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Austen glanced up once to see Dean walk in, a bump protruding out his shirt a bit. Anyone could notice it if they were paying close attention. Instead, he rested his head on the desk again, ignoring anything Dean would try to say. As class began, the teacher asked for a few volunteers to write some of the chemistry equations on the board. When none rose to the challenge, Ms. Petrichelli simply called on Dean, Austen and another two students. Austen rubbed his eyes a bit, acting as if he was a bit dizzy still, taking a marker off the board as he wrote one of the required equations, not even giving Dean a passing glance. With Dean taking the medicine, his damage was being done to him already, from his weight increasing a bit to a slight weight and muscle gain. Austen could have sworn the young man was getting some peach fuzz as well, but he was not paying attention. He had a role to play at the moment and so far he was doing fine at it: Being the victim. Something he always was when it came to Dean.