James walked into the school casually trying not to get spotted by his regulars. Shuffling along to his locker, still lucky he wasn't spotted. He couldn't really deal with the things they were shipping out to him now since they were Seniors in College, the treatment, torment, the teasing, the everything had gotten worse. He couldn't handle it as much as he seemed to be doing. In and out of therapy, and other places he'd rather not mention... he already had to eat his lunch up on the roof, all alone and isolated. He never thought of it now, but he could plot while he was up there during lunch.
"Hey!" Someone called from behind him. Slowly he turned to see one of the jocks that terrified him to the point where he was already shaking, he knew the voice anywhere.
"Kent?" Yeah, it was him, the way he spoke his name was more a statement than a question.
"You know what time it is?" He asked as he proceeded to place a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the bathroom to give him a swirly. Aimlessly James followed to get it over with, not even putting up a fight.