Garroth stood up, getting off the hallway floor and stuffing his thumbs into his jeans pockets. He waited for Vylad to grab the sheet, looking at the latter with a raised eyebrow and a look that said "well?". 

"Garroth? What are you do-" Vylad was cut off by his brother slamming him into the wall and covering his mouth.
"Keep your mouth shut, and don't make a fucking noise, understand me?"  Vylad nodded, looking at his brother with no shocked expression covering his face. In fact, he looked extremely calm. "Good. We need to talk...". Garroth grabbed Vylad's shirt and started pulling him off down the hallway into a corner. 
Out stepped Laurance and Gene, both had hard, cold looks on their faces.  Something clearly had them pissed. 

That something, was Vylad.

"So you found the little motormouth himself, huh? Good.." Gene's face twitched in disgust at the greasy-haired freshman.

"So *little brother*, you decide to tell the old lady what happened to Zane? Huh?  Decided to tell her what's making him tremble and hide in his damn room?" Garroth grabbed his collar and shook the brunette,"Answer me, scum!"

He let go of him and shoved his brother into Gene and Laurance who pushed him to the ground.

"She's his mother. She has the right to know why her son is cowering in fear every night...". Vylad looked up at Gene in disgust of what he had done to his brother.

"sHe'S hIs MoThEr!"  Laurance mocked in a shrill voice.  He popped his knuckles, shaking them out and examining his silver rings on his fingers.  "Tell me Vylad, do you enjoy getting your ass beaten? Because lately you've really been edging us on, and I'm just *itching* to beat your ass right here *right now!*" Laurance snarled. 

"Vylad, you know what happens to us greasers... You need to be more careful.."  Zane's words echoed in his head.  Vylad closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

Sadly, he did know what happened to greasers like him. 

He hadn't always been a greaser. And neither had Zane.

Once his mom divorced Gartè, she went bankrupt and he grew richer. She got child custody, but Garroth had refused to leave his father behind.  Now the eldest Ro'Maeve had grown a hatred for his mother.

"Say Ro'Maeve, why don't we play a little game?"  Gene pulled Vylad to his feet by his hair, slamming him into the wall.  "You win, I leave you be...  I win, aha, well you know what happens if I win, don't you~?" Gene laughed darkly.

Vylad swallowed hard. This was the first time in a long time he had feared for his life. 

"Okay Gene... I'll play your dirty game.  But with a cost of my own.."

"Heh, getting out alive ain't enough for you?  Alright, what's your deal?"

"That you leave my brother alone. If he tells me about your little sessions again I'll get the fed involved."

Gene snared his top lip, showing off his teeth. "Fine." He growled, giving Vylad a final shove.

"Alright the game is, whoever can get a chick's number first, wins. Pretty easy game right?"  Vylad made a noise, agreeing with Gene.

"Alright. You have 10 minutes.  We meet back here."  Vylad nodded, checking his watch.

'2:15...  I have plenty of time.. I can do this..'. Gene smirked and walked off.

"See ya in 10, grease boy."

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Time skip 2:25

Vylad ran his hands through his hair.  "Agh Fuck!" He groaned as he looked at his watch.

All girls had denied him, the privilege of their number, not wanting to be seen with a greaser.

Vylad closed his eyes and began making his way back to Gene's corridor.  He knew he had a pocket knife on him, but he wouldn't use it unless Gene tried something more than an old rumble. Like one of those sessions he has with his younger brother Zane.

Once Vylad made it he looked around, scoping out the area.  Laurance, Garroth, and Gene no where to be seen.  He took another deep breath to calm himself, leaning against the wall.  He started concentrating on mediation, wanting to relieve himself of any stress before they got to him.  He opened his eyes once he heard a familiar laugh.

"Look at the little dog. Waiting here for me just like I said."  Gene made his way to Vylad, sliding his hand under Vylad's chin, "So obedient~.  I like it~"

"Gene, c'mon get on with it! I'm ready to beat the tar outta this guy!"

"Ah, shut up Laurance!"

"Oh c'mon Gene, you know it's been awhile since I've had a nice rumble!"

"Keep your mouth shut or I'll rumble with you myself." 

The dirty-blonde shut his mouth after that comment, rolling his eyes. 

"Vylad, I'm afraid I wasn't so lucky to get a girls number... Were you?" Vylad brightened up a bit.
"No I wasn't able too.."

"Alright, Gene lemme at 'im! I'll take the little smartass!"
Gene scoffed at this and glared back at Laurance.

"You have one last chance Big Mouth."  Gene angrily closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before looking at Vylad again. "If we both lost, I suppose that counts does it not?  I'll leave your brother alone, but I won't leave *you* alone..."

"W-what?!" Vylad's voice broke up in surprise.

"I think I've taken a liking to your little stubbornness...   Your brother won't be in my interest anymore, but you? You will..."