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Rhys George
I love it when you call me Rhee.
Marcus Grady
You do?
Rhys George
Yes.
Marcus Grady
Rhee?
Rhys George
Yeah?
Marcus Grady
I’m worried about you.
Rhys George
Don’t worry about me, Marcus!
I’m a warrior!!!
Marcus Grady
Even warriors get hurt.
And there’s that little pang again.
Rhys George
Yeah… They do.
Before I realise it, Allister is urging me up off my seat and leading me out of the classroom. I still can’t really hear anything, but I can see other students moving around, so I figure class is over, and we are heading to Pastoral Care.
The warmth of another body presses up against my right side, and my eyes flicker over to see Simon has taken my other arm. We really do have a lot of classes together. I could have been playing with him for longer if our genitals had accidentally fallen together sooner.
Bell meets us outside the classroom for Pastoral Care and says something to Allister and Simon. I try to read her lips, but that shit is hard. How do people do that? Just when I think we are about to enter the classroom, the boys, with Bell leading the way, walk me away from the door.
“Where are we going?”
Bell spins around, frowning, her finger coming up in front of her mouth, shooshing me. I am definitely deaf. I didn’t hear my voice when I spoke just now. Did I? Maybe I should tell someone?
Bell picks up the pace, and we end up in the library. I’m not sure why we are here, but I don’t really care. The library is cool. It has books and shit. I stumble a little as I look around, but Simon and Allister grip my arms tighter, holding me up as we move to the back corner, away from prying eyes.
I can see them talk to me at one stage or another, but I can’t answer them or talk back since I can’t bloody hear them, so I just grin and rest my head on Simon’s shoulder as we share a bean bag.
The loud ringing of a bell makes me jump awake with a gasp. My eyes dart around as I try to figure out what the fuck is going on, and my eyes land on Shaun and Garrett as warm arms squeeze me from behind. Turning, I see Simon’s goofy grin as he reaches up and brushes a stray hair back into my bun.
“What’s going on?”
“She talks!” Simon chuckles, and I frown.
