Poke the bear and expect to get mauled. Maddison should've seen it coming. Case's glare had been warning enough, but he'd kept going anyway. So, when the other male came at him, he shouldn’t have been all that surprised as he backpedaled, only managing half a step before Case got a hold of him, “Hey, wha-" his words were cut short by a soft “Oomph,” as his back slammed into the hard surface of the lockers and he reached up, grabbing hold of Case’s wrists as the male's finger's tightened on his hoodie. This day was turning into a disaster of epic proportions.<br/><br/>Even given all the signs and his current situation, Mads still couldn’t accept that Case would actually hit him. But the day had been full of surprises so far, none of them the good kind. What was one more? And somewhere in the shadows of his mind, he welcomed the beating. Fight fire with fire and all that…or more accurately in this case, fight pain with pain. Hell, right now anything was better than what Julien and Everett had already done. Better than thinking of the fact that he was going to be forced to see them together on a daily basis. So yea, Case’s anger was a lot easier to handle. He let out a hollow chuckle as he stared into the glacial depths of those unforgiving blues. "Well, I mean, exercise s’always a good choice.” Mads told himself to shut up, that he wasn't exactly helping his situation here; and if to prove the point, Case lifted, fucking<i>lifted </i>him off the ground. The toes of Mads’ shoes brushed against the ground, trying and failing to find solid footing. So, this is how it was then.<br/><br/>Except it wasn’t.<br/><br/>Trapped between the other male's body and the damn lockers, the press of Case's lips against his own had Mads stiffening, heart hammering in his chest and a deafening ringing in his ears. For the second time today, he forgot how to breathe. This was not fucking happening. It just wasn't. There had to be perfectly reasonable explanation. Perfectly reasonable. Because right now, Mads was drawing blanks. And the moment seemed to drag out for eternity before stopping abruptly as Case pulled away, dropping Mads back to Earth. He stood pressed against the lockers, a rabid itch in his fingers and glass shards jammed in his throat<br/><br/>Watching the blonde bump into the opposite wall gave him a grim sense of satisfaction. Good, he should be fucking shocked. Mads was getting real sick and tired of people pulling all these fucking surprises out of their asses willy nilly. And unlike Case’s little temper tantrum back in the art room, Mads couldn’t write him off as just being pissed. Being pissed at Jules and Evie for hiding their relationship for a whole damn year, he could understand. But this, this was something else. Something more than just Jules and Evie's little well-kept secret. It would've made a hella-of-a lot more sense if Case had just used him as a punching bag as he'd so obviously intended. That kiss was so far out of left field it didn't make any se—<br/><br/>Well…<i>shit</i>.<br/><br/>Mads studied Case's expression with a sudden sinking epiphany and a hysterical laugh trapped in his chest. The puzzle pieces clicked into place so perfectly, he didn’t know why he hadn’t seen it sooner.<br/><br/>“So, who was I then?” He asked, voice deceptively calm as he pushed away from the lockers, already having an idea of who it was even as he asked, “Evie? Jules? All of the above?” With every question, he found himself just that closer to the other male until he stood right in front of him, his fingers twisting into Case’s shirt as he jerked him forward; until the blonde had no choice but to look at him or physically shove him away. Which at this point Mads wouldn’t put past him. Hell, maybe he’d actually hit Mads this time round. “Because we both know that you weren’t kissing me…which is ironic, considering that you<i>were</i>.” A sardonic smile pulled at his lips, though there was no trace of amusement in his pale grey eyes, “Did it help any?...Or would you rather actually hit<i>me</i>this time, see if that makes you feel better.”