But I didn't even have to look up to know that it would be Mike who volunteered first.
"Can you walk?" Mr. Banner asked with a vacant stare.
"Yes," I whimpered, sounding more pathetic than I would have hoped. Just get me out of here, I thought. I'll crawl, I thought... but not if Mike is watching.
Mike seemed eager to put his arm around my waist and pull my big arm over his shoulder. I leaned against him heavily on the way out of the classroom.
Mike towed me slowly across campus. When we were around the edge of the cafeteria, out of sight of Building Four in case Mr. Banner was watching, I stopped.
"Please, just let me sit for a minute," I begged.
He thought about it for a minute, his desire to please me crossing wits with his desire to suck Mr. Banner's dick. After a moment he nodded and helped me sit on the edge of the walk.
"And whatever you do, keep your hand in your pocket," I warned. Mike looked confused. He turned around, slowly, trying to be subtle, and pulled his hand out of his pocket; he examined it, put it back in his pocket, and returned to face me. I was still so dizzy. I slumped over on my side, putting my cheek against the freezing, damp cement of the sidewalk, closing my eyes. That seemed to help a little.
"Wow, you're green, Bella," Mike said nervously. Was he nervous because I was green, or because he was getting slightly turned on by the sight of me on the floor, half-unconscious? Maybe he was thinking about Mr. Banner, wondering if maybe I turned into him when I turned green.
"Bella?" a different, objectively superior voice called from the distance.
No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar, super-sinister voice.
"What's wrong—is she hurt? Did you hurt her, you—you—you —" His voice was closer now, and he sounded upset. I wasn't imagining it. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to die. Or at the very least, to not throw up. I had high hopes.
Mike seemed stressed. "I think she's fainted. I don't know what happened, she didn't even prick her finger... "
"If you so much as think about Bella's fingers again," Fredward said in a voice so low I couldn't hear him, "I will chop your dick off and feed it to my brother. You got that?" Fredward wiped some drool off his chin. Mike scurried away. Then Fredward looked back at me. "Bella." Fredward's voice was right beside me now. "Can you hear me?"

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