"Mister Bright."

I flinch, knowing I'm royally fucked.

"We don't appreciate students who can't follow our rules." Principal Stansley gives me a look. My eyes drop to the floor. "I-it was an accident—"

"You dyed your hair blue on accident?" Suspicion raises in his voice. I fumble with the hem of my shirt. "Y-yes."

If I say this happened while I was asleep last night, he'll just call me a liar. His sons can't do anything wrong.

"Make sure it's washed away tomorrow, or I'll have to suspend you." I nod, not daring to look up. "Yes, mister Stansley."

He leaves and I hear their mocking tones behind my back. "Yes, mister Stansley. Oh look at me, I need attention because I'm not getting it from other fags."

I feel my stomach turn, but try to ignore them and look at the skeleton of the dinosaur in front of me. Giggles come from my right side and when I glance, I see two girls laughing and pointing at me.

I need to hide.

I brought the hoodie I got three days ago, because it's been my favorite ever since, so I pull it over my head until no one can see the blue anymore.

Mister Templeton's hoodie is comfortable and large, and very soft on the inside. I hope he doesn't mind I wear it, because I'm positive I can't stop.

I feel something at my ass and immediately turn around, looking around with big eyes. My eye falls on Ezra and Silas running away from me, glancing over their shoulders.

My hands instinctively go to the back of my jeans. No phone. Panic grips my heart and I pat all of my pockets. Still no phone. I look back up, realization dawning on me. Not this again.

But they're already at the end of this room, so I guess I better make a run. I do, I run after them, hearing them laugh feet away.

They get in some door, and I'm two seconds late to see them grinning at me from behind the closing elevator doors. No. No no no.

My eyes stop at the stairs and with a sigh, I start running them. Ezra and Silas are going to the third level, I saw, so I guess I'll have to run all of the stairs.

Shit. I have literally no fit.

That explains why, after maybe fifteen stairs, I'm panting and slowing down. I hate this. Why can't they ever pick someone else?

I see I'm only on the second level and give up. My eyes go black for a second when I sit down, but it'll be over in a few seconds. It's not unusual.

I'm dizzy too, but that happens more often too. I just drank too less, I think. I'd drink if I could, but the teachers have our bags, and I don't carry my water bottle around a museum.

Guess I'll have to continue going up. I blink again and try to stand up again, but the dizziness is back all of sudden. What is it with me passing out these days?

Rising slowly, I stand up. I lean into the wall for steadiness, but after a few moments, I'm okay. I go back up the stairs, slower this time, but know I have no chance of seeing them anymore.

I gasp for breath by the time I'm upstairs. I look around, but like I'd guessed, no sign of them. No one else is here either.

All of a sudden, I'm lying on the floor. With a painful groan, I lift my eyes to look who just pushed me. What a surprise. Ezra.

And then he runs to the elevator, where Silas is, and completely down they go. Back to level one.

I bite my lip in misery. Should I just keep lying here? I have no energy to do those steps again. And when I say none, I mean none.

Closing my eyes for a second, I snuggle into the hoodie. At least that hasn't been taken away from me.

The elevator pings, so I get up and walk towards it. My spine stiffens when I see principal Stansley in it, but at this point, I don't care about anything anymore.

With a judging look on his face, he watches me walk. It's more like staggering, but I get there. "You're not with anyone," he says.

Yeah. No shit.

"I'm fine alone," I whisper. He huffs, but doesn't say anything. An awkward silence dawns, making me flinch internally.

Finally, finally, the elevator stops, and if I had the energy, I'd have ran. My eyes scan the room, and I see them sitting on a bench.

Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself to run one last time. Then I do, and I can snatch my phone from a very surprised Silas.

Relieved, I check if they did something. They only took like two-thousand pictures, but at least nothing's deleted.

"Maybe you should check your mails," Ezra cheerfully says. My eyes widen and I look behind, me over my shoulder, and see them smirking. Somewhere behind them, I see principal Stansley angrily stalking towards me.

With trembling hands, I go to my mails. Please let them just bluff. At the first sight, I see nothing, but then I go to my sent mails.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Spank me daddy

My legs get wobbly. No. And the list goes on.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], templeton@stateuniversityohio

Yo, I need some fucking, txt back when you're a fag like me

I'm a bottom, so ig

Panic takes over my mind and body. This is by far the worst anyone has ever done to me. And why would they send it to their own dad? Mister Stansley is married.

And mister Whitlock and miss Sanders are a couple since last year. God, why exactly these professors?

I look around, seeing Templeton frowning at his phone, just like Yearwood besides him. Stansley hasn't looked at his phone yet, so I quickly delete the message.

He's reached me now. "Mister Bright!" he seethes, making Yearwood and Templeton look up and stare at me.

I gulp, not knowing what to expect. He didn't see the mail, that's for sure. "Are you crazy? You don't run in a museum!"

I avert my eyes. "I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He scoffs. "Oh, I'm sure it won't, since you're staying with mister Templeton and mister Yearwood for the rest of this trip."

Seriously. What is up with the universe today?

Silas and Ezra are chuckling while their dad calls the professors. "Mister Bright here can't follow the rules that need to be followed in a museum, so he's your responsibility now. Don't leave him alone, because that'll go wrong."

Two extremely triggered pair of eyes fix on me.