A/N: Sorry for my late update. I'm studying for med school, so I'll probably won't update that often, but that doesn't mean I won't still write. Plus, English is not my first language, so it takes a while until I manage to write an acceptable chapter, when it comes to grammar.

Disclaimer:Unfortunately, I'm not the creator of that sick, twisted, hella awesome cartoon.

Warning: As always, the swearing, the sexual innuendo, the violence… usual elements present in T/M rated stories. And Flippy.

Flaker thought almost the entire morning about what she had spoken with Phillip a day before. She was nervous and somewhat angry with herself because she had the nerve to tell him that she was going to consider his proposition. It had been reckless of her to burst out like that.

That meant she was stuck with this situation and she had to find a way to bear his presence for more than five minutes, so that they could finish that burdensome assignment once and for all.

After that, their ways would separate again and they wouldn't address to each other and Flaker could at least return to a somewhat normal and less scary life.

And that irrational, stupid, annoying little crush would disappear, as well, along with the horrific phase she had to put up with, in all these days, because of him.

She couldn't wait for that to happen.

She was nervous and fidgety as she thought about a solution, and, as usually, her attitude deranged the ones around her and determined them to ask her many times if she felt alright.

In Math class, she didn't figure out that, instead of taking notes, she wrote repeatedly Phillip's name on her notebook. She tried to erase it quickly, before someone saw it, which attracted Mr. Liam's attention. He snatched the notebook from her desk and stared at it uncomprehendingly, making Flaker turn red.

Fortunately for her, he wasn't too bright, because he didn't seem to understand the reason why she wrote that name so many times. He just told her to pay attention to class, then ripped the paper off her notebook, crumpled it and threw it into the trashcan, without making fun of her in front of her classmates, like other teachers would have done.

Flaker sighed in relief and fell asleep for the rest of the class, half dreaming horrible stuff, until the bell rang loudly, then she leapt like burned and gathered her books, shaking. She walked slowly towards the cafeteria and, when she reached it, she stopped and inhaled deeply, prepared for the reactions she was going to cause. The others were probably, most surely, going to look at her like she was the new chupacabra, for what she was about to do.

She made a pause in front of the doors, then she pushed them with all her force and entered the room, scanning it.

Her friends were at a table in the middle of the room and they waved at her, calling her, but she didn't move an inch. In the opposite direction, Phillip was sitting alone, at another table, and he was looking down at something in his plate.

Flaker gazed for a moment at the books in her arms and tensed.

Then she went in his table's direction.

A big part of the student crowd gawked at her in awe, while her friends remained in shock. When she got near his table, he didn't appear to notice that she was standing right in front of him for two or three seconds.

He slowly lifted his eyes, which were wide and really, really green – Flaker couldn't help but notice it- and dropped the sandwich from his hands. He looked confused to his left, then to his right, like he didn't know for sure if she was actually there, then at her and his eyes became so large that Flaker believed they were going to pop out and fall off.

"What are you doing?" He asked on a tone void of any emotion. He took a voracious bite from his sandwich and kept staring at her, while he was munching, and she knew they probably looked quite funny to the others, because they continued to stare skeptically at each other for a few moments, before she decided to answer his question.

She clenched her jaw and clutched harder the books, as she dragged the chair with a trembling hand and sat in front of him unsurely. She breathed deeply and pushed the books in his face.

"W-we're d-doing it here." She muttered, averting her eyes. Phillip furrowed his brow.

"Here?"

"T-the assignment." Flaker stammered. "In f-front of e-everyone."

He stopped eating and looked at her; she felt like he was trying to read her mind again and it was getting to be quite unnerving. Then he went back to his sandwich and started chewing, with a blank expression.

