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Ethan wasn't shouting, but his voice had a bite that silenced the whole group. He strolled over, towel draped over his shoulder, his expression a calm yet firm one. "Didn't your parents teach you not to pick on others just for kicks?"
Jace chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Hey, come on, man. We were just messing around."
"Yeah?" Ethan replied coolly. "Then go find someone else to mess with."
Just when I thought things were calming down, Liam—one of Adrien's taller, not-so-bright friends—decided to chime in.
"Aw, look at this," he sneered, stepping closer with that lazy grin of his. "Ethan's playing hero for his little boyfriend. You that starved for attention that you hang out with a guy just to feel needed?"
Loud, ugly laughter erupted from the group, ringing off the gym walls like nails on a chalkboard.
