NC-17 version of Scarred - Ch. 10
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for all of you who'd like to read the full detailed version of what's going on in Chapter Ten of my HSM fic "Scarred"...
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Chapter Ten
Sharpay didn’t have to wait too long for her scheme (or, well… Alan) to come into action. Two days after she’d talked the shy Drama Club student into making a move on Ryan he’d obviously worked up enough courage to finally try his luck.
‘Well, at last,’ Sharpay could only think.
The last two nights had once again been disturbed by Ryan screaming and waking up in cold sweat and… well she’d really had enough. The sooner her brother would be happily distracted by… you know, getting some, the sooner she would be able to sleep peacefully (oh, and Ryan, too of course).
The twins were putting away some schoolbooks in their lockers and were just about to walk to lunch when Sharpay noticed Alan coming their way down the hall. He met her eyes cautiously and when she sent back an encouraging and only slightly impatient glare the tall boy eventually approached her brother and mumbled:
“Ugh… Ryan?”
“Yeah?” he turned around and looked surprised at the fellow Drama student.
“Can I …like, talk to you for a minute?” Alan didn’t dare to meet Ryan’s eyes but looked at his feet nervously.
Sharpay sighed inwardly. How would the stupid boy want to achieve anything if he didn’t even dare to look at Ryan? Had she maybe placed her hopes on the wrong boy? Maybe she really should have chosen that small dark-haired kid instead, the one who always dropped his books whenever Ryan happened to look his way. He would have been Ryan’s type far more anyway, with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes… he’d perfectly resembled the Latin-lover-type Miguel the gardener’s son had been.
This Alan-type was not it at all! He was blond, with blue eyes (her brother had blue eyes himself, so why would he want another pair) and he was also far too tall.
Sharpay shot another look at Alan towering over her brother (nearly one head, and that although he seemed to stand slumped already) and regretted instantly having chosen him.
But it seemed too late for that now because…
Right after Ryan had nodded for Alan to continue what he wanted to say Sharpay could only watch stunned when the shy Drama student grabbed her brother’s wrist and pulled him away, mumbling something like “Well, not here, come with me!” along the way.
She simply shrugged when she caught Ryan’s confused frown right before he was pulled around a corner. Finally out of sight, a small smirk made it onto Sharpay’s face before she went for the cafeteria to get lunch.
Ryan let himself be dragged away by the taller boy, Alan if he remembered correctly, wondering along the way what it was he needed to tell him. And why couldn’t he say it in the halls (or in front of Sharpay)?
Finally Alan seemed to have reached his destination because Ryan watched him wordlessly open a door to his right leading them into…
Huh?
Why did Alan have to pull him into the restrooms for a talk?
Ryan quickly found out though for as soon as the door closed behind him surprisingly strong hands pushed him against the tiled walls of the first stall. And before he could utter a stunned “Ugh…” there was suddenly a mouth covering his and teeth nibbled at his bottom lip. Ryan let out a stunned gasp and as if it had been the cue a hot wet tongue was suddenly inside his mouth, probing and stroking and… oh wow, stimulating all the right places.
After the first initial shock Ryan tried to get his mind to work, he really did!
He knew he was supposed to push the other boy away but…ngh, oh… boy, where did the kid learn to do that?
Ryan’s hands came up to the taller boy’s shoulders, to push him away his brain screamed, but Ryan’s body seemed to suddenly have a mind of its own and before he knew it his fists were clutching the stiff collar of Alan’s shirt and he was kissing back.
And then Ryan felt strong hands roaming down his sides and pulling at his own shirt and he knew he should really stop this now but…
… but the hands had pulled his shirt free and were now stroking along his smaller back, right over THAT spot there… ngh, ah… and all through this the hot tongue kept working wonders in his mouth.
Ryan’s eyes closed and his hips involuntary pushed forward into the other boy and he heard someone gasp and moan and didn’t know or care who’d let it out, it could have been him for all he cared because… this felt so good and he hadn’t done this in a really long time and the warm hands were on his back and hips and abdomen and they stroked and caressed and this was so much better than your own hand and Ryan couldn’t have stopped this now even if he’d wanted.
