Terry shrugged and stood, glancing at the time. He suddenly didn't want to leave the teacher's office. Reid was such a nice guy, such a kind and caring listener. Maybe he should tell him about his problems... He opened his mouth, but then closed it. No. He couldn't say anything. He smiled awkwardly and left without another word, walking down the corridor and towards the cafeteria.

He rounded a corner and walked into Pig and his friends. He sighed and tried to continue past them, but they wouldn't let him. "Where have you been? Bumming with some other fags? Been talking to that faggot teacher? You see how he prances about like some huge fairy?" The group laughed. Terry frowned. He didn't like how they were talking about Reid.

"He's a teacher. You shouldn't talk bad about him," he muttered, clenching his fists. The group "oooh'd" like the audience in a sit com. Pig grinned and looked at Terry like he was looking at something nasty on the bottom of his shoe.

"Ooh? He talks?" the Pig laughed, shoving Terry so he lost his balance and hit the floor. "You should just keep your mouth shut, Teacher's Pet."

Terry closed his eyes, realising he was about to cry again. He hugged himself on the floor as the group picked him up and dragged him into the nearest boy's toilets. They then punched and kicked him, finishing the job by pissing all over him. Laughing, they left him on the urine soaked bathroom floor. He sobbed to himself, clutching his beaten body in agony.