"I was right." He concluded. He pointed at the others, who whispered and threw them fugitive glares. "You do like to be the center of attention. To dramatize." He stopped chewing for a moment, seemed a bit piqued, continued chewing, swallowed. "We're just like on a stage right now, get it?" He carried on and Flaker noted that he was particularly sarcastic, a trait of both his normal and flipped out versions. "These kids' eyes are just like reflectors. They see every move we make. They'll probably start a new rumor, like how you're my slave and I make you do nasty things behind-"

"I d-don't care!" She burst out, tired of all that irony. "D-did you really t-think that I was going to agree w-with your decision? That I was going to m-meet you Saturday at the l-library, when no one is in the s-school? Not e-even in y-your dreams." She mumbled, then inhaled, returning to her initial state. "You can't molest m-me here. Actually, you can't do a-anything to me here."

He shook his head.

"If you think those are my real intentions…" He snorted. "I just don't want to fail, that's all." He rolled his eyes at her and Flaker felt a little humiliated.

"Yes, that's w-what I think." She replied defensive, sounding offended, to her displeasure. "After you have a-attacked me, it's n-normal to think like this." She huffed and he watched her with a regretful look.

She calmed down and showed him the books, before she took a paper and unfolded it.

"We'll just continue w-with what we've started l-last time, at the library." She murmured. "I've brought the books to complete the d-details you're going to m-miss, when you'll tell me w-what to write."

He studied her doubtful.

"And you think we're going to finish the essay in twenty minutes, how long the lunch break lasts?" He inquired.

"O-of course not. I thought about this, too. We'll write different parts Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, until the next Thursday." She saw that his expression changed; a trace of disappointment passed over his features. "I think we can s-skip lunch a few days." She spoke.

When he opened his mouth to protest, with a hopeful light in his eyes, she stopped him.

"Be t-thankful I have agreed to write the essay." She grumbled. "I could have r-refused from the beginning."

He deadpanned, then he frowned in dejection. Flaker raised her pen, dropped it, bent over and took it again agitated, while he was studying her calmly. She could feel her face engulfed in a hot blush, due to her klutziness, and she breathed heavily. She knew she shouldn't care in the least about what he was thinking of her, but she couldn't help but be embarrassed.

"V-very w-well. T-tell me so I can write." She mumbled in a shivering voice, staring at the table and avoiding his eyes. "Blood and circulation."

It was quiet for a moment.

"What?" He asked in a weird voice. She lifted her head to look at him and she gulped when she saw him having that fucked up look. His hand clenched into a fist and his joints trembled slightly, as if he was going to lose his temper.

"What did you say?" He sharply repeated the question and coldness rippled through Flaker's entire body.

"I… I said t-tell me s-so I can write. B-blood a-and-" She didn't dare to finish her sentence, because she had a feeling that something in that sentence had just woken up his madness.

He was gaping fixedly at an undefined point over her shoulder and his features contorted strangely. His face became somewhat wild and Flaker believed it was her imagination, but his pupils got smaller and the green of his eyes became stronger in a way that made him look like an animal ready to attack.

She froze, dropped the pen from her hand, which fell on the cold, empty table with a loud 'clang', and widened her eyes in fright. She tried to stand up, but Phillip stretched his arm faster than she could react and grabbed hers, pushing her back into her chair.

He was grinning, a 180 degree change from his downcast demeanor two seconds ago.

"You're a pathetic, whiny bitch, aren't you?" He spoke in a low voice, contemptuously. "But you're not going to your little, insufferable friends to tell them to save you, because they can't. I'll murder them all and you don't want that." He looked at her square in the eye.

She stuck herself to the chair so hard that she almost fell on her back. She thought her head was going to explode.

"W-what!" It was less of a question and more of an automatic response. She peered wildly around her; a few students still watched them curiously, but they didn't realize what was really going on. Most of them returned to their own business.

"You c-can't do anything to m-me here." She mumbled alarmed. "You w-won't escape if you t-try anything."

He sniggered particularly amused and released her wrist. He stared at her for a moment. Then she felt his hand sneaking up on her leg and grabbing it under the table, and Flaker thought she was going to get a tachycardia and have stroke right then and there. She gave a short yelp as she desperately grabbed the edge of the table, before she shook her leg wildly, in panic, so that he would release it, but his grasp was like a lock, because he kept holding it. He didn't even flinch at her desperate struggles.

He revealed his pointy teeth and clutched her leg harder, digging his fingers into her skin. She whimpered.

