. Zac laughed a bit and stepped forward, inches from Nick's face. His gaze shifted towards the cowering boy in the corner, and he smiled. "Didn't know he was yours..." he said, flicking his hair out of his face. The boy smiled again, laughing a bit. "But damn, does this kid take it good." he whispered into Nick's ear, and then cracked his neck.

Zac's face turned from that of humor, to that of rage within a mere second. He rose his left arm so quickly, that Nick wouldn't even have time to react. With a hard punch into the other boy's stomach, which caused Nick to curdle over in pain. He backhanded the boy across the face, causing him to move upright again, and then Zac sighed slightly, as he drove his right fist into the boy's face. Stepping back, Zac wiped the blood off his knuckles onto his white shirt, and scoffed. He spit on Nick, who was kneeled on the floor, and then grab hold of the back of the boy's shirt. Zac dragged him out of Chris' room, and through the lobby, tossing the boy outside onto the hard concrete. "Sweet dreams, douchebag..." he said under his breath, and kicked Nick down the flight of stone stairs.

Zac glanced over toward's Chris' dorm, as he heard a noise come from there. He looked around the room, and at all the different people staring at him- both teachers and students alike. "Was schauen sie an?" he asked, throwing his arms up in the air. "What are you looking at?"

Zac shook his head and scoffed, walking back towards the other boy's room. He examined the door for a bit, and with a held breath lifted the door back onto it's hinges. Sighing, the surfer flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked at Chris. "You okay?" he asked softly, leaning against the wall.

((Haha...well I like sticking up for people in distress. And my characters usually have some kind of quality or such, that reflects me...so yeah...))

Zac watched as Chris cried, and sighed. Despite his tough exterior, he had a soft spot for people crying, and completely despised it. Pushing himself off the wall, he moved over towards Chris, sat behind him and wrapped his arms around the boy. Zac closed his eyes as he held the boy, and sighed. "Ssh..." he cooed, and bent his knees a bit. The surfer held on to the crying boy, and did his best to calm him down, although it was probably best for Chris to cry as long as he needed to. Zac had made sure the door was locked, so he didn't worry.


((Meh...changed picture cuz I actually wanted a surfer looking guy for my character. The pic was boring me...))

((I'll be posting tomorrow))

Zac sighed, and nodded; he didn't know what to say. If he agreed, it was almost as though he was being rude and sentimental. And if he disagreed, it was just him being modest. Instead, Zac decided to throw some reasoning into his words. "Its fine." he whispered, and reached to remove Chris' hands from his shoulders, holding onto the shaking boy's hands. "I would've thought the same thing too."

Zac looked at the boy a bit, nodding slightly before sliding off the bed. He reached for the jacket that he had tossed on the floor when he fought Nick, and then moved towards the door. As it opened with a rather annoying creak, he turned to face the boy sitting on the bed. Well...if your dreams ever haunt you, you know where I am." he said with a slight smile, and shut the door behind him. Zac slowly trudged to his dorm, and then unlocked it. He reached for his mail and walked inside, shutting it quietly behind him.

((Why whats wrong? ))

Chris

Chris finishes packing all of his things and takes one last look at his now vacant room. "I guess that this wasn't meant to be..." he searches the room and his eyes glaze over as he remembers the events that had happened within the past few hours. "Zac... he doesn't deserve this. Nick brought this upon me.... Zac has nothing to do it." He looks at the front pocket of his douffle bag, specifically looking at the buldge from it. "Now where is Nick???"

((God I hate not having sleep!!!!! I'm so pissed right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))