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"Miss Wong," Principal Wesker spoke as he looked at her over her permanent record. "Due to the circumstances, I am afraid I am going to have to suspend you."
Ada said nothing, staring at the wall behind the blonde man's head. She knew she was in trouble. She knew her parents were going to punish her. At the moment, though, all she could think about was her hatred for Ashley and her anger for Leon. How dare he cheat on her.
"But I see that you have had no other incidents on your permanent record. You have good grades, and you participate in extra curricular activities... so while I have to suspend you, I am able to give you a shorter sentence because it's your first offense. I will be giving you two days suspension and community service."
The girl nodded, still saying nothing. She wished she beat down Ashley harder. She deserved it. She was sure that there were other people that would agree.
"I have taken the liberty of calling your parents. They are going to take you home. Please gather your things and sit in the hallway."
She stood, grabbing her purse and backpack. She stayed silent, stepping out into the hallway. She closed Principal Wesker's door behind her. She saw Ashley sitting in the nurse's office from here. She grit her teeth. All she wanted to do was punch her again. Harder, this time. An STD and her first suspension. Ashley deserved it. She needed to learn that just because her Daddy was an elected official didn't mean she could get away with whatever she wanted.
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Chris tossed his sister his keys. He had football practice after school and Claire was ready to go home. She said something about studying for a test, but he was doubtful of that.
"Just be careful." He warned. He watched her walk away before heading to the locker rooms himself. He just had to change into his uniform before he could join the others on the field. He was, about to open the heavy door to the gym when he heard yelling. He frowned. It sounded like a fight. He strained his ears for a moment. Just behind the gym, it sounded like. Boys fighting. He could hear lots of yelling and shouted slurs. He broke into a run, skirting the outside of the building until he saw the boys. There was a group of them, six or so guys surrounding another boy.
"Why don't you take that scarf off? You look like a fag."
"Yeah, where's your boyfriend?"
"Look, his fucking nails are manicured. What a fucking loser!"
Chris frowned. "Hey, leave him alone." He growled, taking a step towards the boys. The one in the middle looked familiar, Chris thought they had a class together.
"Why should we? Fags need to get put in their place."
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Chris growled. "Why would you ever treat anyone like that?" The Redfield took another step towards them. Both of his hands were clenched into fists and his chest was puffed out. He didn't want to have to get in a fight. He heard Ada Wong got suspended earlier for fighting earlier that day and he didn't want to risk it. "Just let him go." He watched in vain for a moment as one of the bigger boys grabbed the brunette by his collar and force him to the ground. His face looked red and swollen already. He could see that there was a bruise under one of his eyes.
"Why, are you his boyfriend?" One of the guys sneered.
"So what if I am!?" Chris yelled back. "You gonna leave him alone? Or do I have to make you? Because I will." He threw his backpack down.
"Make me."
Chris nearly snarled, grabbing the guy on top of his classmate by his collar and pulling him up.
"Holy shit." He heard one of the other boys say. "That's Chris Redfield."
"Are you going to leave him alone?" Chris repeated, staring at the younger boy. The bully hesitated momentarily before dropping his head in defeat.
"Yeah, whatever. We'll leave him alone."
Chris let go of him, letting him stumble to his feet. The group dispersed quickly, leaving only the smaller boy in the middle. His clothes were covered in dirt. Chris bent down, offering a hand to help him up.
"You okay?"
The boy took his hand. He didn't smile. "... yeah, I'm okay."
"You sure? You look a little beat up."
"...I'm sure." He fumbled to grab his own backpack. He ran a shaking hand through his hair. "Happens at least once a week."
"...I'm Chris." He said after a moment of awkward hesitation.
"Yeah, I know, we have study hall together." He murmured, dusting off his pants. "... I'm Piers. Piers Nivans."
Chris smiled and held out his hand again. "It's nice to meet you Piers. Formally, I mean."
