Roman's Angel

Chapter 3

Roman admired the other boy, Dean Ambrose, as he sat in front of him. They were in their last class of school for today. Luckily for Roman, Dean was in pretty much all of his classes. He always sat in the back, that way so he could look at Dean without him noticing.

He didn't see him until lunchtime. He wondered what he was doing, was worried about him. The other seemed very tired, always quiet still. He never really noticed Roman or just about anyone for that matter. He wished he could work up the courage to talk to him, get to know him more. It was probably never going to happen, no matter how much he wished it would.

He felt a nudge against his shoulder. Seth was sitting beside him. "Can you stop being a creep for once?" He whispered.

"Shut up." Roman said.

"He has headphones on. He's not going to hear us speaking to each other."

"Yeah, but still. He's just right in front of us. Besides, I don't feel right talking about him while he's only a few feet away."

"What are you two talking about?" They both looked up, seeing Baron in front of them. Roman and Seth were friends with him.

"Uh, nothing. Just Roman here was wondering who this boy is in front of us." Seth said, pointing at Dean.

Roman was ready to murder Seth. He could be so embarrassing sometimes.

"Who? This kid?" Baron said, looking down at Dean. "This is Dean Ambrose."

"Yeah, we know...just Roman here wants to be friends with him."

"Seth..." Roman gritted his teeth, glaring over at the other.

"Well, good luck. The kid hardly ever talks to anybody. If I were you I wouldn't even bother trying to be friends with him."

"Why not?" Roman asked.

"Because Ambrose here is a fucking idiot." He slammed his hand on the table, making Dean jump. "Hey, stupid. I'm talking to you."

Dean took off his headphones, not happy he was being bothered by Baron again. "What do you want?"

"You're writing."

"So?"

"What you writing about?"

"That's none of your business."

"Here, let me see." He said, picking up the paper Dean had on his desk.

"Hey! Give it back!"

"I just want to see what you're writing about...Hmm..." His eyes read over what was written on the paper. "Huh? What the fuck is this shit?"

"Give it back to me, Baron!"

"Have a look at this guys. See what Ambrose here writes?" He handed the paper over to Roman.

Roman didn't want to look at it. He didn't feel right taking the paper from Baron, seeing what Dean was writing. But he couldn't help but to read what was on it.

'This place is so cold, so empty

I long for a better life, something much more than this

I can't stand the poison in the air

It makes me sick

I need to get away

This is not the way it should be

There's gotta be something, someone out there