New Rydon note thingy!!!!

READ: This isnt even the skeleton of a story. This is more of what happens in the middle, and the giant blank spots are yet to be filled. Just an idea I had, actually sitting in math class, very disorganized.

Brendon laughs at whatever Jon said about that kid he sits by in math.
"That kid's such a fag," He mutters,

"Ryan?" He looks up from his notebook, at the teacher, trying to ignore all the eyes on him.

He stammers, trying to find an answer stored somewhere in his brain.
"Faggot." Jon says, clear and loud and Ryan seems unfazed, just sinks into his chair while the teacher mutters something to shut Jon up. Brendon snickers, and high fives Jon from the table by his. Ryan doesn't look up, doesn't speak, just goes back to his notebook and Brendon's eyes fall down. His laughter has stopped and math class has resumed but something catches his eyes. He looks down to Ryan's bony arm, catches sight of the brick wall that keeps him from everyone else but himself. Bigger than his hand, a nasty yellow color, is the imprint of a hand on his arm. He zones out the lesson then, the fact that Jon ever talked about this kid. He even forgets the fact he's rich and shouldn't care. He's never seen anything like this, never been in a situation this serious. He's caught then, Ryans eyes flashing up, and he hides his arm under the table. He's up, a minute later, because of the bell ringing,