Finally his freedom chimed. Per usual, he had his arms cleverly around his books and leapt from his seat at the initial sound of the bell. His skinny legs has him out the door before the end of the second chime, sure to escape the typically harassment of his flirting buddy.<br/>When he felt he was at a safe distance, he stopped to breathe, looking back and leaning on a locker. He pulled the paper out from his binder once more, verifying where he needed to go for this<span style="font-style: italic">writing class</span>, he thought bitterly. Balling the paper and squeezing it into his less-than tight jeans, he made a sharp right and ascended up the hall.<br/>"Hey!" they shouted behind him.<br/>'Come on' he thought, 'he could not have seriously sought me out today.'<br/>"You and me have some things to talk about." the blonde boy said.<br/>"First of all Caleb," Conager spun quickly, his fingers together, "it's 'you and I,' got it?"<br/>"Listen you little bitch-" he said snarled with a fierce clench at his collar.<br/>"Woah, Caleb, baby, I thought our affair was supposed to be a secret. What if Rachel comes out and sees us together like this?"<br/>Caleb's eyes only burned hotter as he threw Conager against the lockers lining the wall, a quick punch to his mouth to top it all off.<br/>Everyone knew Caleb couldn't be more stirred than by Conager's tormenting. They all let it play out, without a thought to him actually being gay considering how "open" he was about it.<br/>His face came up to meet Caleb's eyes again, still smiling despite the blood coagulating down his chin. He simply stood, grabbing the end of his sleeve cuff and wiping away the excess on his crimson shirt. He swallowed subtly, clearing his teeth of the bloody mess made as Caleb's hands once again came at him. One pinned his shoulder as the other reached for the leather patch at his eye. Though before he could get a firm grip to pluck it from Conager's face, his arms were swatted away by an unusual amount of strength.<br/>"Don't touch the accessories honey. They're not for you." Conager said plainly.<br/>He bent over to retrieve his binder and book, all humor sinking from his features and heart as the bell sounded. He and the crowd that seemed to form all had less than two minutes to get to class before they were late. He watched as they dissipated, imaging they were just clearing a path for their champion. He then grumbled at the thought of being one of the last in class, unable to pick his primary seat the way he liked.<br/>When he finally got to the doorway, there were just a few seconds left to have a seat, one of the only ones left being only the second row back, still without cover of<span style="font-style: italic">anybody</span>in the first row. This is precisely why he wanted to get there early. Nothing he could do now. As amusing as his schoolmates found him, none of them were his friend, therefor never offering him a seat or agreeing to trade.<br/>He simply sat and slumped, resting his belongings a top the tiny seat and looking upon the back of his teacher. He looked fit with dark hair, but he didn't yet get a good look at his face. 'I bet he's old.' Conager thought, 'Old guys always wear their hair long like that.'<br/>With one more heavy sigh, he looked at the door and listened to the bell that would constrict him once more. Last class and the day would be over.