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~Quiet~ [H.XL PT.2]

"Get your assignments out guys we'll start presentations now. Can't wait to watch some of you choke." Mr. Suh laughed. I honestly give up on trying to fulfill his wishes and call him Johnny. Sometimes, when he says things like this, it makes me question his teaching strategies and overall abilities.

Peoples presentations went by, with some of them talking about how they've been to different countries, and others talking about some of their hobbies and interests.

"Okay Y/N, your turn." Ugh. I have a strong distaste for presentations. Not because of the anxiety most people get when standing in front a room of judgmental teenagers, but more of just the inconvenience to my general comfort. During presentations I tend to space out, and I enjoy those times where I can just think and not really pay attention, but of course it had to be ruined.

"Yeah yeah whatever." I muttered. I wouldn't want to actually say that too loud, because I kind of respect Mr. Suh. He tries hard, and that's something I think I can get behind.

 I gave my presentation and talked about probably the most mundane things about myself, but in all honesty I didn't have anything else to speak about, I'm not that interesting of a person.

"Okay great, next up is..." He looked at his class list. "Xinlong, come on up." I went back to my seat, but this time, I think I'm going to pay attention, just for Xinlong's presentation, call me a simp, but I want to actually know more about him. Xinlong walked up to the front of class holding a laptop. Mr. Suh gestured him over to his desk and whispered something in his ear. Xinlong nodded and gave a weak smile, looking slightly upset. He connected the laptop to the projector screen and the entire classroom was silent, watching his movements in confusion. He brought up a PowerPoint slide and began playing it.

Hi! My name is He Xinlong, here's something's about me.

• I'm from Beijing China and I came to [wherever tf you are] when I was about ten.

• I really like music and I've made some of my own. I like to write lyrics even if I can't say them aloud, which ties me into my next point...

He took a breath before playing the next slide.

• I'm mute. I have been since I was around nine, or at least, that's when I was officially diagnosed with mutism. It happened after I had a stroke the previous year due to high blood pressure and heart disease, it damaged my brain and left me unable to speak. I'm vocal but non-verbal, which pretty much means I can't really form words when I speak, but I can make sounds. Before you ask, since I get this question a lot, yes I can scream.

A lot of things started to make sense, but still, my heart broke. This poor angel! A stroke? Heart disease? Mutism? Jesus, it just kept getting worse. I thought I was going to cry for this boy in the middle of class. Why does someone so beautiful have to stuffer so much? That wasn't fair. I didn't really pay attention to the other people's reaction in class, I honestly couldn't care less I looked at Xinlong and felt the overwhelming urge hug him and protect him from this cruel world. He clicked the next slide.

Thank you for listening, or I suppose, reading my presentation, have a good day.

He gave a bow and the class clapped, as they do after every presentation. Maybe just because it was Xinlong, I clapped harder and louder than usual. He took his laptop, which I noticed was decorated with stickers, and sat back down at his seat.

"Thank you Xinlong, and I believe that's it for presentations today, I would ask if I forgot anybody but you wouldn't tell me if I forgot you anyway. So, class dismissed. Oh and good luck with the pep rally, glad I don't have to be there." Everyone packed up and left. I made my way out of the class and to my locker. I put all my shit inside and sighed. I don't wanna go to a fucking pep rally, they never live up to what they're supposed to be and most of the time the teachers just kind of bail and it ends up becoming a party with the girls watching and simping over the boys while they play basketball or something of that light. Lost in thought, I walked away, heading for lunch, but, just my luck, I bumped into...

You guessed it, Xinlong, who would have thought.

"Oh shit sorry." Xinlong shook his head and waved his hand, implying the words "It's fine." I bowed slightly to him and was about to walk away before Xinlong stopped me. 

"One minute." He mouthed. He reached into his his sweater pocket and pulled out a little notepad and pencil. He began writing something and then once he was done he ripped the paper from the notepad and handed it to me.

Hey it's Y/N, right? Are you going to the pep rally?

I nodded. "Yeah, I mean I guess. Are you?" He nodded as well and started writing something down again.

Do you want to go together? I mean, we can hang out if that's okay. I understand if you don't want to.

Xinlong looked down and fiddled with his sweater sleeves, I assumed he embarrassed. Was he asking me on a date? A casual hang out? 

"Hmm, like a date?" I smirked at him, faking my confidence. I really hope I didn't just screw this up. Xinlong's eyes widened he kinda froze up for a minute before scratching the back of his neck and nodding. He got out his notepad again.

I get it if you don't wanna go on a date with the heart disease-mute kid. I wouldn't want to either,  what a reputation to have.

What? Baby no! My heart hurt as I read what he wrote. Did he really think of himself that way?

"No, no, I'd love to go to the rally with you." I smiled out of pure happiness. This Greek God of a boy wants to hang out? Am I dreaming? Comatose perhaps? Xinlong smiled back. Ugh, there goes my heart again. He made a phone with his hands and pointed to me. I furrowed my brows a little bit confused. He sighed in defeat and pulled out his notepad one more time.

I was gonna give you my number so we can find each other tonight.

"Ooh, yeah of course, here." I handed him my phone and he typed his number in. He pulled the phone away from his face and took a picture for the contact photo. He only took one picture, I've never seen anyone do that before. How can you just snap a random selfie and have it look good, what the hell? He really is perfect. Xinlong handed my phone back to me.

"Here I'll give you my number to, just in case." I typed my information into his phone but left the contact photo blank. When Xinlong got his phone back he frowned slightly. He pointed to the blank photo and then made a camera with his hands, making a clicking noise.

"You want to take the picture?" He nodded. "I'm not very photogenic but okay." Xinlong rolled his eyes, he took the photo and laugh slightly. "What does it look bad?" He shook his head and mouthed the word "Cute." Is this man blind? Well he does have glasses so maybe that's messing with his perception of my attractiveness. "Sure whatever you say."  He put his phone in his pocket and took out his notepad one last time.

We should probably go to lunch.

"Oh shit yeah. Can I sit with you?" I want to bring an end to seeing him sitting alone and looking sad. Xinlong blushed every so slightly and nodded. How can one person be so ridiculously adorable?

We walked to the cafeteria, me with a lot on my mind.

This might end up being a longer series than I thought.