The headmaster... Terry hadn't met him face to face like this. He'd seen him at assemblies and during dinner time every now and then. He didn't feel afraid, just a bit apprehensive. What sort of man would he be? The door opened to the elderly man with receding hair, who looked from Reid to Terry with a look of confusion. It seemed he had just come back from eating dinner.

"Reid...? What are you doing with this young man? Surely he hasn't been acting out..." The headmaster glanced at Terry, eying his recently washed hair. "Terry Price, is it not? I've never known you to be in trouble!"

Terry stared at his shoes. He knew he wasn't the one in trouble, but he still felt ashamed. Ashamed that he had to be so different. Suddenly, he felt dirty and used. His eyes watered slightly at the thought of what he had become. The school whore.