And he didn’t want to because the eager hands were suddenly reaching into the front of his pants… ugh, when had his fly been opened… and Ryan was hard already and this felt so good and… ngh, oohh… God, this was… Ryan could do nothing but push his hips forward into that eager hand and hang on for the ride and… boy, what a ride it was… he clutched at Alan’s shoulders tightly and then… then he wrenched his mouth away from Alan’s because he needed… gasp, ugh…
He was close, so close already, he could feel the tingling start low in his belly and… ngh… he buried his face in the crook of the other boy’s neck and… gahh… oh God!… he bit down onto the soft flesh beneath his mouth and clenched his fists in the fabric and then… oh god, then stars appeared in front of his closed eyes and chocolate brown eyes smiled at him out of a face surrounded by dark curls and… GAH…
It hit Ryan like a tidal wave and while he clung to the tall boy pressed up to him to keep himself from falling he saw Chad’s face before his closed eyes and couldn’t help but think he’d already fallen no matter what.
And then Ryan’s brain finally kicked in and he realized that it wasn’t Chad who was now slowly pulling away from him to straighten his clothes.
It wasn’t Chad, it was…
OH GOD!
“Ugh, Alan?” Ryan felt a deep blush rushing over his face but… no matter how embarrassing this was, he had to say something.
“Ugh, well… that was… I mean…” Ryan broke off trying to catch his breath.
“You’re welcome,” Alan mumbled and, not looking at him, took two steps over to the sink to wash his hands.
“Ahem… thanks,” Ryan watched him and blushed even further when he realized where these hands had been moments before.
Oh God, what had he done? And what had he let this kid do? Ryan barely knew him and he certainly didn’t like him that way.
And Ryan hadn’t even known that the other boy was gay. He must have some kind of crush on him, or…
He simply had to ask: “Ugh, why…?”
Alan threw a look into the mirror above the sink and met his eyes shyly.
“I… I’ve wanted to do this for a long time and… well Sharpay said…”
“Sharpay?” Ryan exclaimed, “What’s my sister got to do with this?”
“Ugh,” now it was Alan’s turn to blush furiously, “well, she… she told me…”
“She told you?” Ryan couldn’t believe his ears. “She told you to drag me into the men’s room and… and jump me?”
“Well, no… the restroom was my idea, but…” Alan shut his mouth at the sight of Ryan’s eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
The Drama King’s face was beet red and his jugular stood out at his neck as if to burst any moment. Alan had never seen the other boy this furious, not even on stage when he’d been playing a character.
Ryan’s voice was strung tightly when he asked: “Do I get this right? My own sister set this whole thing up?”
“Ugh, it’s not… I mean,” Alan stuttered, “Ryan, I didn’t mind…”
“Oh!” Ryan shouted and jerked his hat from his head to stroke through his sweat-damp hair. “You didn’t mind! Now that’s just… great!”
Alan didn’t know what to say and simply watched Ryan set his hat back on in that jaunty angle and then hurry to fasten his jeans.
“Ugh, Ryan,” Alan tried to stop the furious blond from leaving but Ryan had already opened the door and simply shouted back:
“Really, just great!”
And then Ryan ran out of the restroom and down the halls.
He had a sister to kill after all!
Chad hadn’t talked to Ryan a lot since Gabriella’s party.
He hadn’t been avoiding the blond, no… they’d seen each other on Tuesday when the whole gang had met for lunch. But… they’d been sitting apart from each other and Chad had mostly talked to Troy and Taylor and somehow he’d not dared to look at Ryan that often for he feared someone might notice his strange behavior. So he’d kept the conversation to a minimum.
And Ryan hadn’t seemed to mind that much for he’d been occupied with sniping at his sister mostly. Though Chad didn’t know what the twins had been secretly arguing about.
All he knew was that he and Ryan hadn’t talked that much for a few days and his secret plan to win Ryan over for the baseball team hadn’t progressed the slightest bit.
That’s why Chad had decided that today he would finally start to make a move on Ryan.
Wait… had he really just thought that?
He’d meant he would get moving… with his plan, that it.
Chad had wanted to catch Ryan at lunch-time and talk to him. Usually he sat either with the Wildcats or with some Drama Club freaks, and always with his sister. So Chad had waited for the twins to show up together and then, when Sharpay had entered the cafeteria alone, he’d been so thrown that he’d walked over to Sharpay and ask her where Ryan was.
