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Bel opened up the lounge after Sociology of Violence, his second period class, determined not to wallow in humiliation any longer. So what if he'd failed ~~again~~? So what if he was the laughing stock of the school? Let them laugh. Next time he'd get it right, and then he'd be laughing as Angelus took his revenge on those who had ensouled him.

Seemingly unconcerned about anything, he sprawled on the couch, reading a book, "Weapons of the Zen Masters."

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Blair leaned back and thought. "I don't know about that, mostly because I didn't know Angel before now. He seems happy now, with school and student council and Sean and Callisto. Is stealing that from him now justice? Would you be trying to correct a problem by doing the same thing that you're accusing other people of doing...condemning him just because he's Angel and not your friend?"

"Angel hates me," Bel said simply. "And I don't care for him. I want my friend back. I need him back."

Blair bounced. "I don't know man, I don't think he hates you. Although I haven't talked to him about it after this weekend."

"So you're angry that people didn't care for your friend and changed him because of that, yet you're willing to do the same thing. What makes your needs more important than theirs? And why do you need him so badly?"

"Putting something back to rights isn't wrong, is it?" Bel said. "As for why...it's a lot of reasons you would never understand."

Blair frowned. "Well, gee mister, that's awful smart of you to not tell the kiddies anything important. I hope I can grow up to be as condecending."

"Angel's a human that was turned into a vampire that was given a soul that got taken away that got given back. Exactly how far are you going to go to put things back to 'right'?"

Bel gave Blair a dark look. "What gives you the idea I would want to pour my heart out to you?" he said. "You don't know what it's like to be a demon or what duties or obligations we have. And anything I told you would go straight to Angel's ear, wouldn't it?"

Blair stood and slung his backpack onto his shoulder. "Maybe because right now I don't hate you and am willing to listen?"

"You're right, I don't. I don't know and I don't understand but at least I asked." Blair sighed; "I'm not going to lie to you, man. I've talked to Angel about some of the stuff that we talked about, but not just for fun or to let him know what you're up to. I talked to him when I had a question about stuff. I don't run around telling other people's business. I may talk a lot but I'm not a gossip."

"Why don't you hate me?" Bel asked curiously. "Everyone else does."

Blair bounced. "We talked about this before, man. Hating is bad karma. I don't hate you. I didn't hate you the other night after the whole fire thing...I was scared of you...but I didn't hate you."

"Too strong a word then," Bel said with a half smile. "You don't exactly like me then, yes?"

Blair shrugged. "I don't really not like you. More like I don't trust you entirely."

"We're not going to be having picnics in the park anytime soon, but I'll say hi if we see each other. Unless you're playing with fire again...then I'm heading the other direction!" He laughed a little and bounced.

"It's a good idea not to trust me," Bel said, his lips twitching into more of a smile at the bouncing. "Demon and all. Wise course of action."

"I hear you." Blair nodded and pointed to the door. "I'm off to class, man. Hope you have a good day! I can imagine it's not going to be full of happy smiling people."

"Probably not," Bel agreed. "Catch you later."

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