Dyllan felt stung by Stefy's words, as usual she had found a way to make him feel like a complete idiot. Sure the fort hadn't been his idea, but he had never even considered using a mobile phone. As soon as they had discovered that there was no signal, he had just forgotten about them. He'd always been bad at that sort of creative thinking and finding outside the box ways of using items. Here they were now, trying to survive with just what they had and he hadn't even thought of something so obvious.<br/><br/>Then Red looked disappointed in him when he didn't give up his T-shirt, even offering to give her own shirt if it was needed. He didn't want his friend to think he was so selfish that he'd keep his shirt, when as a girl she had so much more to reveal giving up hers but was willing to do it if he left them short. He was still thinking about this when Brad came up and taunted him about his lack of balls, demonstrating his own willingness to help out a plan he didn't even believe in by giving up his jersey as well.<br/><br/>Dyllan was very careful not to look at Brad's naked chest. The guy seemed like such a homophobe and had the idea of Dyllan being gay locked in his small brain. The fact that Dyllan really did want to look at Brad's naked chest, he tried not to think about. But regardless of Dyllan's actual sexuality, if Brad saw him looking at him in a way he didn't like, it might flip his switches again.<br/><br/>With everyone else seemingly willing to strip and mocking him for his shy body consciousness, he finally pulled the t-shirt over his head, succumbing to peer pressure. He didn't have Brad's mighty muscles, Nate's strong frame or even Max's wiry musculature, he was just thin. His mother's obsessive drive for good nutrition and banning any food that was likely to be advertised on TV meant he didn't have any fat on him and it showed whatever muscle there was more clearly, but his ectomorphic build and avoidance of dangerous sports (all of them in his opinion) hadn't given him much to work with.<br/><br/>The T-shirt was covering his head when Brad put his "Plan" into action. Dyllan had just removed the t-shirt when he saw the jock fling a bottle of water at the bars. For a split second he freaked out, wanting to warn Brad but unable to pull any words together. Then his thoughts kicked in with the fact that bottled water had such a low electrical conductivity along with the plastic bottle in the jock's hand that it was probably perfectly safe. Also, would it be so bad if Brad hurt himself.<br/><br/>That was another thought Dyllan wanted to avoid. He had fantasized a few times about some sort of bad karma befalling Brad for some of the suffering he had inflicted on Dyllan, but felt terrible about himself afterwards. He didn't want Brad to get hurt. Transferred to another school was different, he'd longed to have the bully either leave him alone or leave his life completely. But Dyllan didn't have the violence in him to wish any ill on Brad.<br/><br/>So he shrugged with a sigh of relief as the water hit the bars with the hissing sound of water hitting a hot skillet, set off a small cloud of steam and otherwise did nothing.