He’d received first a frown and then a curt “He’s busy!” along with a dismissive hand-wave from the girl and so he’d eaten his lunch with one eye always at the stairs to see if Ryan would turn up eventually.
What could he be busy with over lunch anyway?
When Chad had only five minutes left till next class he decided to postpone his talk with Ryan and go to his locker to retrieve his things. He hadn’t noticed that Sharpay was walking just a few steps behind, being also on her way to the pink sparkling locker that held her things.
Chad only noticed the ice-princess the moment a loud and angry voice suddenly shouted from behind:
“SHAR-PAAAYY!”
He turned around, curious as to who would dare to shout at the Drama Queen so boldly. That person had to be completely insane or…
…Ryan.
The blond boy came running down the hall and caught up with his sister a few feet away from Chad; stepping directly up to her and growling right in her face:
“What the fuck was that, Shar?”
Like everyone else in the halls Chad stared at the blond boy open-mouthed, too stunned to actually comprehend the words of the following shouting match between the twins.
Had Ryan actually just cursed at his sister? And was now growling and shouting? And… and… Chad couldn’t believe it, he’d never in his life seen Ryan actually furious with anyone, and with Sharpay involved it had always been pretty much the other way round.
He watched both twins flabbergasted and then suddenly the argument in reversed roles was not what kept Chad’s eyes glued to the twins anymore. In fact Sharpay being there vanished into the very back of his mind and all Chad registered now was Ryan.
He looked…
…well, completely fucked was all Chad could come up with; and not in the “looks-like-you-had-a-bad-day” kind of way.
No, Chad was thinking fucked, literally.
Though he didn’t exactly know how a person would look like after… that. Because… well, lack of experience and all that.
But, Chad was sure, if he’d ever come across a person who’d had sex moments before, that person would look exactly like Ryan looked now.
Pretty much fucked.
Flushed, disheveled, sweaty, out-of-breath… other words came slowly to Chad’s mind as he stared on, but the strongest impression was simply… fucked.
Ryan’s outfit, normally neat and perfect, was crumpled and the shirt looked like it had been tugged hastily back into his pants. His belt was… wrong somehow, the buckle was shoved to the right, as if it had been fastened equally hasty.
His black hat was the only thing that sat at the typical jaunty angle but… the hair underneath seemed tousled and sweaty.
Ryan’s usually pale face was flushed and his lips… his lips were red and pout-y. Like thoroughly-kissed-pout-y!
A whole lot of thoughts rushed through Chad’s mind at the sight; they went from “Holy fuck, he’s gorgeous!” over “Who did that to him?” and ended in “Can I have him now, please?”.
And when Chad had caught up on the last one he blushed furiously and felt his body temperature rise (and with that certain body parts).
Feeling his pants tighten painfully Chad gasped and did the only thing logical in this situation.
He turned around and ran.
Chad neither knew nor cared how he’d ended up in the gym eventually but that’s where he was right now.
He was shooting hoops and dribbling from one end of the gym to the other, sweating and panting but unable to stop as long as the image of a disheveled Ryan Evans with pout-y lips wouldn’t leave before his eyes.
And Chad hadn’t been able to make that image go away for more than ten minutes now; no matter with what he’d tried to distract himself, closing his eyes Chad simply saw Ryan, a gorgeous, tempting, simply eatable Ryan.
So Chad had gone over to shooting hoops as a last resort for distraction; it had always worked before when something had been troubling him big time.
Shooting lonely hoops in the deserted gym meant powering himself out to near-death.
Chad longed, simply needed to do this because… right now he was clinging to the last straw of hope that he would eventually be too tired to think or feel anything.
But twenty minutes later, long before that blissful state of mind had overtaken him, Chad suddenly noticed someone standing in one corner of the gym.
And it was the last person he needed to see right now.
Ryan.
TBC
I’m sorry for having to end with a big cliffhanger again, but this was the best place to stop because what comes next, finally some Chyan interaction, will probably take ten pages alone.
The next Chapter will be up in a few days, keep looking out. Oh, and also: keep reviewing so nicely, I’m really overwhelmed by the attention this story is getting. I can’t believe you guys nearly made it to the 77th review. Whoever will write it, you will get a nice gift from me. So, keep it coming…
for all of you who'd like to read the full detailed version of what's going on in Chapter Ten of my HSM fic "Scarred"...
well, here's it.