She asked herself if that was one of her hallucinations and pinched her hand, intending to wake up, as she trembled uncontrollably, but nothing happened. His psychopathic stare didn't change.

It was for real.

"Sometimes I don't even know if I want to torture you or fuck you." He told her darkly. He tapped his fingers on her leg, pretending to fantasy about that dreadful, sick subject. Chills traveled from the place he was touching her right into her brain. He smirked when she enlarged her eyes and breathed like she was about to choke.

"Maybe both at the same time." He glanced at her like a hyena at would-be prey.

She continued to gawk at him in horror. Rivers of thoughts jumbled inside her head as she desperately sought a solution through which she could get away from him. There had to be a solution. He couldn't be serious when he told her that he was going to kill her friends if she left that table.

Even though she believed that he was capable of anything.

She violently moved her leg again and she believed she kicked him at one point, because he released his grip and set her free, even though he snickered at her gesture. Her teeth clattered in her mouth and shivers engulfed her, while she was heavily gulping air.

"P-please. D-don't do anything r-rash. P-please." She told him, biting her lip hard, and her eyes filled with dread and desperation.

Suddenly, all the hilarity snapped away from him as his expression went from dazed to confused to horrified in about a second flat.

"Oh god, I didn't mean to say that." He said out of the blue, worriedly. He bent over the table and covered her hands with his, but Flaker remained like a doll, without any emotion on her face. She didn't even try to retreat her hands, she just let him hold them.

She was stunned. It was like he was two different persons in two different moments.

Like he had… a split personality.

Her blood flowed faster at the dawning realization.

"Is there something wrong here, Flaker?"

They both lifted their heads to see Spencer, who studied them suspiciously, his arms crossed. His gaze fell on their intertwined hands and Phillip backed away, retreating his quickly.

"Your friends sent me over here to check if you're okay." He continued, fixing Phillip, who frowned. "They're a little… worried."

Spencer always liked to be tough one, that was why many sent him when they had 'physical' problems, to use his intimidation method, which worked most of the time. He used to brag about himself and to declare himself a 'hero' and he also was one of the few who had the guts to call Phillip 'Flippy' in his face.

Flaker swallowed and looked at Phillip. He didn't appear to be bothered by him. In fact, he was quite uncaring. He had probably gotten used to people being alert when he was involved in something. He had gotten used to people believing he was dangerous.

And those people were right. He really was dangerous.

"N-no." She spoke, taking both of them by surprise. "It's f-fine." She mumbled.

She wasn't in her right mind if she remained there, but that was one of the only opportunities when she could write that damned essay. Otherwise, she would have run in less than a second from him. Which she was going to do, when the break was over.

"Very well." Spencer told her, throwing Phillip a threatening look. "If you need something, you just have to call me."

She nodded and waited quietly until he went away, then she sucked in her cheeks and blinked fast. Phillip stared at her without saying anything for a few moments. He looked miserable.

"I'm so-"

"W-what is w-wrong w-with you?" She interrupted his apology, stuttering. "W-why are you a-acting like this?"

He didn't answer. He just kept gazing at her with those sorrowful eyes and a warm, sickening feeling washed over her. Her lip quivered and she wrinkled her brow in confusion and aggravation.

"Don't y-you ever… Don't y-you ever speak to me again after this is over. Ever." Flaker stumbled, almost bursting into tears. "In fact, don't you e-even look at me." She continued, trembling and twitching. "You'll act like I d-don't even exist."

His lips curled as if he was slapped all of a sudden. A shadow of longing covered his face for a moment and he looked like he wanted to tell her something, but she just turned her head in disdain, refusing to look at him.

A loud 'chuck' sound was heard, followed by a brief, shocked silence and then boisterous laughter a few tables away. She looked up to see Phillip hit by a big carton of milk. Someone had thrown a milk carton at him and it had exploded.

A milk carton exploded on him. She widened her eyes and gaped in the direction the laughs were coming from and she noticed Spencer and his friends laughing out loudly in derisiveness.