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Claire sunk into her favorite arm chair at home. She turned the TV on and found something interesting on TV. Opened a cold soda. She had told Chris that she wanted to study for a test but in reality she just wanted to be home alone for a while. It had been a busy day.
She heard Ada Wong had gotten suspended from school for beating up Ashley Graham. She didn't particularly care for either girl, given the circumstances, but had felt a little better than she had in days when she heard about Ada's STD. She deserved it and Claire was glad that she hadn't stayed with Leon. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Steve had been the right choice.
She felt a pang of sadness and guilt followed by the sting of loneliness. She missed Steve. Seeing him hadn't helped at all, if anything it made it worse. All she wanted was to be back with him. She wondered if he would even take her back. Maybe if she begged and pleaded. She sighed, drinking down half of her soda.
The TV played in the background as she looked through her phone. It was 3:30. Chris would likely be at football practice for another half an hour minimum. She didn't want to deal with Leon for obvious reasons. She knew that Rebecca was likely dealing with too much to want to listen to her problems and that Sherry was tired of listening to people complain. Her fingers hovered over Steve's contact information. The picture next to his phone number was his grinning face. She shook her head, backing out of the app. She nearly jumped when she heard the door open.
"Claire," It was her brother's voice. "I'm home."
"I thought you had football practice." She called back, putting away her phone. She was glad that she would have a little company, even if it was just her older brother.
"Yeah well, I had to skip it." He walked into the living room, a younger boy following him. He looked a bit beat up.
"Woah, what happened?"
"Claire, this is Piers. I had to scare off some bullies that were picking on him. Piers, this is my younger sister Claire."
"I got beat up." Piers said lamely. "... Chris wouldn't let me walk home alone."
"I just told him that I would get him fixed up and give him some ice or somethin'." Chris said, already filling up a plastic bag with ice for the younger boy. "Would you mind getting a few bandaids and some peroxide or something from the medicine cabinet?"
Claire nodded, rising to obey Chris' instructions. She couldn't help but smile. Her brother was a good guy. "Yeah, I'll be right back."
She re-entered the living room with their small first aid kit, a few cotton balls and a warm washcloth. His nose had been bleeding a bit. She could see spots of dried blood on his tan scarf. She handed the washcloth to him, grabbing a stool to sit in front of him. His left cheek was bruised and a bit scraped up, his eye a bit bruised and puffy. He didn't look too bad aside from that and his nosebleed.
"Why were they picking on you?" She asked, wetting one of the cotton balls with the peroxide. She reached up, dabbing it across his cheek. She saw the little white bubbles form and watched him wince.
"It's not the first time I've gotten beaten up."
"Why though?" Claire frowned, watching him.
"I'm gay," He responded, his tone not wavering.
"That's a stupid reason." She murmured softly, taking one of her bandaids and gently pressing it over one of the cuts on his cheek.
"...you think so?" Piers looked to Chris. Chris nodded in agreement with his sister as he handed the younger boy the bag of ice wrapped in a towel. Piers found himself smiling. A lot of people his age weren't so accepting of the fact that he liked boys. "...thanks."
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Sherry curled into Brad's chest, listening to his heartbeat. All of the stress with dealing with Rebecca and Richard and Joseph was starting to get to her. She had a pounding stress headache. Brad's fingers were pressed gently against her temples, rubbing in small circles.
She didn't say anything, just enjoying his touch, being pressed up against him. It was enough to know that no matter how hectic the world got around them, she could always sink into his arms and everything would be okay.
She kissed his neck gently. And again. She kissed her way up to his ear and took the lobe into her mouth, tongue flicking it lightly.
Brad's hands stopped, dropping to her waist.
"S-Sherry-"
She kissed him on the mouth softly, her eyes closed. She slid a hand through his soft hair, enjoying the way it tickled her palm.
"I love you," she murmured softly against his ear. He smiled, squeezing her close.
"I love you too, Sherry." He placed a kiss lightly on her forehead.

