Case had done it, there was no turning back and it wasn't like he wanted to. God looking at the two of them was like being stabbed multiple times in the chest and stomach with a rusty knife. How had he never noticed it before? It all felt so obvious now that they'd 'outed' themselves with that sickening display of love... Oh god. Even the word muttered in the confines of his mind made his feel a rage begin to bubble once more.<br/>Love? They couldn't possibly be in love, right? He hoped not. He didn't want to deal with that on top of feeling like his heart was going to drop out of his ass at any moment.<br/><br/>The blonde rolled his shoulders forward and picked up a hand to push through his blonde locks once more. He tugged on them a bit, for the first time in a long time being annoyed by the length and wanting desperately to physically rip the strands from his head. But what good would that do? It wouldn't make him feel better for what was happening and it wouldn't stop the two of them from dating - or going to prom - or anything else they were doing<i>in private</i>.<br/>Case felt something catch in his throat and he could swear his allergies were acting up - despite never having any before that moment - because it felt like his eyes were going to water at any moment.<br/>He was so close, so close to giving in and punching his way through a random locker on the hallway he was storming through till his hands showed bone at the knuckles when he heard the each of chasing feet.<br/>He didn't know who it was, didn't care either. If they wanted to catch up, they'd damn well have to run and take him down because the Case knew that he wouldn't be able to stop once he started. He was focused on curing his anger. And the only way he knew to do that was to beat the living day lights out of something. He had a lot of practice after all.<br/><br/>Soon enough the sound of the distant echoes became louder and slower as Mads arrived beside him. Case hardly looked at the other boy, but he knew he who was there, even if he hadn't spoken, Case would have known. It wasn't like Eve would leave Jules when the other boy was going into melt down - as Case knew he would be doing at that very moment. There was a tiny part of him that was sick and twisted enough to find some kind of happiness in that. But it wasn't enough. He couldn't stand the thought of Julien being upset, even if that tiny shred of hurtful happiness was coming from it, it still hurt like hell to know he'd inflicted pain on him.<br/>Eve however, for some warped reason within the boys mind, was more at fault. He'd had all that time. He'd had<i>all</i>that time to tell him. They'd had that night together, the night when Everett had shared something and Case had shared a part of his very secret life in return.<br/>Despite their closeness, Case had always kept everything about his home life to himself. He couldn't bare the thought of his three friends meeting his dick of a father and having to go under his scowl of approval just to find they would never live up to it. He also didn't need his father telling him every night how his friends were not up to far. He could hardly deal with the fact that he was never up to par and probably never would be. He was never good enough for his old man.<br/>Perhaps that was why Jules had-<br/><br/>His thought was cut off from Mads' voice and Case was secretly thankful.<br/>His eyes raised and glanced sideways towards the other with a scornful glare. Mads was, indeed, poking the bear. He should have known it was a bad idea, but Mads was never really one to think too much into anything. He was the class clown after all, consequences weren't his strong point.<br/>Then again, could Case really talk?<br/><br/>Mads went on and the bubbling that had been slow in building in his stomach surged to the top.<br/>Case snapped. His body turned with speed and his arms shot out, fists curling into Maddison's hoodie. He gripped tightly and whirled the by around, shoving him into the cool metal of the lockers with a clang and stepping in close, making it impossible to escape between his own body and the hard surface.<br/>"Maybe a little, but some physical exercise might help." His voice was seething as Case's vivid blue eyes stared into the eyes of his friend. It was clear he didn't mean a quick jog on the treadmill at the gym. Case was out for blood and unfortunately for Mads, he was the closest punch bag to hand.<br/><br/>Case couldn't stop his eyes from shifting around the boys face. His heart was hammering in his chest and his grip kept squeezing tighter into the hold of his shirt. He was pushing his fists into Mads' shirt and upwards, lifting him from the floor ever so slightly, just centimetres at a time.<br/>He looked to Madison's lips and thought of Jules'. He wondered what it had felt like for Everett to kiss the boy he'd thought of kissing for so long. He wondered what it felt like to hold him, to touch him, to be near him and to feel the other boy want all that in return.<br/><br/>There was a warmth on him and before Case could realise what he was doing, his eyes focused enough to see that he was too close to Mads to be able to see him clearly. His brain rushed into over drive, trying to catch up and suddenly he came to realise the feeling in his head, the warmth of the lips he'd been thinking of as Julien's were actually Madison's.<br/><br/>His strength fell away from him and he pulled back, eyes wide and dropping Madison's body from where he'd been holding it against the lockers. He took a few too many shocked steps backwards and bumped into the wall on the other side of the hall. His eyes darted around, looking anywhere but at the man he'd just kissed.<br/>No. NO! He couldn't have done that. He'd wanted to hit him, hit anything, let his rage boil out until he felt numb again.