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"Deal!" Ted agreed immediately, his voice trembled out of fear. As quickly as he appeared Ryan had disappeared.

((A week later))

Ever since the Jocks had been beat the school had felt a rippling effect of improvement. The bullying, for the most part, ceased.

At a lunch table, to himself, Michael sat. His hair, which was usually clean was dirty, and messy. Ever since what happened with the fight at the football field Michael hadn't talked to the Guerrillas, or the Felony Fighters. Apart from Nicole he stayed to himself. Greg took a seat at his table.

Greg could tell that Michael was different, no longer was he laughing, and playfully jumping around. He was quiet, his skin pale, his eyes seemingly vacant. "Are you okay Michael?" Greg asked, worriedly.

"I'm fine." Michael had bags forming under his eyes, one could tell he lacked sleep. Bruises were lining his face, though it did little to detract from his attractiveness.