Benton's cheeks burned and he tightened his jaw and kept walking, making sure not to turn his head even the slightest bit towards where a group of his classmates were sitting. He squeezed the plastic cup of punch he held in his hand and quickly made his way to the other end of the room, pushing open the heavy door and walking out into the cold night air.

Okay, I'm so depressed right now that I think you really broke my undead heart. If it could break. As it stands right now I'm just really sad. *poor Fraser*