I don't own GX. If I did, Sartorius would get his comeuppance a lot sooner.

Chan: hello there! I am actually writing a Yu-Gi-Oh update or two right now, but I watched an AMV that inspired me to update this.

Chazz: right, now to just stop her watching AMVs!

Chan: OK people, last warning: this is not a story for kids. It's got this rating for a reason. Although not explicit, it is for mature tens and up, only. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 4
Chazz's P.O.V.

When I made it back to the white dorm later I was shaking all over. I wasn't cold but I just couldn't stop. Something smelt awful and it was only now that I realized that it was me that stank so much. That Jason guy had slobbered all over me and the stench of his cheap, knock-off Cologne was clinging to me. Something worse was too but I was trying desperately hard to not think about that.

All I wanted to do was go and have a nice long hot shower but I'd forgotten, fate hates me. I hadn't got my key on me. I checked through all my pockets, even going as far as to turn my jacket upside down and shake it, but it didn't work. I knew where I'd left the key of course but it wasn't exactly a place I wanted to go right now, not looking how I was.

Still it was a choice between that and just stand there forever more with people walking past to laugh at me. I trailed back through the mercifully empty corridors towards Sartorius' room. As I was nearly there I heard someone coming round the corner towards me and ducked into the shadows, hoping they wouldn't see me. I shouldn't have bothered. It was only Bastion, with his head down and his cell pressed to his ear.

"Look, why can't you just talk to me about this? I've just been to your room but you weren't there. Where are you? I want to talk to you face to face then." I couldn't hear what whoever it was on the other end said to Bastion but it must have bee the right thing because he suddenly smiled and blushed. "shh! Don't say that!" he laughed, sounding like a naughty kid as he hurried away again. I just rolled my eyes and carried on the way I had been going to begin with.

Sartorius wasn't in when I got there, thank god. He'd left it unlocked though because no one would dare enter his room without his permission. Apart from me that is. I darted inside and sure enough, there was my door key lying on top of a chest of drawers. I stood there for a few moments, uncertain. I could take the key and get out of there, but I couldn't be sure the dorm would stay deserted for so long. It would be just typical that someone would see me come walking out of Sartorius' room with my clothes ripped and my hair all over the place and a love bite on my neck.

I stripped off my clothes and just left them to fall wherever, heading for the shower (fangirl time! Yay!). I had a long soak under the hot water, letting it just wash over me. It was bliss to be clean again. When I eventually got out again I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back to the bedroom to collect my clothes. Only they weren't on the floor anymore; they were now neatly folded on the bed. I barely had time to register this when an arm snaked its way around my waist, causing me to jump so much I very nearly dropped the towel.

"well what do we have here?" Sartorius hissed in my ear. "looks like I caught an intruder. And a very attractive one at that." his hands had started to roam over my exposed flesh now and I found myself leaning back against him. "how should I punish such a naughty boy?" he asked, like he really didn't know...

The next day in class Jason grabbed me before I could walk in on my own. He dragged me in instead, showing me off like I was his special toy. Nearly everyone catcalled and jeered. I ended up sitting next to Sartorius who draped an arm around the back of my chair. I was wearing a particularly high necked shirt that day because of several deep bite marks I'd gained from him, to go with the one Jason gave me. It was making me too hot and being pressed close to Sartorius didn't help at all.

I was in danger of fainting by the time the lesson ended and I could stagger off to splash water on my face. Bastion had got there before me though. He was already standing at the sinks looking pale and shivering.

"Are you OK?" I asked, stupidly.

"Fine..." said Bastion, which is an even stupider thing to say because he clearly wasn't. I was going to ask him again but he left in a hurry before I could. I didn't like being on my own. Everytime someone walked past outside I tensed, think they'd come in and start something. But then the door really did open. It was only Jaden though. He doesn't scare me at all.

"hiya Chazz!" He had a large goofy grin on his face but he looked slightly weary of me. It's strange. Surely black is meant to be the 'badass' color? All the time I wore black no one turned a hair but now I wear white and they avoid me like the plague.

"hello, Jaden." I was glad of someone to talk to who wasn't going to call me a slut.

"why has everyone started picking on you?" the question was so sudden that for a minute I just stood blinking at him. Then I ran a tongue over my bottom lip, searching for words.

"doesn't matter."

"Yes it does!" Jaden just doesn't give up...I'd forgotten that. "They've been calling you a slut."

"And?" I was on the defensive again.

"what exactly is a slut?" I was stunned into silence for the second time only this time I managed a slight smile.

"It's nothing Jaden. Nothing you need to worry yourself about." I tentatively patted him on the shoulder.

"But why are they calling you it then?" he really is a kid. I thought.

"Because I did something bad." I decided this was the simplest way to explain it.

"I don't think you're bad, Chazz." said Jaden. "I think you're good." Suddenly I thought such a lot of him. I almost hugged him but then thought better of it.

That had been enough to put me in a good mood though. I really did feel good too. I felt good when I left the bathroom and went my next class. I might have stayed feeling good all day. But then I felt my PDA buzz in my pocket and I slipped it out to check it under the desk. The whole world seemed to crumble then.

The message read:

Hey slut. Loved the pic.

Then there was an attachment. It took me several goes to press the button because my hands kept slipping.

It was a picture. Of me. And Sartorius. And I was doing something that good boys just don't do...ever.

End Chapter

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Chazz: no flames. Itjust makes her torture me more.