[CLOSED] you know you can't hide.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe sat in the back of Luc's car, playing with his piercing absently. He looked from Luc to his boyfriend, then back to Luc. If he were a normal person, he might be jealous his boy toy was taken by another guy. But he wasn't. Luc had always just been a fuck when he couldn't get one. He leaned up in his seat, and from the way Luc groaned, the boy already knew what was going to come out of his mouth.

"Are you gonna hold hands?" He asked Luc, and Luc reached back, slapping him. "That's not nice, Lucas, baby. I can reach the steering wheel from here."

"Monroe, fuck. Just sit back and keep quiet." Luc complained.

"I was quiet. But I was plotting your demise." And the way he said it, there was no way of telling if he was being serious or not. "But I already got that planned. So I wanna talk now."

"About what?" Luc shifted in his seat.

"I heard you're gonna be a big brother." He said, and smirked when Luc gritted his teeth. Monroe leaned back, obviously content that he had pissed off Lucas.

"I gotta run upstairs and get my folder." Luc said, pulling into his parking spot at the school. "Touch him and I will slaughter you." He looked up at Monroe in the rear view mirror, and Monroe smiled innocently.

"I wouldn't think of it, baby." He said, raising an eyebrow.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson kept oddly quiet for himself in the car, staring out the window and working his jaw. Maybelle wasn't waking up from her coma, and was on life support now, and he still felt like shit. He watched Luc get out, biting his lip before rubbing at the back of his head and neck, stitches hidden by his hair. He hadn't let Lucas in on exactly how much worse the rape and beatings were getting, didn't want him so scared. Eyes glanced at Monroe from the mirror, realizing they were already a clash of attitude if he ever did see one. Only today, Dyson wasn't in the mood to pick and poke fun.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe waited until he was sure Lucas couldn't see them, and he climbed over the front seat, sitting on the console. He played with the radio before he looked over at Dyson. A million things went through his head, but one of them wasn't remorse for what he was about to do.

"You're fucking Lucas now?" He asked, picking up his iPod to play with it. "I won't mess with you. We have to go to the mall together. And how terrible would that be, feeling all uncomfortable around me?" He smirked, looking up to make sure Luc still wasn't coming.

"You know, if you bend him over and fuck him, he'll moan so loud he screams?" He asked, looking over at him.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson's teeth gradually gritted as he listened to him. Finally he looked his way. "I'm going to punch your fucking nose in," He growled, not caring if this guy was probably about four years older than him. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, right wrist raw with a circular burn, from either cuffs or a rope.

He shifted his weight, looking back out the window in silence for a moment, ever alert and ready to sock the guy in the face.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Aw. You like him so much you're gonna sock his friend in the nose? Isn't that true love?" He asked, watching Lucas come back. He waved at him, and Luc slid in the driver's seat.

"I told you to leave him alone." He said.

"No, you told me not to touch him. And I didn't touch him. Promise." He smiled over at Luc, and Luc shook his head. "Are you still a screamer?"

"I don't care to talk about my sex life." Luc mumbled.

"Most of your sex life is me, though." He said, and Luc slapped him again. He climbed into the back seat. "So, what are we going to the mall for?"

"I need a bow tie." Luc said flatly.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson worked his jaw in silence, hands fisting as he tried tuning their conversation out. He wasn't in the mood. Maybe wandering the mall would help. He didn't think of it, plenty of people would think they were only hanging out. Unless he decided to show affection. Either way it didn't matter. He didn't think things could get much worse than being beaten half to death and having two teachers find him.
He shifted his weight some, rubbing at his wrist again.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Why do you need a bow tie? You're becoming a male stripper?" Monroe asked him, and Luc shook his head. He reached over, slipping his fingers between Dyson's.

"Penguin? Band director? Playboy bunny?"

"Prom. Mother fuck, Monroe. Shut up." Luc complained, getting on the main road to get to the mall. Monroe leaned back, messing with his piercing as he watched the two of him. He could tell Luc was in love, the way he looked over at Dyson. But he also seemed broken. Monroe decided he could use it against the boy if he decided to torment him.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson eased up, smiling a bit as their fingers were laced together. He held his hand close, resting his head back with a faint yawn, a bruise vaguely visible along his jaw beneath the cover up he had put over it. He didn't bother say a word, thumb brushing the back of Luc's hand soothingly.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe watched them from the back seat, sitting so he had his knees in both their backs. Luc shifted in his seat, squeezing his hand tighter.

"Luc. Lucas. Luc."

"What?" Luc groaned.

"You should pierce your lip again, baby. You looked good with your lip pierced." He said, and Luc shook his head.

"I don't have the money to go get my lip pierced again."

"I'll do it."

"You aren't getting nowhere near my mouth."

Monroe just smirked from the back seat, shaking his head. He couldn't help thinking that Luc didn't mind him being around his face before.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson worked his jaw some, holding his hand tightly. He licked at his lips, casting a glance at Monroe for a moment before scratching his neck with his right hand. His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it, hoping it was his mom telling him about Maybelke, no matter how much he avoided her. But it wasn't, it was an address from the familiar unsaved number. He drew in a breath, sneeking a glance at Luc and looking down at the text, finger hovering over the delete button. He was screwed if he didn't go, but he wanted to spend the day with Lucas, and if he didn't say anything, Luc would never know right?