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Why couldn’t people just leave him alone, Sam thought as he made his way down the corridor, walking faster than he normally would. He was trying to get away from the boy that was following him, but without breaking into a run. Not only was he inside, and as such would get into trouble for running, but he wasn’t a very fast runner. If eh just kept walking and tried to act like nothing was wrong then the boy might get bored and go away. If he started running though it would show the boy he was getting a reaction. Then he would chase after Sam, and probably catch him, and then what? The boy was following him to make fun of him. Sam had just come out of one of his classes, which he shared with the boy, and he had been doodling on his work, like he usually did. The doodle was of a pokemon. Sam had a collection of the cards and liked to draw them on occasion. It was only a little thing in the corner of his work, but Sam was slow to pack up his things at the end of class, and the boy in question had caught a glimpse of the drawing before it had gone into his bag.

Sam didn’t even know the boy, all he knew was that he was following him, shouting out names, calling him a baby, being mean. At the moment he was still several paces behind Sam, just keeping up. Sam’s aim was to make it to the student lounge. There were other people there, maybe the bully wouldn’t keep bothering him if there were others there. It wasn’t far now, but Sam couldn’t wait much longer. He sped up. He may as well have been running now, though he was still walking it was in a way that clearly showed he was trying to get away from the boy. Sam could see the door now; it wasn’t far.

As he neared it, reaching out for the handle, he heard the footsteps behind him speed up. As he reached the door the boy was right beside him. Sam entered, the boy right with him, as though they were together. There weren’t many people in the room anyway. It wouldn’t have mattered even if the room had been full. The bully was now so close to Sam he could practically whisper insults into Sam’s ear. It was the usual baby stuff; miss your mommy, baby gonna cry? The bully wasn’t much older than Sam, and certainly wasn’t the kind to bully just anyone. He had targeted Sam specifically. The sad thing was it was kinda true. Sam did still miss his mother, and his father. He wasn’t going to cry but he was getting quite upset. He hadn’t done anything wrong and yet this kid wouldn’t leave him alone.

Sam walked near to the wall, passing a couple of people, and sitting down in the corner, like he usually did. Sam likes being in the lounge, but he also liked being on his own. That way he wouldn’t feel isolated but he could still do his own thing. Not this time though. The other boy walked right with him, taking a seat beside Sam and sitting comfortably, as though they were friends. Sam looked up into the boy’s eyes. It was clear he was enjoying this. Sam was trying his hardest not to show that it was getting to him, but it wasn’t quite working. ”Leave me alone, please.” He said, trying to be loud, but not succeeding very well. He shrank back a little into the corner as the boy laughed. Sam was terrible at speaking to strangers at the best of times, and this wasn’t exactly the best of times. ”Go away.” He managed, a little louder this time. He still wasn’t exactly shouting though. He wondered if he should get up and leave, maybe try to get to his dorm, that way he could lock himself in.

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Niko was excited to be out and about the campus, even though he wasn't hanging out with anybody. Even just by being around a crowd, it made him feel good to be out. Sometimes he got in a crowd where people he didn't know would talk to him for no reason and then sometimes he would just get weird stares from everyone and nobody would willingly talk to him. He was used to it, though so that wasn't a big deal. People had been staring at him like that since he was really young, but he didn't know the exact age. He just knew it was normal to him, because he grew up dealing with stuff like that.

There weren't many people in the lounge, but he didn't imagine it would really be that busy, would it? He was just wandering around the campus to see what everyone was doing. There had actually been a group of people playing soccer out on the grounds and they let him join in on the spur of the moment, despite not knowing him. Which was surprising for him, because most people just didn't do that. At least not with him they didn't. A lot of people just didn't like others that weren't in their "clique" or in their already made group of friends.

He noticed a younger boy entering into the room. He had brown hair and eyes and couldn't be but around 14 years old. Niko also noticed the look of discomfort on his face; if it wasn't for him being observant, he probably wouldn't have even noticed the boy entering the room. Nobody else seemed to have noticed, since they were too busy doing their own thing to pay attention to anything else. Niko watched them walk over to a couch from where he was leaned up against the wall. He didn't like for others to be picked on, although he was worried because the guy that was with the boy didn't seem like the type to hang out with him.

