Beck Oliver
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Fights rarely happened in Hollywood Arts, but if a fight did break out, it would be because of drama/acting class. Thus, he was holding up an ice pack for a special someone.
“I don’t think this was regular fighting. That person you were practicing with sure swung hard.” He commented, holding the ice pack in place — dismissing the aching pain in his arm.
He didn’t have to hold it — but it was curtesy for him. Beck was a gentleman, at least he’d think he was one — but maybe he was.
“Want shades? I have some just in case you want to cover your eyes — though, knowing the teachers, they’ll ask you to take them off.” Beck suggested — soon backing down on what he mentioned.
But whatever the situation; he was willing to help out.