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When Thomas got to school the next day, he wasn't sure what to expect. How would Tyler react when he saw him? Would Lucas still pick on him? At this point, the brunette had to find his bearings to figure out how to continue with his plan. When his class with Lucas came around, he admittedly got a little scared. Realistically, there was nothing stopping the jock from beating him from a pulp everyday. However, when he got to class, Lucas was there, seemingly sick and tired out of his mind. He looked miserable. Thomas was pissed. This wasn't fair! Lucas seemed to be having a horrible time, which should make him happy, but he was so angry! And he knew exactly why. He wanted to make the prick miserable. He wanted to destroy his life. He wasn't about to let someone else have that satisfaction.
When lunch came around, Thomas made his way to Tyler's locker, putting on his best hurt act he could. There were still a few sharp pains in his sides from time to time, but it wasn't anything too painful, but he couldn't let Tyler know that, or else he wouldn't pity him anymore. He found the black stud and approached him, waiting for his friends to leave. "Hey Tyler, do you have some time to talk? It's about Lucas." He told him.
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