Have fun :-)
Chapter Ten
Sharpay didn’t have to wait too long for her scheme (or, well… Alan) to come into action. Two days after she’d talked the shy Drama Club student into making a move on Ryan he’d obviously worked up enough courage to finally try his luck.
‘Well, at last,’ Sharpay could only think.
The last two nights had once again been disturbed by Ryan screaming and waking up in cold sweat and… well she’d really had enough. The sooner her brother would be happily distracted by… you know, getting some, the sooner she would be able to sleep peacefully (oh, and Ryan, too of course).
The twins were putting away some schoolbooks in their lockers and were just about to walk to lunch when Sharpay noticed Alan coming their way down the hall. He met her eyes cautiously and when she sent back an encouraging and only slightly impatient glare the tall boy eventually approached her brother and mumbled:
“Ugh… Ryan?”
“Yeah?” he turned around and looked surprised at the fellow Drama student.
“Can I …like, talk to you for a minute?” Alan didn’t dare to meet Ryan’s eyes but looked at his feet nervously.
Sharpay sighed inwardly. How would the stupid boy want to achieve anything if he didn’t even dare to look at Ryan? Had she maybe placed her hopes on the wrong boy? Maybe she really should have chosen that small dark-haired kid instead, the one who always dropped his books whenever Ryan happened to look his way. He would have been Ryan’s type far more anyway, with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes… he’d perfectly resembled the Latin-lover-type Miguel the gardener’s son had been.
This Alan-type was not it at all! He was blond, with blue eyes (her brother had blue eyes himself, so why would he want another pair) and he was also far too tall.
Sharpay shot another look at Alan towering over her brother (nearly one head, and that although he seemed to stand slumped already) and regretted instantly having chosen him.
But it seemed too late for that now because…
Right after Ryan had nodded for Alan to continue what he wanted to say Sharpay could only watch stunned when the shy Drama student grabbed her brother’s wrist and pulled him away, mumbling something like “Well, not here, come with me!” along the way.
She simply shrugged when she caught Ryan’s confused frown right before he was pulled around a corner. Finally out of sight, a small smirk made it onto Sharpay’s face before she went for the cafeteria to get lunch.
Ryan let himself be dragged away by the taller boy, Alan if he remembered correctly, wondering along the way what it was he needed to tell him. And why couldn’t he say it in the halls (or in front of Sharpay)?
Finally Alan seemed to have reached his destination because Ryan watched him wordlessly open a door to his right leading them into…
Huh?
Why did Alan have to pull him into the restrooms for a talk?
Ryan quickly found out though for as soon as the door closed behind him surprisingly strong hands pushed him against the tiled walls of the first stall. And before he could utter a stunned “Ugh…” there was suddenly a mouth covering his and teeth nibbled at his bottom lip. Ryan let out a stunned gasp and as if it had been the cue a hot wet tongue was suddenly inside his mouth, probing and stroking and… oh wow, stimulating all the right places.
After the first initial shock Ryan tried to get his mind to work, he really did!
He knew he was supposed to push the other boy away but…ngh, oh… boy, where did the kid learn to do that?
Ryan’s hands came up to the taller boy’s shoulders, to push him away his brain screamed, but Ryan’s body seemed to suddenly have a mind of its own and before he knew it his fists were clutching the stiff collar of Alan’s shirt and he was kissing back.
And then Ryan felt strong hands roaming down his sides and pulling at his own shirt and he knew he should really stop this now but…
… but the hands had pulled his shirt free and were now stroking along his smaller back, right over THAT spot there… ngh, ah… and all through this the hot tongue kept working wonders in his mouth.
Ryan’s eyes closed and his hips involuntary pushed forward into the other boy and he heard someone gasp and moan and didn’t know or care who’d let it out, it could have been him for all he cared because… this felt so good and he hadn’t done this in a really long time and the warm hands were on his back and hips and abdomen and they stroked and caressed and this was so much better than your own hand and Ryan couldn’t have stopped this now even if he’d wanted.