Some of the younger kids seemed to be picked on quite a bit and there were several bullies in the academy just for the job. Niko had had his own problems with some of them and had been ganged up on and beaten up one time, because their name calling hadn't bothered him. When he continued to be nice to them, they had just gotten mad at him and started beating him up. Niko took self defense classes because his family wanted him to, but being outnumbered four to one with guys that clearly knew what they were doing, it wasn't going to help him.

He just barely caught the boy telling him to go away from over the noise, but of course he didn't go anywhere. Niko wanted to give the boy a helping hand, so he walked over to the couch. "Hey, why don't you leave the kid alone? He hasn't done anything to you." Not that Niko knew that for sure, but he was just going to assume. The boy couldn't look anymore innocent. "What did you say to me?" The boy stood up and grabbed his shirt, but Niko caught a glimpse of a Professor outside the room. The bullies gaze followed and he hesitantly let go of his shirt.

"Neither of you are even worth my time." The bully pushed past him and left the lounge with quite an annoyed expression on his face. Niko was glad that that hadn't turned into an actual fight. "Are you okay?" he asked once he turned to face him. He noticed that people were still in their own little world, not even noticing what had almost happened. But that was fine with him. He didn't want to cause a scene. "Mind if I sit down?"

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Sam was just about to get up and leave, make a dash for the dorms, when he was saved. He looked up at the boy now standing by the couch they were on. The boy was average hight and looked older by a good few years. He was challenging the bully, telling him to leave Sam alone. The young boy couldn’t believe his luck. Why would this person, who didn’t even know him, be helping him against a bully? It didn’t look like he was doing any good though, as the bully stood up, grabbing the new arrival’s shirt. Sam let out a quiet sound that was almost a gasp. The bully looked like he was going to hit the boy and start a fight, what if the boy got hurt for trying to help Sam? That would be horrible. The new boy was looking over at the door, as was the bully. Sam couldn’t see very well from where he was sat, in the corner with both the bully and other boy between him and the door, but my leaning around them a little he managed to catch a glimpse of an adult, probably a professor. Whoever it was, it caused the bully to let go of the other boy, forcing his way past him and leaving the lounge.

Lucan looked up at his savior, a boy with blue hair and what seemed to be purple eyes. Blue hair… that’s a little strange. But still, Sam wasn’t about to question the person who had just helped him out. The boy was speaking. ”Are you okay?” Sam just nodded for a second before finding his voice. ”Y-yes, thank you.” He wasn’t sure why this boy had helped him, but he wasn’t about to question it. ”Mind if I sit down?” The boy asked. He spoke with an American accent. That wasn’t uncommon. A lot of people in the academy were from America. In fact, Sam had yet to meet another English person. He wondered if there were any others. His accent was quite distinctive around here. It wasn’t the refined accent most people would associate with England, but it was close enough that he’d had a girl in one of his classes ‘oh my God’-ing over him when he spoke. That had been embarrassing.

Sam shifted over a little on the couch. Not that he could shift much more, he was already practically squeezed into the corner as it was. ”Of course not.” Sam, in truth, wasn’t sure whether he wanted this person to sit with him or if he would rather just be left alone. He liked being alone, but this boy had helped him with the bully, so he was probably nice, and it wasn’t polite to tell him he didn’t want him there. ”Why did you do that? I mean, I don’t mean I’m not grateful. I only meant… not many people would do it.” Sam often tripped over his words. His quiet voice didn’t always flow like he wanted it too, and it didn’t help that his mind often got muddled. Starting off one sentence then changing to another mid-flow was not an uncommon thing for the young shifter.

Sam realized at this point that he had been practically sitting on his satchel, which contained his schoolwork, as well as a pad of plain white paper and some pens and pencils. When he had sat down he had subconsciously placed it as far away from the bully as possible. In It was the work that caused the bully to go after him in the first place, and Sam had tried to keep it away, maybe in the vain hope that it would give the Bully nothing to laugh about. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now, Sam shifted a little so he could pull it out, taking the strap off and placing the whole thing on his lap instead. He adjusted his plain blue t-shirt a little, it was in an awkward position after Sam had tried to melt into the corner.

