Terry lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to Grinner's snores. His room mate had only come to his room just before curfew and didn't say anything to Terry as he prepared himself for bed. Terry hoped his questions hadn't offended the boy. He rolled over, watching Grinner sleep peacefully. What were his feelings for the boy? Did he love him? He didn't know how to answer that. Instead he turned again, facing the wall. He pulled out his finger and drew imaginary pictures on it as he became deep in thought.

He thought about who he was, what he had become. It was his fault that those rumors started, after all. He had become a whore, letting anyone have his body for nothing in return. Perhaps he should cut his favors down, and only let those he knew and liked do it with him. He rolled over again, feeling conflicted. If only he could talk to Reid about it. His art teacher would know what to say, how to help him... He got out of bed a silently walked down the corridors and stairs, until he came to Reid's room.

The door was shut, which was strange to see. He slowly crept to the door and put his ear to the cool wood. He could hear noises coming from within, which made him back off. He wondered who Reid was with and if they were enjoying it. He sighed and started back towards his dorm.

Half-way there, he turned around and went to his art classroom. The door was unlocked, so he went inside it. He sat at a desk and pulled out some paper and paints. He painted until his eyes grew tired, and he rested his head, falling asleep.