Pausing the game, Casper let the portable console drop to the side of the bed along with his hand. [i]’I’m hungry…’[/i] The boy sighed heavily as he slid down to the pillow and rubbed his eyes. When was Diego was going to get his fight started with that beast? Hopefully that wouldn’t result in one less roommate. Diego was a good guy who had taken a little too much water over his head. Then again, how could he [i]not[/i] have taken it too far with that guy? Creed seemed like the kind of person that would challenge you to a fight if you looked at him wrong. 

Casper wasn’t quite hungry enough to eat something heavy so perhaps a snack would do the trick? Turning his playstation off, Casper lowered his feet the floor, feeling the stinging pain echoing throughout their length. [i]’I wonder how long this pain is going to last…’[/i], Casper had never overdone it like he had at the obstacle course. He was proud of succeeding, of course, but it would leave him in pain for the next few days. He was sore beyond belief. Adding pressure to his feet, the boy finally managed to stand with a heavy breath. There was a snack shop at the academy and he had a little money to spend, not much but enough to get his hands on a snack. 

[i]’God, this hurts…’[/i], he gulped as he walked across the room towards the door. He slid into his green converse shoes and headed out into the corridor, hoping for a smooth trip down to the shop but the boy would find himself stopped once he reached the bottom floor. 

“Ghosty!” He heard a familiar voice. 

[i]’I am so not in the mood for this right now…’[/i], no rest for the wicked, was there? At least this didn’t happen in the shower. 

“So, where are you goin’?” Philip grinned widely at the much smaller boy. Ironic, Casper hadn’t even managed to get out of the dorms before he ran into trouble. Well, in all honesty, things had been going abnormally smooth since he arrived at the island. It was about time for some shit to hit the fan, right? “C’mon, Ghost! Why don’t you like talking to us?” Philip continued, placing his hand over Casper’s shoulder. 

“Maybe he’s just ready to wet himself.” Greg pitched in, crossing his arms. 

“Nah, I’m sure little Ghosty makes sure to put a diaper on every time he leaves his room.” Philip chuckled and patted the boy on the head. 

“P-please…guys…” Casper mustered the courage to speak but it didn’t go beyond that. 

“P-p-p-p-please?” Philip laughed louder, ruffling Casper’s hair. “He’s just so cute isn’t he?” 

“Like a kitten, right?” Greg nodded. 

“Why don’t you come with us, Ghosty? We’ve barely even hung out since you arrived! We feel left out! Besides, you have to show us how you get your hair so fabulous!” Philip continued, easily pulling the smaller boy along closer towards the entrance. Getting a snack wasn’t worth all of this crap. Well, that settled it. From now, Casper won’t leave his room unless he had to go to classes. There were no other exceptions. He was so tired to dealing with this crap.