Dustin kind of stared as Quentin started bouncing and clapping his hands. A bit of a smile quirked his lips for a moment but it wasnâ€™t heartfelt. It would have been under different circumstances. It wasnâ€™t different circumstances though so it wasnâ€™t a successful smile. He felt dead inside. When he felt dead inside he was lingering on the edge of trying to die. He felt an itch far worse than the one to cut. He just watched as Quentin started walking off. Blinking a bit as his cheeks flushed as the guy said he was a cutie. Well that was a bit odd for him. Though a lot of the guys in this school thought that as they did things to him. He paled remembering how Jackson had come up behind him and touched his penis with his hands. How the male had been pressed into his form. What would have happened if he had not tried to escape? If he had not tried to fight back? He dreaded knowing what could possibly happen to him. He blinked as the male came back saying it was raining. He shook his head and just sort of zoned out. He looked at Hund and nodded his head. Beginning to follow Hund through the school to metal working. What could he make or do in metalworking? He had made something for Hund but wasnâ€™t sure what else to make. He played with the dagger in his waistband on his side. He didnâ€™t know if he would have the motivation to use it. He probably would but he was afraid of what would happen if he used it. It wasnâ€™t the black one but it was still encompassed with a spirit. When they got to class Dustin followed Hund around like a lost puppy dog. Not looking at anyone and sticking really close to Hund.