Casper watched the scene unfold and stayed completely quiet as it did. Who were these two? Wait, he recognised one of them, it was that Harley guy, wasn’t it? It was. The other kid, he had no idea. Red hair, slim frame…no, he didn’t ring a bell. They had saved Casper though, and it was safe to assume his gratitude. “You alright, bud?” The red haired boy spoke, bringing Casper back from his thoughts. 

“Y-yeah…” He gulped, looking between the two. What had happened, exactly? Something with the bully’s phone? It seemed like it, but it was hard to tell, not to mention the fact that Casper was ready to fall to the floor. His legs were tired, his heart was racing and he felt the little energy in his frame ready to leave. “Th-thanks…” Casper looked down, avoiding Lenny’s eyes as he did. He was [i]saved[/i] by these two. Saved…this is who Casper was, wasn't it? A weak little coward who couldn’t stand up for himself and needed others to do it for him. In all honesty, these two were probably misfits as well, with Harley over there taking the prize. Despite this, they stood up against the bullies and saved Casper’s ass. It was so humiliating, not because he was afraid of being embarrassed, but because it showed him how weak he really was.  

“I’m…” The smaller boy continued, rubbing his arm slightly. It still hurt a bit from being pulled by Philip. [i]’Damn, I’m fragile…’[/i], Casper sighed at the thought. “I’m…going back to my…room…” That piece of candy wasn’t worth this. Maybe he could get it later at some point, in between classes. That made sense. “Thanks…again…” He finished. 

Despite the turmoil in the boy’s mind, he wanted his saviours to feel appreciated. He was [i]very[/i] grateful for their help, it was just that he wanted to be able to help himself, too. Everyone needs a bit of help from time to time but this was ridiculous. When exactly would Casper grow a spine? He hadn’t the past sixteen years and for it to sprout now was probably a pipe dream. “Bye…” He raised his head weakly as he turned around and started walking back to the dormitories. Inside that Playstation Vita he was actually [i]someone[/i]. If only he could escape into that world and stay there for as long as he wanted. No…that wouldn’t be the best course of action, not that it was possible to begin with. At least not for him, some other meta probably could, but not Casper. The best way to deal with all of this for Casper was to grab a gun and shoot things, that always made him feel better. Apart from a few airsoft pistols in his bag however, he didn’t have access to anything else. This would work, though. He could go and shoot a few trees, or something. Not today, though. Not today, he could do that later. He really missed the shooting range back home.