Sorry that my last chapter was so short. I'll try and make them longer. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the PL seires.


Paul was used to the bullies. Having dealt with them his whole life, he knew how to avoid them. Using an old disguise kit his grandmother gave him, he could hide in plain sight until the coast was clear. But sometimes they were unavoidable.

"Today is going to be one of those days", Paul thought to himself as he watched the three sophomores approach him. Paul was a senior this year, but his scrawny arms and legs made him look like a toothpick, and these three sophomores looked like they could tear phonebooks in half. Paul looked down at the stack of books he was carrying, knowing how hopeless this situation was.

"Hey! I heard you were good at history." The tallest and obvious leader began.

"Yea and see, Mr. Stewart is having a history final this Thursday." Another continued, stepping closer to Paul.

"And you guys are looking for a tutor? Why I'm flattered but-"Paul was cut off by the clatter of his books hitting the floor. He grimaced as the extra large ones hit his feet. He knew better than to egg them on but he was feeling uncharacteristically brave today.

"No. You're going to give us the answers, or you're going to have more to worry about then sore feet", now all three of them advanced.

"How am I going to do that?"

"Huh, huh show him Clark." Clark, who hadn't said a word yet, nodded, reached into his bag, and pulled out a manila folder.

"It's a final copy of the questions on the exam", the leader explained, "And you're going to give us the answers." Paul sighed.

"No." Then Paul backed into the hallway.

"Excuse me?" The second one grinned wolfishly.

"No." Paul said again. He didn't know why but he just preferred getting beat up than answering the requests of morons like these.

"Have it your way." The leader of the trio threw the first punch landing it squarely in Paul's gut, knocking the air from his lungs. Gasping for breath Paul drew back only to receive a blow to the head from Clark. Stars spinning, he threw up his hands for protection only to get shoved into a locker.

"Jackson!" the shrill cry of a bystander rang through Paul's ears. "Pick on someone your own size." In his half conscious state Paul couldn't recognize his defender, and made the mistake of turning to look. Jackson, the leader, seized his opportunity and kicked Paul in his back and sent him to the floor in an unconscious heap.


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