Edward didn't even watch for the teacher, taking note of Tiger leaving above all else. He let himself out and kept going, needing air, something,<i>anything. </i>Anything to ease the queasiness in his stomach. He pushed on the door with his shoulder and stumbled out onto the landing, sucking in as deep a breath as he could. It didn't help very much, but it was better than nothing. He fumbled to pull out his phone, looking over the latest messages from Tiger. He had to dissuade Tiger from doing anything like this, but it would be impossible without giving himself away.<br/><br/>It would be easy. Play it causal. Tiger believed the brace story. If he believed that, then he'd be fine with believing the ranks of the frat. He was still newer than half the others. He'd have to clean it all up, and they'd blame the entire newer group for not being more vigilant and making sure no Intruders were in, even if they weren't home. That wasn't too far off from he truth, so it might be easier to say. Edward<i>would </i>be cleaning it up, and they<i>would </i>blame him, but that wouldn't be his only punishment. Especially not if Dwayne realized he was lying.<i>When. When </i>Dwayne realized.<br/><br/>He let his bag drop beside him and he sat down on the steps, hunching over to place his head between his knees. He moved his arms to touch hand to elbow with each one, trying to hide his head. The back of his shirt was coming untucked, and unbeknownst to him, a few of the small, cylindrical burn scars at the small of his back were showing.