"Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things."

Terry Pratchett

He sneered and pointed a finger at Jordon who had a lazy smile on his tan face. "Keep watch." He listened immediately to the order and stood against the door of the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You're never getting away-away from this. Someone'll t-tell, Jace." The boy stuttered. His glasses had come off, falling to the tiled ground somewhere near a stall. His brown eyes were wild and big, staring at him in fear. Jace raised an eyebrow at him. He was weak. He wouldn't do anything. He tried to move but the grip Raphael and Alec had on him were like steel. Tears burned against his cheeks. He couldn't even swipe them away. His hands were tied.

Raphael laughed a little. "What do we do now?" He asked, almost like it was a simple job. His curly hair shook and the veins in his neck bulged. He shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "What about a swirly?"

Jace rolled his eyes. "No, that's too easy. We need to do something he'll never forget." Once those words were uttered, the boy squirmed again, his fingers trembling.

"What about...a picture?" A new voice joined in, this time feminine. Jace whirled to face her and wrapped an arm around her bare waist. Her auburn hair spilled against her neck and down her back. Her green orbs were relentless, her lips painted crimson. She wore a plain pink shirt that was twisted at the end so that it was above her belly button and shorts that reached just below her bottom. She swiped at a curl from her forehead and stared at her boyfriend.

His face was always cold. With hardened gold eyes and soft lips that had gone hard. Muscular and tall. Long wavy hair, usually in a combed mess. She could never read his emotions. Not all of them, anyway. He wanted to be a mystery and he didn't want to be solved. She just saw bits and parts of him he released. "I got a plan." He finally said, kissing her hard against her lips and pulling away quickly.

"What is it?" Alec asked in irritation. It was getting difficult trying to control the stupid nerd.

Jace tugged out his phone from his pocket. "Tape him to the stall door." The boy kicked out his feet and screamed before getting struck on his right cheek. "Fucking hell. Tape his mouth too. I don't need him screamin like a girl." Raphael and Alec gladly placed him against the stall door and began wrapping the clear tape around him. They made sure it was tight and would hold him for a long time. He was full out crying now.

"Please! I'll do anything! I won't tell! Please! Please!" His face was a chalky white and purple scratches were plastered on his chin and on his neck. No one felt sorry for him.

Jace raised the camera. "Pull down his pants and boxers." Raphael took the honor and was laughing like an idiot as he did it.

The boy coughed and coughed, his tone getting hoarse by the moment. His breathing was rapid. He tried to move but couldn't. He yelled and yelled again but the piece of tape on his mouth was strong. Only the tears from his eyes showed what he felt.

The flash went on and then was gone just as it came. Jace put away his phone. "You tell anyone or even Mr. Graymark about what you saw, I'll make sure the school knows about this. It'll be everywhere." For once, the gold in his eyes looked black. "Don't mess with me Lewis. No one does. No one ever will, you asshole." He stepped away, his mouth in a tight line, cruelty written all over his features.

"Get the tape off. Let him leave." Alec did just that and Simon Lewis ran out crying, pulling up his pants and not even bothering to grab his glasses on the way. He stumbled out of the door.

Jace turned to his friends. "Go to class or they'll get suspicious." Patting him on the back, Alec, Raphael, and Jordon sauntered away in a different direction, talking quietly amongst themselves.

Once they were gone, the bathroom was empty except for the two of them. Only the tape and drops of blood indicated anything had happened there. Silence filled the air. Clary trudged towards him. He was leaning against the sink, his head low. His hair a tawny halo. She brought her hands to his face. "You alright babe?"

He looked at her. He didn't smile. He nodded slowly. "We've got insurance now." He said, biting his bottom lip in thought.

Clary grinned maliciously. "I know we do. That Lewis kid won't tell a word or we'll make sure everyone will see his small dick."

Jace's mouth curled upwards and he lifted her body towards his. She was petite but the perfect size for him. Her lips were hot on his, her tongue moving steadily with his.

When they pulled away, Clary spotted Simon's glasses and shoved them into a random toilet then flushed it. Jace watched her. "Still a bad kid?" Jace asked, his orbs finally bright. He always asked her this.

"Just as bad as you are." She answered.