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"Miss Wong," Principal Wesker spoke as he looked at her over her permanent record. "Due to the circumstances, I am afraid I am going to have to suspend you."
Ada said nothing, staring at the wall behind the blonde man's head. She knew she was in trouble. She knew her parents were going to punish her. At the moment, though, all she could think about was her hatred for Ashley and her anger for Leon. How dare he cheat on her.
"But I see that you have had no other incidents on your permanent record. You have good grades, and you participate in extra curricular activities... so while I have to suspend you, I am able to give you a shorter sentence because it's your first offense. I will be giving you two days suspension and community service."
The girl nodded, still saying nothing. She wished she beat down Ashley harder. She deserved it. She was sure that there were other people that would agree.
"I have taken the liberty of calling your parents. They are going to take you home. Please gather your things and sit in the hallway."
She stood, grabbing her purse and backpack. She stayed silent, stepping out into the hallway. She closed Principal Wesker's door behind her. She saw Ashley sitting in the nurse's office from here. She grit her teeth. All she wanted to do was punch her again. Harder, this time. An STD and her first suspension. Ashley deserved it. She needed to learn that just because her Daddy was an elected official didn't mean she could get away with whatever she wanted.
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Chris tossed his sister his keys. He had football practice after school and Claire was ready to go home. She said something about studying for a test, but he was doubtful of that.
"Just be careful." He warned. He watched her walk away before heading to the locker rooms himself. He just had to change into his uniform before he could join the others on the field. He was, about to open the heavy door to the gym when he heard yelling. He frowned. It sounded like a fight. He strained his ears for a moment. Just behind the gym, it sounded like. Boys fighting. He could hear lots of yelling and shouted slurs. He broke into a run, skirting the outside of the building until he saw the boys. There was a group of them, six or so guys surrounding another boy.
"Why don't you take that scarf off? You look like a fag."
"Yeah, where's your boyfriend?"
"Look, his fucking nails are manicured. What a fucking loser!"
Chris frowned. "Hey, leave him alone." He growled, taking a step towards the boys. The one in the middle looked familiar, Chris thought they had a class together.
"Why should we? Fags need to get put in their place."
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Chris growled. "Why would you ever treat anyone like that?" The Redfield took another step towards them. Both of his hands were clenched into fists and his chest was puffed out. He didn't want to have to get in a fight. He heard Ada Wong got suspended earlier for fighting earlier that day and he didn't want to risk it. "Just let him go." He watched in vain for a moment as one of the bigger boys grabbed the brunette by his collar and force him to the ground. His face looked red and swollen already. He could see that there was a bruise under one of his eyes.
"Why, are you his boyfriend?" One of the guys sneered.
"So what if I am!?" Chris yelled back. "You gonna leave him alone? Or do I have to make you? Because I will." He threw his backpack down.
"Make me."
Chris nearly snarled, grabbing the guy on top of his classmate by his collar and pulling him up.
"Holy shit." He heard one of the other boys say. "That's Chris Redfield."
"Are you going to leave him alone?" Chris repeated, staring at the younger boy. The bully hesitated momentarily before dropping his head in defeat.
"Yeah, whatever. We'll leave him alone."
Chris let go of him, letting him stumble to his feet. The group dispersed quickly, leaving only the smaller boy in the middle. His clothes were covered in dirt. Chris bent down, offering a hand to help him up.
"You okay?"
The boy took his hand. He didn't smile. "... yeah, I'm okay."
"You sure? You look a little beat up."
"...I'm sure." He fumbled to grab his own backpack. He ran a shaking hand through his hair. "Happens at least once a week."
"...I'm Chris." He said after a moment of awkward hesitation.
"Yeah, I know, we have study hall together." He murmured, dusting off his pants. "... I'm Piers. Piers Nivans."
Chris smiled and held out his hand again. "It's nice to meet you Piers. Formally, I mean."
