[CLOSED] turn me up all the way.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"So fucking what?!" He said, glancing to make sure the door was closed. "He already knows, Dyson. You're fucking slipping. And it's getting really obvious. I'm supposed to be nothing more to you than a stupid freshman." He pulled himself to his feet, not daring to touch him.

"Can you just.. just sit still. Here." He handed him his iPod. "Just play something. Please.. Just pretend I don't exist and I can drive you home in a little while." He said, running his hand across his bare stomach before he went back to painting the wall. He chewed on his lip, waiting for Ryan to come out and chew him out.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Dyson looked away, working his jaw and tracing a finger over the bench dejectedly. He set the ipod down. "Can't go home..he texted me, I have work today."

Ryan stepped back into the room, shaking his head in annoyance. He hauled Dyson up, taking him outside to lecture him angrily on what he had done.

He realized Dyson, who usually took things with a straight face, had been staring at him with an expression that he couldn't handle anymore today. Ryan quieted, gently leading him back in and sitting him back down again.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc watched Dyson walk back in, and felt like screaming. He was going to lose him again to the same bastard, drop him off in one piece and pick him up in a hundred and bring him home and hope he could tape him back together. But he was running out of patience and tolerance for the guy, and was ready to kill him. His phone went off, and he pulled it out, looking at it before he shoved it back in his pocket.

"Is my seat time over when I finish this wall cause my boss is ticked and he's like, this close to firing me." Luc shifted his weight in annoyance, then started back on the wall without waiting for an answer.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan glanced over at him. "Yeah sure, I can finish the other side.." It's not like he had anything better to do. he glanced over at Dyson again, who was staring at the floor silently, shook his head and finished the small patch he had left on the wall.

He rubbed at his face warily, jumping as Dyson's phone hit the lockers and he got up, storming towards a bathroom stall in the corner and locking the door behind himself.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc jumped, almost dropping his paint brush. "Dy... son." He watched him storm off to the bathrooms, his name falling flat. He sighed, wanting so badly to go after him. But he couldn't. He started on the wall again, making sure not to rush himself. The teacher was nice enough to let him go.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan huffed. "You want to paint the stalls while you're in there?" He called, hoping to lighten him up. But he only recieved a choked 'fuck off' in response.

Shaking his head, he rubbed at the paint still on his bare chest and walked over to the row of lockers closest, picking up the phone gently and setting it on the bench before returning to his silent painting. He heard the crack of a tab opening and frowned. "You better not be drinking alcohol in my locker room," He complained, but this time recieved silence.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc finished painting his wall silently. He felt bad leaving Ryan to finish the locker room. Something seemed off about him, like he was more like them than a teacher. Luc felt strangely connected to him, a hidden common trait. He cleaned up what he was doing and without bothering to get his shirt, he walked to the bathroom.

"Dyson..?" He asked hesitantly as if someone else were in there with him.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan continued to paint, watching him go for a moment before absently scratching at a faintly scarred wrist. He yawned sleepily, dipping his roller back in the paint again.

"Go away..." Dyson mumbled from the stall, drawing his knees up from where he was sitting on the floor. He stared down into the can of beer, taking another swallow, leaning back and wincing at the brush against raw shoulders through his shirt and jacket.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"No." Luc said, walking into the stall beside his. He climbed up the wall, and slid down the other side, sitting across from Dyson. "I don't wanna leave you.." He whispered, getting on his knees. He leaned over, kissing the corner of his mouth. His jaw trembled, knowing he would have to leave him with that man again.

"I can't leave you.." He took him gently by the jaw, tipping Dyson's head to his. He kissed him slowly, tears falling down his cheeks as he traced his tongue slowly over Dyson's bottom lip.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson gazed at him brokenly. He let out a shaky breath, falling into the kiss. Finally he set the beer aside and hugged Lcas close, whimpering in pain at any touch over his upper back, knowing it had been scraped raw from the pavement yesterday.

He brushed Luc's tears away gently. "Sh...don't cry..."