And he didn’t want to because the eager hands were suddenly reaching into the front of his pants… ugh, when had his fly been opened… and Ryan was hard already and this felt so good and… ngh, oohh… God, this was… Ryan could do nothing but push his hips forward into that eager hand and hang on for the ride and… boy, what a ride it was… he clutched at Alan’s shoulders tightly and then… then he wrenched his mouth away from Alan’s because he needed… gasp, ugh…
He was close, so close already, he could feel the tingling start low in his belly and… ngh… he buried his face in the crook of the other boy’s neck and… gahh… oh God!… he bit down onto the soft flesh beneath his mouth and clenched his fists in the fabric and then… oh god, then stars appeared in front of his closed eyes and chocolate brown eyes smiled at him out of a face surrounded by dark curls and… GAH…
It hit Ryan like a tidal wave and while he clung to the tall boy pressed up to him to keep himself from falling he saw Chad’s face before his closed eyes and couldn’t help but think he’d already fallen no matter what.
And then Ryan’s brain finally kicked in and he realized that it wasn’t Chad who was now slowly pulling away from him to straighten his clothes.
It wasn’t Chad, it was…
OH GOD!
“Ugh, Alan?” Ryan felt a deep blush rushing over his face but… no matter how embarrassing this was, he had to say something.
“Ugh, well… that was… I mean…” Ryan broke off trying to catch his breath.
“You’re welcome,” Alan mumbled and, not looking at him, took two steps over to the sink to wash his hands.
“Ahem… thanks,” Ryan watched him and blushed even further when he realized where these hands had been moments before.
Oh God, what had he done? And what had he let this kid do? Ryan barely knew him and he certainly didn’t like him that way.
And Ryan hadn’t even known that the other boy was gay. He must have some kind of crush on him, or…
He simply had to ask: “Ugh, why…?”
Alan threw a look into the mirror above the sink and met his eyes shyly.
“I… I’ve wanted to do this for a long time and… well Sharpay said…”
“Sharpay?” Ryan exclaimed, “What’s my sister got to do with this?”
“Ugh,” now it was Alan’s turn to blush furiously, “well, she… she told me…”
“She told you?” Ryan couldn’t believe his ears. “She told you to drag me into the men’s room and… and jump me?”
“Well, no… the restroom was my idea, but…” Alan shut his mouth at the sight of Ryan’s eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
The Drama King’s face was beet red and his jugular stood out at his neck as if to burst any moment. Alan had never seen the other boy this furious, not even on stage when he’d been playing a character.
Ryan’s voice was strung tightly when he asked: “Do I get this right? My own sister set this whole thing up?”
“Ugh, it’s not… I mean,” Alan stuttered, “Ryan, I didn’t mind…”
“Oh!” Ryan shouted and jerked his hat from his head to stroke through his sweat-damp hair. “You didn’t mind! Now that’s just… great!”
Alan didn’t know what to say and simply watched Ryan set his hat back on in that jaunty angle and then hurry to fasten his jeans.
“Ugh, Ryan,” Alan tried to stop the furious blond from leaving but Ryan had already opened the door and simply shouted back:
“Really, just great!”
And then Ryan ran out of the restroom and down the halls.
He had a sister to kill after all!
Chad hadn’t talked to Ryan a lot since Gabriella’s party.
He hadn’t been avoiding the blond, no… they’d seen each other on Tuesday when the whole gang had met for lunch. But… they’d been sitting apart from each other and Chad had mostly talked to Troy and Taylor and somehow he’d not dared to look at Ryan that often for he feared someone might notice his strange behavior. So he’d kept the conversation to a minimum.
And Ryan hadn’t seemed to mind that much for he’d been occupied with sniping at his sister mostly. Though Chad didn’t know what the twins had been secretly arguing about.
All he knew was that he and Ryan hadn’t talked that much for a few days and his secret plan to win Ryan over for the baseball team hadn’t progressed the slightest bit.
That’s why Chad had decided that today he would finally start to make a move on Ryan.
Wait… had he really just thought that?
He’d meant he would get moving… with his plan, that it.
Chad had wanted to catch Ryan at lunch-time and talk to him. Usually he sat either with the Wildcats or with some Drama Club freaks, and always with his sister. So Chad had waited for the twins to show up together and then, when Sharpay had entered the cafeteria alone, he’d been so thrown that he’d walked over to Sharpay and ask her where Ryan was.
