Terry looked up and down the hallway as well. He often walked the halls at night, visiting those that asked for favors. He had never been caught. "I'll be OK," he whispered, flashing Reid a rare grin before stealthily sneaking away. He made it to his room with no incidents and crawled into bed, facing Grinner and watching the boy sleep. He wondered what his room mate's real feelings were for him. He searched deep inside, but he couldn't find anything that resembled love for Grinner.

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His next few days were as uneventful and boring as ever. The school seemed to be a better place without Brycen and his gang, and word quickly spread about who had caused the bully to be expelled. Where ever Terry went, he heard whispers about him, about what he did for others. A rumor started to spread that Terry had slept with the Headmaster to get Brycen expelled. Terry ignored the rumors, even though they started to grind him down.

Eventually he was going to the toilets to cry before classes, hoping no one would see his blood-shot eyes and ask why he had been crying. He was happy to go to art class, where he sat at a different table, next to Curly and right up the front of the class room. He wanted Reid to notice, to say something... To help him... He wasn't sure if he could tell the teacher about the rumors...