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T he boy that he had just saved almost seemed in shock at first when he talked to him. Maybe that was because he wasn't accustomed to people helping him out of these situations. Which made since, because there were a lot of people in the Academy who didn't seem to pay attention to that stuff, or they just didn't care. As long as it wasn't happening to them, why should they, right? Niko couldn't mistaken the boys accent when he spoke, since most of the people around him came from America. This one, on the other hand, didn't. He was glad when the boy allowed him to sit beside him. Niko wasn't usually the type to just sit there if the person didn't want him to. He didn't want to annoy people, especially since it was already pretty hard to just get people to talk to him in the first place. But he wasn't planning on changing just for them.

Moving over to the other side of the couch, he plopped down on it. ”Thank you!” He looked over at the other boy, observing him. He definitely looked like the shy quiet type, and he probably didn't want to deal with someone like him. But despite thinking this, Niko didn't want to leave just yet. He was a people person and he needed someone to hang out at least for a little bit, considering he didn't have any real friends yet. There were only the random people that he got to talk to sometimes when they put up with him for awhile. He didn't mind talking to them at all, but he needed some actual friends too that he could hang out with. Preferably ones that were going to be more comfortable in his presence and not mind the way he was. So far that hadn't happened yet with anybody he had talked to.

The boy spoke and jogged him out of his thoughts, despite his voice being much quieter than the current surroundings. Niko grinned and shrugged a bit. ”Why not do it? You looked like you needed help and nobody else was coming to your rescue. So I thought, why not?” Sure, he risked the chance of getting in a fight, but he could pretty much deal with one bully by himself. He was, after all, taking Self Defense 102. And probably the next semester of classes, he would take Self Defense 103 for added measure. After all, he had found out pretty quickly that he didn't like getting beaten up. Not that he really liked fighting people, or violence in general, but it was something that had to be done sometimes. He was a little more generous, though and didn't beat them up really bad. He just tried to put them into a position where they would leave on their own. Niko adjusted the bow tie around his neck as it seemed to have gotten twisted around his neck a little.

”I'm Niko, by the way. I'm an Anthropology major. Well, more specifically a forensice anthropology major.” Not that the boy had asked for that information or anything. He just thought he should clear it up, since most people didn't understand when he said 'Anthropology.' Which was just as well, since half the time he didn't understand what people did in their own majors, unless it was something simple like a becoming a Chef. He watched as the boy pulled his satchel onto his lap, although he still looked like he was afraid someone was going to steal it. ”Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your things,” he reassured him, adjusting himself onto the couch so that he was sitting cross legged.

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Sam’s eyes followed the other boy as he sat down at the other end of the couch. There was plenty of room between them really, even though it wasn’t a particularly big couch. Sam wasn’t used to people standing up for him. Even at home. He’d had friends back home, but they were all victims in some way. Most of the time Sam just blended in to the background though. He wasn’t constantly bullied because he often wasn’t noticed. He had been happy that way. It was just him and his small group of friends, getting along just fine. Here was different. Here it was just him, alone. Sam didn’t often get lonely, but it was nice to have friends. Not that Sam really knew how to make friends. All the one’s he’d met he had found by accident. He couldn’t really remember how he had become friends with the people he knew in his old school.

But who knows? This boy seemed friendly, and he had helped Sam out. His explanation was simple. Why not? Why not help out someone who looked like they needed it. It was a good explanation. Sam would like to think he could think like that. He would like to help just because. In some situations he could. But not with a bully, like this. He would be much too scared, for the same reason he didn’t stand up to the bully himself. He might have gotten hurt. This other boy had ran that risk too. But he was fine. He had been brave enough to step up and the bully had backed down, even if it was because of a professor. ”But… what if he’d hurt you? Then you would have been even worse than me.” The other boy didn’t look like the kind of person who would stand up well in a fight, and Sam certainly wasn’t. If a fight broke out Sam knew he would have just stayed in his corner. The best the could have hoped for in that situation was that the bully would be so distracted by the fight that he would forget about Sam… or maybe it would go on long enough that the young boy could slip away. But that hadn’t happened, luckily.

