Adam dropped his lunch behind him when Scott advanced on her.  Nobody made a move to help.  They stood idle and watched.  Why?  Where were her friends?  His eyes fell on Scott in white hot rage.  It reminded him of the way Paul treated his mother.  This guy was twice his size, but he could still smear him into the floor.  He glared daggers at him on his way out, wanting to turn him around and throw his own fist in there- but now was not the time.<br/><br/>“Sasha?” he loomed over her, taking in the situation.  She’d fallen on her hand.  “Damn it.  Stay still.”  Adam ducked under her arm and lifted her up onto his back.  People were still just watching.  Unbelievable.  She was, at least, as light as she looked.  Either that or he’d been lifting in his sleep.  Her… her hair smelled nice.<span style="font-style: italic">Don’t be a creep… don’t be a creep.</span><br/><br/>“I’d give you a high five for that hook, but er…” he chuckled dryly, trying to lighten the situation.  It wasn’t easy when he wanted to grind Scott’s face into paste.  “Sorry.  It’s not funny.  Are you alright?”<br/><br/>They entered the medic’s office, and he set her down in one of the chairs.  “They’ll take care of you,” he said.  He turned away to leave, but paused near the door, resting his hand on the frame.  Adam peered back at her, opening his mouth to say something, but stopped himself, uncertain of what to say.  He said nothing and exited.<br/><br/>He started directly for the locker rooms, intent burning in his mind.  Scott was in the back near the showers, surrounded by his mates.  He was telling them a very animated story, and it was likely that none of it was true.  He should march right up to him and clock him across the jaw, he should scald his face with the showerhead.  Scott stood right in the middle, legs on either side of the bench as he demonstrated his “technique” to his mates, whom howled in approval.  Adam saw only one opportunity here.<br/><br/>He put his foot on the opposite side of the bench and shoved it directly into his business.<br/><br/>His mates seemed to take longer to process what had happened than it did for Scott.  He doubled over and rolled to the floor clutching at his wounded pride.  Nonetheless he managed to bark out a broken expletive toward Adam, which spurred his pet monkies into attack mode.  It was in that moment he realised he should probably split.  He tore across the locker rooms, tailed by three half-naked brutes.<br/><br/>It wasn’t the most macho thing he’s done in his life, but throwing a sucker punch at Scott was far more satisfying than he anticipated.  Besides, that dick deserved it.  In the dick.  He was thankfully faster than they were, and lost them fairly quickly after they remembered they weren’t wearing trousers.  Adam slowed to a halt in front of the senior councilour’s office.<br/><br/>“Hey er, think it's early enough to get a class change?”