Dorian just looked at the rich boy, emotionlessly. "I'm not bullied for being deaf. I get into fights for sticking up for people in my class, mostly two young girls. One can't talk and the other is a paraplegic. I'm bullied for my parents being dead, killed in a car accident. I have no family, except my grandmother. That is why I am bullied. Once she passes, I have no one." He told him bluntly.

His hand stung but it was nothing. "You can't do anything with this piece of crap right now anyways." He took out a beginner's manual from the inside of his vest pocket. He slightly slammed it into the boy's chest before turning to leave. He was rather annoyed once more from the short period of time he spent with the rich boy. He knew it was a bad idea to tutor rich kids, that were all the same to him.