<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br/><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>Brad had been picking on Dyllan for years. By this point, Dyllan was so well trained that Brad could have him shaking in his boots with the right look. Years and no one had done anything. Sure occasionally someone had done as much as Raye was doing now and murmured some protest from a distance, but they'd never actually done anything.<br/><br/>Now on the last day of school, not one but three people were standing up for him. He could almost cry, whether in relief, gratitude, despair at it coming so late or just sheer abject humiliation he wasn't quite sure. He watched as Red, Max and Nate all stood in front of the bully and ran interference to help him.<br/><br/>It seemed as though he should be doing something, this whole fight was about him. Maybe he should stand up and join them in confronting his tormentor, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead he tucked his knees up in front of him and hugged his legs, watching the drama in terror.<br/><br/>He wasn't going to cry damnit. Tears were for bullies like blood in the water was for sharks. He tried to breathe and managed short shocky gasps. He felt like such a coward, and knew that Brad would be telling people how he'd hidden behind a girl.<br/><br/>He couldn't watch anymore and pressed his head down on top his knees with his eyes shut. He swore under his breath, at least as much as he ever did. "Damn it." He could feel wet tears on his face.