A dashed to B's room, slamming the door and latching the chain lock.
"B! Linda... she's... coming... she's mad at you!" A was panting, he was so weak and small.
Beyond turned in his desk chair, his mischievous grin was evident behind his forced straight face. "Mad at me? What for?"
"For your little performance in class the other day. The rumors have been spreading like the plague!" A was doubled over, trying to catch his breath still.
Linda's fists pounded against the door. "B! You better open this god damned door! I know you're in here! I saw A take refuge here. I can't beat him to a pulp, but I can definitely take you!"
B's eyes narrowed and he whispered to A, "why won't she beat you? Why just me?"
"'Cause I didn't do anything!" A rasped back.
It's more like you're too feeble and if she touched you, she knows that she'd probably break you for good. B presumed. "We can't open the door... she might kill us!" he joked.
"Not us, you! She's only after you! I already saved your ass, I locked her out. You've gotta talk to her!" A coughed loudly, retching for air.
Beyond looked more than concerned, watching A.
"Please?" A requested.
He sighed, he did not feel like facing the wrath of Linda. It was all just a bother to him. Dragging his feet across the floor, he made his way to the door. He peered through his self installed peep hole. Linda had her arms crossed, her infamous foot tapping and her cheeks flaming. Due to the lack of response from the other side of the door, Linda leaned in, pressing her ear to the cold, hard wood. Beyond grinned, and punched the door hard. He heard Linda wince.
"B! You bastard!"
B finally, hesitantly, opened the door, prepared to face Linda.
"Yes, my love?"
Linda grit her teeth, "So, when exactly did we become lovers?"
"As soon as you came to my room, buttercup."
"Not funny!"
"Good thing I'm being serious."
"Get one thing straight, I am not your scapegoat and you need to stop getting me involved in your childish schemes!"
"Alas, but it's your attention I crave."
"You're so full of it!"
Beyond smirked, Linda looked infuriated, more so than she had originally. Full of it? Childish schemes, eh? I'll show you...
He pulled Linda in kissing her intensely. Linda, surprisingly, did not resist. After a moment, B let her go. Linda was pink.
"I think it's best you go, my flower of beauty."
"..." Linda slowly turned, dazed, and walked away. B did similarly, reentering his room. As soon as his door was safely closed, A walked over and slapped B.
"What the F*CK was that for?" A glared at B.
"I took care of her, just like you asked." B chuckled. "Not my fault that she is madly in love with me, and just wishes my stories were true."