Quinn sighed as she looked out through the window of her last period history class. Her teacher was talking animatedly about the second world two but her mind was elsewhere and she felt awkward about where it was venturing.

She just couldn't get Caim and Alex out of her head.

It wasn't that she had an issue with homosexuals, it wasn't that at all. Heck, if she had an issue with them then Mark would be dead in a ditch somewhere. Her mentality was that other people's love lives weren't her business.

But she just could not get Caim and Alex out of her head and she didn't know why. Maybe it was that Caim seemed like someone who wouldn't be with someone, but now that she really thought about it she could see him with someone. Or maybe they were stuck in her head because her earlier musings about them had been explained and now her brain was cheering or something to celebrate the fact that it now knew what was happening.

Now she just wanted to figure out Caim's mood swings, which most definitely had something to do with Alex.

As she stared out the window across the back of the school, vague shapes of people blocking her view of the white field. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she spotted two people come out of the back door, and when she looked over to identify them she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Caim and Alex walked a couple meters but then stopped as the other people – half the football team Quinn recognized – stood up. Caim stepped forward towards Duncan, his hands out as though trying to negotiate something. She didn't like the way Alex pulled the back of his jacket, his posture indicating him trying to go back towards the school. Caim shook his head and turned his head to speak to Alex. When he turned back to the jocks Duncan's fist shot out, catching Caim in the stomach.

Caim doubled over slightly, but he did it as he turned, making it seem like he was pulling into a ready stance. Quinn sat up straighter as Alex grabbed him by the shoulders and roughly pulled him back, but he barely moved Caim and inch. Caim shoved Duncan back and one of the other footballers stepped forward and grabbed Caim by the front of his jacket.

Quinn shot out of her seat and bolted down the aisle and out the door of the classroom, ignoring the teacher's calls from behind her. She found the exit at the end of the hall and sprinted outside and into the back of the school. Two guys were holding Alex back as he screamed. Quinn was surprised to hear that he was screaming at Caim, who was facing off against Duncan.

"Caim! God damn it Caim! Just listen to me! Back off and let's leave!"

Caim seemed deaf to him and he didn't so much as look back at him as him and Duncan sized each other up. "Last chance freak," Duncan sneered at his opponent. Quinn saw Caim flinch, as though the words were a punch. Duncan laughed and looked around at the rest of his team, who had created a semi-circle around the fight. Caim growled, and it was the loudest sound Quinn had heard him make. He jumped at Duncan, sending the quarterback crashing to the ground, and nailed him twice in the face before some other guy pulled him off as he lashed out. Quinn sprinted forward and managed to skirt around Alex and jump on the guy's back, making him release her friend.

The guy turned quickly, trying to spin her off, but she hung tight around his neck and waist. "CAIM!" Alex screamed. "STOP! You're going to get Quinn hurt!" Quinn couldn't believe what Alex was saying, but he sounded desperate, doing anything to get his boyfriend to stop fighting.

Caim didn't so much as turn. It was like him and Duncan were the only two people in the world as they circled each other, Caim in a fighting stance while Duncan just walked lazily, like he didn't have a care in the world. "Yeah Freak," Duncan said. "Stop fighting, you're going to get your girlfriend and your boyfriend hurt." Caim leapt at him and even though Duncan turned Caim grabbed onto his arm and pulled him down with him. They exchanged a couple blows before the back doors burst open and half a dozen teachers stormed out.

Quinn dropped from the jock's back, the two guys released Alex who raced over to Caim and helped him up while Duncan's buddies helped him. Caim and Quinn glanced at each other, both of them seeming to simultaneously drone out the teachers, and Quinn looked him up and down. His jacket was ripped in two places and he was bleeding slightly from a split lip and a cut above his eye. She could see that his left eye was starting to bruise as was the lower right side of his jaw. Quinn's history teacher took her by the arm and led her inside just as her auto-mechanics teacher took Caim. Quinn looked at him for a second, but then he shot her the most murderous glare she had ever seen and she quickly looked away.

AN: This was fun to write! And I did it in 900 words XD It was shorter than expected, but I got done what I wanted.