Dyllan wanted nothing more than to leave the room and not look back, but one of the first things he'd learned when dealing with Brad was that he wasn't done with you until he decided. The first time he'd tried to ignore Brad, had been the time he was pinned to the table by a strong forearm and "dared" to drink the sodas of everyone at the table. The other jocks had poured the drinks into his mouth and been none to careful about how much got over his clothes. Naturally one of them accidentally spilled it on the front of his pants, teasing him for the next few weeks about wetting himself. Afterwards he'd staggered to the bathroom and thrown up, the sickly sweet soda which his mum didn't let him drink churning his stomach. Brad had guessed where he'd be and when he emerged from the bathroom he'd found the jock waiting for him. That's when the jock had warned him off being away sick the next day.<br/><br/>He'd learned his lesson and would wait until Brad himself forgot about tormenting him or got bored or went off with his girlfriend... whatever.<br/><br/>Still he hoped that Raye might persuade Brad and Stefy to leave with her and he could head off with the others He wasn't allowed to eat icecream, but the idea of hanging out with just Max, Nate and Red seemed much more appealing. Maybe they'd have some frozen yoghurt at whatever store they went to as well.