[OPEN] dunce.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony eyed the others, smiling faintly at Cala as he passed her in the hall on his way to class. "Hey angel boy!" Tony groaned at the voice. Of course, they didn't know he was an actual angel, just made fun of his name. "C'mon Martyn, you tryina hide faggot?"

He grimaced at the vulgar words, trying to slink into the band room, had hoped to meet Cole during lunch to practice piano.

The familiar, sneering face shoved him, back meeting the band room door. "Leave me-"
He gagged as he was struck across the face. "What's wrong chika?" The guy taunted, a crowd gradually beginning to form. "Afraid of breaking a nail?"

[thatcher owen finley]

Thatcher was grading some papers when he heard people outside the door. Being the passing period, he was used to hearing students talking. Just not so many right outside his door. He opened the door in time to see the boy hit Tony across the face. He grabbed Tony by the arm, pulling him into the classroom. He walked over to the boy, looking down his nose at him.

"You'd better have a damn good reason for hitting him. And if you're feeling froggy enough to punch me, then jump, motherfucker. I will drag you out onto that street and beat you senseless." He spat, his eyes glowing he was so angry. "If you ever lay a finger on him or anyone again, I will personally see to if that your ass is kicked ten times over. Understood?"

[tony angel martyn]

Tony peaked around the corner of the door as Dyson sneered, scowling faintly. Ever since Connor had dropped out, Tony had become his sole target.

He rubbed at his cheek and sore wrists. "You can't hide, Martyn. And this damn fag can't protect your ass." Laughter as him and his buddies scampered off to lunch.

Tony sighed. "Thanks.." He mumbled softly, leaning up against the piano inthe back of the room.

[thatcher owen finley]

Thatcher walked back into his class room, moving to the fridge. He brushed past a boy with bright blue eyes playing with a bottle of water. He grabbed a couple of sodas, walking over and handing one to Tony. "I have an extra lunch if you want it." He offered, sitting down at his desk. He propped his feet up, nodding towards the other boy.

"That's Ace. He's hiding too." He popped the tab on his soda. "I run the underground railroad. Just don't go telling anyone." He said with a bit of a smile. He took a sip of his soda, watching the boy lower his head, tilting his water back and forth.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled faintly as he took the soda. "I won't," He murmured, watching Ace curiously. "You like music..?" He looked up as the door opened, Cole waving shyly and slinking towards him as he took a sip of soda.

Tony set his soda aside. "I'm fine without lunch," He mumbled, sliding the cover off the piano keys.

[thatcher owen finley]

"No.." Ace mumbled, never raising his head. Thatcher started grading his papers again, watching as the boy got up and walked out the door. He hoped no one tried to beat up on him, considering the boy had bruises on him constantly up until the last few days.

"Hey, Cole." Thatcher said, grabbing his key from his desk. He started going over the papers, leaning back dangerously in his chair. He groaned, grabbing his stack of papers. He walked over to the book shelf, climbing up onto it. He sat up at the top, swinging his legs as he started to grade his papers.

[tony angel martyn]

"Hi," Cole murmured shyly with a smile. He sat down next to Tony and Tony patted his leg before beginning to play a rather quick piece softly.

"How you do that?" Cole complained, growing impatient as he kept messing up one certain spot. Tony ran through it again, pulling his jacket off, and frowned at the wadded paper in the hood. A rainbow of colors and vulgar words poking fun at him. He tossed it towards the recycling.