<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Eyebrows shot upwards at the mention of <i>Dwayne </i>and his congenial expression shifted downwards in a soft scowl. Fucking <i>Dwayne. </i>Of course the man had risen to President of his fraternity this year. Immediately, sympathy coiled in his guts for the naive Sophomore; the previous year, Dwayne and a graduating Senior had toggled their leadership to his knowledge. He couldn't imagine the male with the naked power and authority of a fraternity in his palms. Why didn't he like Dwayne? Where to even begin...<br/>
</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><i>Elementary</i></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><br/>
"<i>Heeyy!" </i>A sharp cry of agony had exited his lips as someone shoved him from behind, too roughly. Knees scraped and little legs sore, he peered to the sky and his sights snagged onto Dwayne. "Tag, you're it!" Irritated and near the brink of crying, Tiger had shuffled onto his rear to check his knees while the particpants scattered in an array of feet and laughter. Thin lines of blood had formed from landing in the rocks, grit intertwined with the wounds. "C'mon Tig, you're so slow,". With restraint, he had risen from his fall and lamely jogged after children on the playground, his skin stinging throughout the ordeal. Ms. Lane had inspected the rusty patches of flesh once the kids had drifted into a line after the whistle had been blown. "What happened Tiger?" As a recipient of harm and fear, he had lied with his low-level vocabulary. "I ran and tripped on the sidewalk,". Two bandaids fixed the jagged contours, but a deep-seated disdain for Dwayne had rooted. <br/>
</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><i>Junior High</i><br/>
</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Faggot, no one likes you!" Shoved against a locker and trapped with the jeers of twenty peers, he desperately attempted to ignore their insults. Naturally, Dwayne led the brunt of the harassment, having thrown Tiger's fresh clothes into the shower while the water had been running. "You wanna suck my dick, twink?" Annoyed and hurting, he had physically knocked a punch at Dwayne with this comment, knuckles cupping on a jawline in pure fury. The entire lockerroom blanked for a moment, the cacophony of voices transitioning to a hushed murmur. Dwayne had been surprised with the abrupt motion, his jaw a painful flare of crimson from the blow. But soon, Tiger had the living hell beat out of him from the offender and a few of his loyal followers, something unlike what had happened in elementary. "And stay down there, flower,". One kick to his ribs and he had been abandoned in a curled fetal position on the floor, his cheek digging into the cold cement as the bell chimed in the distance. <br/>
</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><i>High School</i><br/>
</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Sitting at home, alone and drunk, a flurry of messages had pinged on his cell. Tonight had been for Prom, which of course he had no date to go with and hence he settled for a forelorn evening of blitzing his mind. But everything had to turn for the worse, and as the DMs blurred in front of his lazy eyes, he couldn't believe the joke of his life. Someone had posted a photo from a previous party, of him kissing a college guy. All of the comments were bashing and brutal, and the social media profile of the original post had been none other than his life-long harasser. "Goddaaamn-<i>it</i>,". Too intoxicated to drive to the dance, find Dwayne and fight with him, he instead shut down his device, rolled onto his side and dry heaved into his pillow. How shitty to miss the sigular best night of his high school existence <i>and </i>have someone expose him to the public world. <br/>
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These were only a few instances why Tiger could not stand Dwayne. <br/>
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"I don't have any plans, we can hit a coffee shop and attend Biochem,". His words had been hasty, his throat heated and heavy with recalling Dwayne and his antics. In part, he blamed the male for why he behaved in the bedroom the way he did and for why he brawled from time to time. Barely hearing Edward as he clutched the handle of his case in one hand, he blinked and sighed through his nostrils, pasting a smile on his lips. "Oh sure, I'd love to study tonight." <i>Not really. </i>"Can we meet at my fraternity house? Or the library? Seven should be perfect either way," Casually floating his palm to the small of Edward's spine, he gently ushered the man to the aisle so the pair could gain an advantage in the rush of university traffic. </span></span>