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Claire sunk into her favorite arm chair at home. She turned the TV on and found something interesting on TV. Opened a cold soda. She had told Chris that she wanted to study for a test but in reality she just wanted to be home alone for a while. It had been a busy day.
She heard Ada Wong had gotten suspended from school for beating up Ashley Graham. She didn't particularly care for either girl, given the circumstances, but had felt a little better than she had in days when she heard about Ada's STD. She deserved it and Claire was glad that she hadn't stayed with Leon. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Steve had been the right choice.
She felt a pang of sadness and guilt followed by the sting of loneliness. She missed Steve. Seeing him hadn't helped at all, if anything it made it worse. All she wanted was to be back with him. She wondered if he would even take her back. Maybe if she begged and pleaded. She sighed, drinking down half of her soda.
The TV played in the background as she looked through her phone. It was 3:30. Chris would likely be at football practice for another half an hour minimum. She didn't want to deal with Leon for obvious reasons. She knew that Rebecca was likely dealing with too much to want to listen to her problems and that Sherry was tired of listening to people complain. Her fingers hovered over Steve's contact information. The picture next to his phone number was his grinning face. She shook her head, backing out of the app. She nearly jumped when she heard the door open.
"Claire," It was her brother's voice. "I'm home."
"I thought you had football practice." She called back, putting away her phone. She was glad that she would have a little company, even if it was just her older brother.
"Yeah well, I had to skip it." He walked into the living room, a younger boy following him. He looked a bit beat up.
"Woah, what happened?"
"Claire, this is Piers. I had to scare off some bullies that were picking on him. Piers, this is my younger sister Claire."
"I got beat up." Piers said lamely. "... Chris wouldn't let me walk home alone."
"I just told him that I would get him fixed up and give him some ice or somethin'." Chris said, already filling up a plastic bag with ice for the younger boy. "Would you mind getting a few bandaids and some peroxide or something from the medicine cabinet?"
Claire nodded, rising to obey Chris' instructions. She couldn't help but smile. Her brother was a good guy. "Yeah, I'll be right back."
She re-entered the living room with their small first aid kit, a few cotton balls and a warm washcloth. His nose had been bleeding a bit. She could see spots of dried blood on his tan scarf. She handed the washcloth to him, grabbing a stool to sit in front of him. His left cheek was bruised and a bit scraped up, his eye a bit bruised and puffy. He didn't look too bad aside from that and his nosebleed.
"Why were they picking on you?" She asked, wetting one of the cotton balls with the peroxide. She reached up, dabbing it across his cheek. She saw the little white bubbles form and watched him wince.
"It's not the first time I've gotten beaten up."
"Why though?" Claire frowned, watching him.
"I'm gay," He responded, his tone not wavering.
"That's a stupid reason." She murmured softly, taking one of her bandaids and gently pressing it over one of the cuts on his cheek.
"...you think so?" Piers looked to Chris. Chris nodded in agreement with his sister as he handed the younger boy the bag of ice wrapped in a towel. Piers found himself smiling. A lot of people his age weren't so accepting of the fact that he liked boys. "...thanks."
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Sherry curled into Brad's chest, listening to his heartbeat. All of the stress with dealing with Rebecca and Richard and Joseph was starting to get to her. She had a pounding stress headache. Brad's fingers were pressed gently against her temples, rubbing in small circles.
She didn't say anything, just enjoying his touch, being pressed up against him. It was enough to know that no matter how hectic the world got around them, she could always sink into his arms and everything would be okay.
She kissed his neck gently. And again. She kissed her way up to his ear and took the lobe into her mouth, tongue flicking it lightly.
Brad's hands stopped, dropping to her waist.
"S-Sherry-"
She kissed him on the mouth softly, her eyes closed. She slid a hand through his soft hair, enjoying the way it tickled her palm.
"I love you," she murmured softly against his ear. He smiled, squeezing her close.
"I love you too, Sherry." He placed a kiss lightly on her forehead.