[OPEN] social hour.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony shrugged. "They're the only ones who pick on me..I guess I could have it worse, so I don't really complain."

He smiled at her next words. "Ah, thanks. So..are you going tothe college now? Why'd you stop by here?" May as well have a coversation. She seemed nice enough.

[alyssa jane 'AJ' tucker]

"Ooh!" She jumped, almost forgetting why she was here. She pulled a folder out of her booksack, handing him one of the papers inside. "I have to ask high school students questions. We're doing a study on whether or not high school is as complicated as it's supposed to be. Those are seventh grade math and social studies questions. Can you answer them? I couldn't." She took a bite of her apple, handing him a pencil.

"If you wanna do it, you can. Your hand writing is probably better than mine anyhow." She smiled, not sure why she was so comfortable around him. He seemed harmless.

[tony angel martyn]

"I suck at social studues," He groaned, smiling faintly and taking the pencil. He played with his snakebites as he gazed down at the questions, managing to answer one or two, but that was about it.
Handing it back to her along with the pencil, he offered her a sheepish skile and finished his apple before getting up slowly, touching at his side with a wince.

He tossed his apple core in the trash and slid back down beside her again.

[alyssa jane 'AJ' tucker]

She tucked his sheet into her folder, putting it carefully back into her book sack. She looked around the gym, hugging her knees close. She knew she might have to leave soon to get the rest of her sheets done. But she was scared to go back out into the crowd of people. It was like facing high school all over again.

"I think my worst subject had to be science." She said quietly, looking around at the flags hanging around the gym, all the awards the school had won over the years.

[tony angel martyn]

"Yeah?" He shifted his weight, grimacing again, could only hope they hadn't broken his ribs again. He looked up as one of the football players came in, grabbed him by the hair. He yelped. "Come on pretty boy," The guy sneered. He trailed after him, not wishing for his hair to be pulled anymore, looked out as he was shoved into the lunchroom. Dyson was across the way bothering somebody else, but the rest of the team was waiting outside the gym doors. He was struck across the face with a fist, gasped. Tears stung his eyes but he didn't dare cry, felt somebody pin him to the wall. He could hear Zoey already beating one of the football players up, but he couldn't see past the guy shoving his shoulders against the wall over and over until his head knocked back and he saw stars. He groaned faintly, completely aware that most people were just sitting and watching at lunch. Finally an administrator noticed and began pulling kids away, but they'd planned it out so they couldn't get at the guy who had him. "What's wrong faggot? I thought you didn't care people knew you were gay." Dyson had spoken, but seemed a bit uneasy with exactly how far things seemed to be going. Someone was tugging at the guy now, had got through. "What the hell's..your problem?" Tony choked out. His cheeks heated as his jeans were pulled down, but there were so many people crowded around curiously that he couldn't have run. "Oh look, a baton from the band room. Too big for your little ass?"
"Don't.." Tony begged with a sob. He felt hands pulling the guy away, but not soon enough as his boxers were pulled free. The sudden, searing pain between his legs and along his lower back made him screech, sobbing. Suddenly there were gentle hands around him, and all he was aware of was the blood running down his legs, a towel around him, and cops cuffing the football player who laughed the entire time.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc's screaming could be heard outside, even if he was down a winding corridor of rooms. "Damnit, if you don't do something about this, I will! I'm tired of every time I see him, he's banged and bruised up! You might not be able to handle a fucking bully, but I can!" He spat at the officer.

"And what relation are you to him, anyways?" The officer asked.

"Why the fuck does it even matter? He's laying in there with blood down his fucking legs and you're worrying about me?" Marc's eyes grew red with anger, and Britt, who had been trying to calm him down, retreated back into Tony's room.

"Because you're being arrested for rape of a juvenile. He's sixteen and you're fucking him just as much as the bullies." Marc opened his mouth to protest, but was shoved against the wall instead.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony whimpered, crying softly. Zoey was sitting next to him, waiting impatiently for a medic. "It hurts so bad," He choked, eyes closed. Zoey ran her fingers through his hair, looked up at Britt. "I want Marc.." He whimpered. "They-...they can't just not let him in..." He let out a wavering breath, knew Zoey and Britton couldn't say anything much since they were technically in a relationship too. He shifted his weight, rubbing tears from his bruised cheek. "M-..my legs hurt..." He rasped, gagging softly at the pain, never having been good with pain in any form.

[marcus owen foster]

"Ow. Stop being so damn rough." Marc complained, yanking his cuffed wrists away. He walked over to Tony, kissing the top of his head. "It's gonna be okay." He whispered. He knew they couldn't prove he had slept with Tony, and they couldn't hold him, either. The cop walked out to talk to a nurse, and Marc kissed him gently.

"They can't prove anything." He whispered, heard Britt get up to go listen out the door. He came back with a soda, followed by the cop.

"You're lucky they can't do a rape kit." He said, and uncuffed Marc before leaving. Marc rubbed at his wrists, sitting on the edge of Tony's bed. He took his hand, squeezing it gently. "You okay?" He asked, realizing shortly after just how stupid that sounded.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony looked up from red rimmed eyes. "I can't die, if that means anything.." He mumbled bitterly. Honestly right now he wished he could. The humiliation of being raped with a baton in the middle of half the school was humiliating, probably hurt the most. He wondered if there was a way for angels to die or not. But then he realized his didn't dare try, couldn't hurt Marcus like that. He shifted his weight in discomfort, jaw trembling. "'M sorry I got you in trouble...."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc reaches over, brushing his hair from his forehead. He shook his head, gently stroking his hair. "You didn't do anything. I'm with you because I love you. I don't care what anyone else thinks. And we're both immortal, so it throws that out the window anyways." He kissed his forehead, gently rubbing his side. "Everything's gonna be okay."

He looked up at a knock on the door, saw a worries Thatcher standing there. "Hey, you okay?" He asked, holding up a bag of M&Ms. "I brought you candy."