He’d received first a frown and then a curt “He’s busy!” along with a dismissive hand-wave from the girl and so he’d eaten his lunch with one eye always at the stairs to see if Ryan would turn up eventually.
What could he be busy with over lunch anyway?
When Chad had only five minutes left till next class he decided to postpone his talk with Ryan and go to his locker to retrieve his things. He hadn’t noticed that Sharpay was walking just a few steps behind, being also on her way to the pink sparkling locker that held her things.
Chad only noticed the ice-princess the moment a loud and angry voice suddenly shouted from behind:
“SHAR-PAAAYY!”
He turned around, curious as to who would dare to shout at the Drama Queen so boldly. That person had to be completely insane or…
…Ryan.
The blond boy came running down the hall and caught up with his sister a few feet away from Chad; stepping directly up to her and growling right in her face:
“What the fuck was that, Shar?”
Like everyone else in the halls Chad stared at the blond boy open-mouthed, too stunned to actually comprehend the words of the following shouting match between the twins.
Had Ryan actually just cursed at his sister? And was now growling and shouting? And… and… Chad couldn’t believe it, he’d never in his life seen Ryan actually furious with anyone, and with Sharpay involved it had always been pretty much the other way round.
He watched both twins flabbergasted and then suddenly the argument in reversed roles was not what kept Chad’s eyes glued to the twins anymore. In fact Sharpay being there vanished into the very back of his mind and all Chad registered now was Ryan.
He looked…
…well, completely fucked was all Chad could come up with; and not in the “looks-like-you-had-a-bad-day” kind of way.
No, Chad was thinking fucked, literally.
Though he didn’t exactly know how a person would look like after… that. Because… well, lack of experience and all that.
But, Chad was sure, if he’d ever come across a person who’d had sex moments before, that person would look exactly like Ryan looked now.
Pretty much fucked.
Flushed, disheveled, sweaty, out-of-breath… other words came slowly to Chad’s mind as he stared on, but the strongest impression was simply… fucked.
Ryan’s outfit, normally neat and perfect, was crumpled and the shirt looked like it had been tugged hastily back into his pants. His belt was… wrong somehow, the buckle was shoved to the right, as if it had been fastened equally hasty.
His black hat was the only thing that sat at the typical jaunty angle but… the hair underneath seemed tousled and sweaty.
Ryan’s usually pale face was flushed and his lips… his lips were red and pout-y. Like thoroughly-kissed-pout-y!
A whole lot of thoughts rushed through Chad’s mind at the sight; they went from “Holy fuck, he’s gorgeous!” over “Who did that to him?” and ended in “Can I have him now, please?”.
And when Chad had caught up on the last one he blushed furiously and felt his body temperature rise (and with that certain body parts).
Feeling his pants tighten painfully Chad gasped and did the only thing logical in this situation.
He turned around and ran.
Chad neither knew nor cared how he’d ended up in the gym eventually but that’s where he was right now.
He was shooting hoops and dribbling from one end of the gym to the other, sweating and panting but unable to stop as long as the image of a disheveled Ryan Evans with pout-y lips wouldn’t leave before his eyes.
And Chad hadn’t been able to make that image go away for more than ten minutes now; no matter with what he’d tried to distract himself, closing his eyes Chad simply saw Ryan, a gorgeous, tempting, simply eatable Ryan.
So Chad had gone over to shooting hoops as a last resort for distraction; it had always worked before when something had been troubling him big time.
Shooting lonely hoops in the deserted gym meant powering himself out to near-death.
Chad longed, simply needed to do this because… right now he was clinging to the last straw of hope that he would eventually be too tired to think or feel anything.
But twenty minutes later, long before that blissful state of mind had overtaken him, Chad suddenly noticed someone standing in one corner of the gym.
And it was the last person he needed to see right now.
Ryan.
TBC
I’m sorry for having to end with a big cliffhanger again, but this was the best place to stop because what comes next, finally some Chyan interaction, will probably take ten pages alone.
The next Chapter will be up in a few days, keep looking out. Oh, and also: keep reviewing so nicely, I’m really overwhelmed by the attention this story is getting. I can’t believe you guys nearly made it to the 77th review. Whoever will write it, you will get a nice gift from me. So, keep it coming…