"I'm not doing anything! Not even if you paid me!"

"How about for 5 bucks?"

"No!"

"10."

"No!"

"Ah, for free then."

"Get your hands off of me!"

Syrus struggled as Chazz, the rich asshole of Duel Academy, pressed him against the wall with a smirk. Even though Syrus talked big, he was way too small for his denial to have any merit. The other towered above him, holding the wrists of the smaller boy with little effort as he squirmed and writhed, swearing under his breath. Exhausted from all his flailing, Syrus took a deep breath and glared at Chazz, his glasses sliding down his nose so that the other boy was just a blur. "I said, get your hands off of me!" he insisted.

"I don't think so twerp." retorted Chazz, removing one hand to flick Syrus's nose before pushing his glasses up. How else could Syrus appreciate how handsome the guy who was restraining him was? "I said I have some buisness to do with you and I mean it."

"I'm not interested." Said Syrus, frowning at Chazz. "Whatever you want, it can't be good."

"Listen, you should be glad I'm even coming to you about this anyway, loser!" snapped Chazz, a scowl forming as a result of Syrus's insolence.

"Why don't you pick on someone else?" asked Syrus softly, anger fading from his voice so that it sounded more like a sad whine than a threat. Chazz closed his eyes so that the other's attempt at trying to appeal to his tiny threshold of compassion and mercy would be futile.

"Now you're sounding like a baby. I'm not asking you to do this okay? I'm telling you. At least, I'm offering something for you in return." Said Chazz, still holding Syrus's wrists against the wall in the empty hallway. His patience was running out, as was the time to do this. "I'm giving you one last chance, Syrus." With that, Chazz reached into his pocket, pulling out a 20 dollar bill. He smirked at the money, which might as well have been Kleenex to him, and shoved it into Syrus's pant pocket. "That's my final offer."

Syrus looked at his pocket in alarm and then stared at Chazz, looking miffed. With his hands held tightly like this, he was in no position to refuse was he? With a sigh, Syrus steeled himself for a kick in the gut or an escort to Swirlie City and nodded gingerly. "Fine. If you were going to do it anyway, there's nothing I can do."

Heat erupted onto his face as Chazz pressed his lips to Syrus's in a soft, closed-mouth kiss. Syrus's eyes flew open at the pressure on his mouth and he stiffened at the shock. Chazz held the position for a moment and then pulled away with satisifed sigh, as though he had just finished taking a gulp of delicious, refreshing soda. "There." Said Chazz, licking his lips. "You can go ahead and keep the change."