He was introducing himself. The other boy didn’t seem to be planning on going anywhere soon. Not that that was a bad thing. Sam didn’t mind him being there. He seemed nice. ”Oh, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Samuel. I’m doing art and design.” He managed a small smile to accompany his words. Meeting new people wasn’t his strong point. It felt a little awkward for him. When his dad met someone new he always shook their hand. But then his dad was a businessman, not a young student. It would be weird if Sam had tried shaking this boy, Niko’s hand. ”Niko is a bit of a… different name. I mean, it’s nice but, I haven’t heard of anyone having that name before. And… what do you do in forensic anthropology? Sorry. I don’t know what it is really…” Sam felt a bit stupid for asking that question. He probably should know what forensic anthropology was.

Sam was starting to feel a little more comfortable around Niko. However, saying that, he was still practically huddled into the corner. He managed to relax a little, spread out just enough so that he didn’t look like he was trying to get away from his rescuer. He looked down at his satchel. He was very possessive when it came to his things, especially his drawings. He didn’t have anything important in there, just random sketches, but he still liked to keep it close. ”Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were going to steal it. I just don’t like letting go of it. I like keeping my things close. It’s silly I know.”. He looked at the boy sat next to him again. He looked calm and relaxed, like nothing had happened. Sam was still looking, and feeling, uncomfortable about the whole situation, though not as bad as he had been, that was a big step for the small boy.

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N iko hadn't taken much time or put much thought into just making himself comfortable on the couch. The boy had told him that he could sit down, but the lounge was pretty much a public place for anybody who wanted to go there. But, being the nice person that he was, he felt like he should ask just to be sure. After all, what was the point of him getting rid of the other bully if he was just going to barge over and do stuff that the boy didn't like? Niko grinned at the conclusion that the boy had drawn from the situation; stuff that could have happened, like a fight. But it didn't happen. ”I know it doesn't look like it, but I can actually take care of myself in a fair fight. Besides, besides a few hits, I don't think he would have done much else,” he alleged, the grin still plastered to his face. Most people took one look at him and automatically thought he would be a coward or helpless in a fight. Or just helpless in general. But, in fact they were wrong. He wasn't helpless at all.

”Oh, I like your name,” he said, his fingers absentmindedly going to his laces, twirling them around between his thumb and his forefinger. ”Ooh, art and design. That sounds awesome. I love art!” But despite that, he wasn't in any art major, which was a bit surprising to himself. But there were a lot of things he liked to do and none of them were his major. For instance, photography, or cooking, or art. Instead, he was in forensic anthropology. ”Yeah, I suppose I can say that I haven't met anybody else with my name. Well, you know the people on the crime scenes that take samples, and run tests and stuff to figure out who died, or what kind of substances were used? That's what my major is for!” Again, he didn't look the type to be interested in that type of stuff. But he was and that was all that mattered. He was used to people deeming him weird.

Despite being in his senior year, he wasn't the best at explaining what his major was. Besides, even if he did use all the scientific terms, would anybody really know what he was talking about? Probably not. After all, the reason they were asking was because they didn't understand in the first place. You didn't fix confusion by adding more to it. Unless, of course, it was confusion on a different topic to make them forget why they were confused in the first place. That always led to more problems, though. Niko laughed and shrugged. ”No, don't worry about it. I just thought you might would like to relax a bit. I'm nobody to worry about, I promise. I'm not going to mess with your things.” He looked down at his shoe, where his fingers had seemingly gotten tangled in his shoe laces somehow. That was what he got for not paying any attention. He used his right hand to pull at the laces, until his fingers slipped right out of the loops. The small indention's that were created could be seen on his skin, but he didn't care. ”So how did you know that guy? Does he follow you around regularly or something?” he asked, looking back up at him.

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Sam hadn’t really thought about what he was going to do when he’d gotten into the lounge. He was only using it as a way of escaping the bully. It hadn’t really worked. Well, it had, but only because Niko was there. But regardless, Sam hadn’t figured on what he was actually going to do when he got here. Now he was here, sat with someone he didn’t know, unsure of what to do. Niko was sat next to him, looking a little less unsure of himself then Sam did. He didn’t look like the kind of person who would be good in a fight. But then looks could be deceiving. The boy was beaming at him, as though it wasn’t a big deal. But it was to Sam. Maybe he was just a coward, but Sam would have instantly backed down if there was a possibility of violence, even if it wasn’t serious. Not that he would’ve stepped up anyway. But it didn’t matter now. He hadn’t had to, and Niko had helped him.

