Of course. How could he have been so stupid? Griggs and Company operated like a pack of wild animals and it hardly took half a brain to know how to hunt. Despite what his eyes saw, this had to still be the library. Those boys had even fewer qualms than he did about breaking the rules and now, in an empty, restricted corridor, he was trapped.
Even before he picked himself off the floor (the blow of the other body knocked him off his feet, not that that was so hard to do), he scrambled backwards to put as much distance as he could between himself and his attacker. "Just leave me alone!" he hissed through gritted teeth. Standing, he held his trembling arms (claustrophobia? Algiophobia?) in front of his face. "I'll shout," he warned. "There's adults back here, you'll get in trouble." His eyes were squeezed shut, waiting for the first blow. He wouldn't tell, that was common knowledge. Any one of his persuers would be more than happy to point that out to him.
But the other person who came careening around the same corner he had was too quiet and - Jonathan saw when took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and was brave (like his mother always asked him to be) - too small to belong to that group. All his certanties slipped out the window, along with his ability to dig up the name for the fear of uncertainty, if there, in fact, was one at all. Where did that door take him? The lump in his throat bobbed, but he did his best to swallow it and sniff, with forced disinterest, at the other boy. "Oh. You're someone else."