"Something hit me." Phillip mumbled and his body shook involuntarily with quick, short movements. Flaker doubted he was going to burst into cries. She bet he was just really pissed. And she was right, because the insane spark returned in full force.

He suddenly grinned and stood up abruptly, throwing his chair to the ground, before he narrowed his eyes and localized Spencer's table. Flaker stood up as well and backed away alarmed, then grabbed her books in a hurry, but he ignored her; he approached the other table in a few steps and some of Spencer's friends sat up frightened, when they saw him coming closer.

She didn't really manage to see what exactly happened in the next moment. All she knew was that the entire group of students started yelling enthusiastically, shouting at them to fight, then a circle formed around them. And that was when she realized horrified that Phillip was beating the crap out of Spencer.

Flaker made her way through the crowd of students as fast as she could, until she got near Cody and Thomas, who shouted as intrigued and fascinated as the rest of the teenagers. She grabbed Thomas's sleeve impatiently.

"Make them stop!" She yelled in his ear. "That's no fight, he's killing him!" She jittered when Thomas looked at her like she was crazy.

"You're joking right? You have to be out of your mind if you think I'm stopping Flippy!" He shuddered.

Her face contorted in abhorrence at the scene in front of her.

Phillip dug his fingers into the other boy's collar and lifted him with ease from the ground, with one hand. Spencer tried desperately to unclench his hand from his neck, but his efforts appeared to be useless, because Phillip watched him into a mix of amusement and boredom. He threw him into another table that crashed to the floor then went after him. He looked down at Spencer, who appeared to be unconscious, before he scrunched his features up in disgust, while he was towering over him. Then Phillip suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt.

"Whoever gave you the right to throw milk cartons at other people like that, huh? WHO? Was it your parents?" He yelled like a lunatic and a deep tension filled the room as many people looked between them, not knowing if something had to be done about that situation, that was getting out of control.

Apparently, no one had the courage to stop him and Flaker remained petrified, when she grasped that perception. He dashed at Spencer and Flaker squeaked scared and covered her eyes with her hands.

Everything appeared to go in slow motion, as she waited with her breath almost gone for the impact, while the rest kept shouting, not caring about what could happen right there, in front of them.

Then the bell rang; a sudden silence froze the whole chaos and she carefully looked through her fingers.

Phillip was standing in the middle of the mess he had made and blinked a few times, as if he had just woken up. He looked around him, at the other students that stared at him confused, then he looked down at Spencer, who was lying at his feet, his face purple from the bruises. He opened his mouth terrified, before he made a few steps backwards and the others departed to let him pass through them.

He crushed some broken glass with his boots as he went out the cafeteria doors that swung loosely after him.

No one said anything for a second.

"I don't think he's going to get away with this." Petunia spoke, but no one answered her.

Flaker just felt a deep hole in her stomach.

...

"We're sorry, Flaky." Ginger told her, while they were walking together on the school halls, heading towards their homes.

"It must be really hard for you to write the essay with that weirdo. If you were afraid of him before, I can't imagine what you must feel like now, after what happened today." Cody stated.

Flaker remained quiet and stared ahead. Frankly, she didn't even know what she was supposed to say.

They pushed the school's gates and got out, into the afternoon light. The bus was waiting in front of the building and it was preparing to leave; Flaker turned her head and saw Phillip in the school yard, standing under a tree and holding a long stick that had a sharp, short iron pin at the end. He stared bored at the bus and at the students who chatted joyously inside it.

"Community service." Petunia said in her ear. "Two weeks. That's his punishment for getting into a fight with Spencer."

They all stopped and watched her reaction, but Flaker didn't sketch an emotion. They asked her if she was coming and she told them to go ahead. Her friends exchanged worried looks, before they went away and left her alone on the stairs in front of the school.

She didn't get close to him. She wasn't that ignorant to do it. She just stood there and gazed silently at him; he raised his eyes and noticed her standing on the stairs alone, then his bored look turned into one covered in grief. She knew he would have apologized for the way he had acted that day, if she was next to him.

The same grief enfolded her.

She shook her head adamantly, before she descended the stairs and followed her friends.