Sam had always thought his name was quite common, nothing special. It was like Tom or Bill. It was just one of those names you hear wherever you go. It was just… average. Not to say that people hadn’t said they liked his name in the past, but that was just one of those things people said, usually adults talking to him when he was younger. ”Thank you. I like your name too. Mine’s a bit boring, but yours is interesting.” Sam wasn’t trying to be down on himself or anything, he just didn’t think his name was all that impressive. He was still happy with it, he wouldn’t go changing it or anything. But still, nothing special. His second name was the one he most often got comments on. Unfortunately they were usually from bullies making fun of it.

At least Niko liked art. Sam wasn’t really one to talk about art, he didn’t know what to say about it really. He just liked drawing. Making it was more fun than discussing it in his opinion. He was always open to help on how to get better. But that would likely mean showing his drawings to people. He could do that in class but his personal stuff was different. That was one of the reasons he kept his satchel so close. Protecting his work. ”I like art too. I mean, of course I do, I meant, well, you know. I like drawing mostly. Your major sounds very difficult. So you’re going to end up like, working with the police and stuff. That would be great if you solved crimes and stuff. That would be a great thing to do. You’d help so many people.” Sam had to admit he’d had daydreams about being a crime-fighter of some sort. Somewhere where he could stop criminals. It was great that Niko was actually doing that. Sam didn’t have any idea what it would take to get results in that subject, but he imagined it was very hard.

Sam wondered if he was making Niko uncomfortable by… being uncomfortable. He tried to relax a little, shifting his position a little so he wasn’t sat bolt upright. ”I don’t think you’re anyone to worry about. I just… I don’t know. I’m still a little nervous about everything.” Sam watched Niko fiddle with his shoelaces. Sam always managed to look awkward when he tried to do something with his hands like that. He’d much rather just have something to hold on to, like his satchel. ”He’s in one of my classes. He just… saw something I was doing and decided to make fun of it. This is the first time. Do you think he’ll do it again next time?” Sam hadn’t really thought up until now but he was going to have more classes with that guy.What if it became a regular thing?

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N iko was glad that this kid liked his name. Not that he didn't get compliments about it any other time, but he also sometimes got insults – comments saying how weird or stupid it was. But he never let this bother him. Nobody else in his family had names like his, but people seemed to think that because of his name, his family must have strange names too. As far as he could tell, though they didn't. His mom was named Audrey and his dad, Lucas. He only has one sibling and her name is Erica. So there's nothing really unique to their names, but he thought they were nice. ”Well, your name might be more common than mine, but I like it.” He didn't want anyone to get down about their own name, because they thought they weren't as unique as his. But in a way everybody's name was kind of unique to that person.

Niko smiled and shrugged. ”I don't draw very well. I just sort of doodle, I guess.” Still he found it nice to look at them and anything else related to art. Even an art fanatic like him, though didn't understand some of the abstract art that looked like blobs of paint, that were supposedly masterpieces. He guessed his mind just wasn't complex enough to understand that. ”Yeah, I could help a lot of people! Which is what I like to do, of course. What kind of work do you want to do when you finish your major?” There were a lot of things that he could do with his major, since it was pretty open if it involved art and design. People told him all the time that he shouldn't have too much of a problem getting a job with his degree. The only setback would be not having any experience, but he didn't think it would be too much of a problem.

”Well, I don't blame you. Who wouldn't be with bullies like that following them around.” Niko grinned and stretched on the sofa. When he had first arrived, he had the same problem. People thought that just by the way he looked, that he would be an easy target. And at the time he was an easy target, since he didn't know any self defense. The only “defense” that he had at the time was ignoring them and everybody knew that didn't work out very well with bullies. Niko thought about his question. He didn't want to say yes, because that wouldn't make him feel any better. ”Who knows. He might, but if he really thought we weren't worth his time, then he may just leave you alone.” Then again it could go the other way around, and when he realized he was alone again, he could try again. ”So did you come in here to draw or something?”

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