Terry tried to focus on his work, but found his mind wandering from the painting he was trying to plan out. Had it really turned into this? It seemed everyone looked at him and whispered behind his back, about the things he did for those he liked. No... The things he did because he couldn't say no. It never really interested him, or even felt good. It didn't hurt either... It only hurt now... Now new people he had never met were asking him... He could barely go a day without being a plaything for four different guys. It was getting too much. If his father could see him now... Thinking about his father made tears well up in his eyes.

The bell rung before he even started his work. It was his last period, and he was glad. He hung back, hoping Reid would notice it and ask him if he was OK. It had been the first time he hadn't completed his work in this class.