Where the stars meet

☆Left out☆

Left out (verb)

fail to include someone or something.

"It seemed unkind to leave Daisy out."

The principal looked Zephyr right in the eyes, "Do you really like getting into trouble?" He demanded.

Zephyr clicked his tongue "but I did not start the fight, it was him!" He exclaimed.

"Enough!" The principal yelled. Celeste flinched as his voice echoed through the room.

"As a punishment, you, Mr.Torrens will need to show Mr.Robinson around the school, instead of going home with your batch." The principal stated firmly.

Zephyr rolled his eyes in response and exited the office, leaving Celeste to follow him into the empty corridor.

"Look I'll just show you around the main building, I ain't got time." Zephyr huffed with dominance in his voice.

Celeste nodded in agreement, trying his best not to piss off the raven haired boy any further.

Zephyr stomped down the hall expecting Celeste to follow behind, but Celeste slowly trudged out into the middle of the floor, confused as ever.

"This is NOT what we're about to do." Zephyr threatened, stomping back and dragging Celeste along.

The tour didn't last very long before Zephyr got irritated with Celeste's shy and mild personality.

They stopped at the rooftop. "And this concludes our tour." Zephyr said with annoyance in his tone.

With nothing left to say, Celeste awkwardly smiled, "Thanks.." he blurted out, so softly that it was almost a whisper.

Zephyr raised his brow in confusion. 'Why was this guy so uptight' was all he could ask himself "Bye I guess." he said as he walked off.

Celeste sighed to himself watching Zephyr walk down the stairs, until he made a turn and he wasn't visible anymore.

It was time for the students staying back for detention and staff to finally go home. As many were tired and ready to leave, a part of Celeste didn't want to go back.

Celeste made his way down the busy hall with piles of books and papers in his hands, and then to his locker the principal gave him earlier.

Oh his way, he could've sworn he saw his parents standing near his locker, but they faded away as he got closer.

"Not this again" he said to himself.

Twisting the lock '12, 7, 3' Celeste had messed up the code. Struggling to hold on to his stuff, he dropped his belongings all over the floor.

Being lost in their own conversation, a group of students did not notice the scattered stationary and stepped all over it.

Celeste sighed, dreading their ignorance.

He knelt down on his knees and tried to gather everything back up when his eyes fell upon a pair of black shoes

"How'd you manage to do that." a similar voice spoke.

The guy knelt down and Celeste gazed at the familiar face. "Zephyr?"

"No. John Cena-" he said to which a confused expression spread over Celeste's face.

"Of course dumbass, who else am I supposed to be?" The wind blew past the open window as both boys scooped up the papers.

"Ahh.. thank you."

Celeste twisted the locker combination again and widely opened the locker, then they pushed the papers and books into the locker.

Zephyr slammed the locker shut, slightly scaring Celeste.

Zephyr shuffled himself away from Celeste to also get ready to leave.

Exiting the building, Celeste walks down the long pathway and onto the sidewalk.

He had gotten thirsty so he stopped by a nearby smoothie shop to get something to drink.

Opening the front door Celeste was greeted by his rushing mother leaving for some sort of business tour, which Celeste knew was something else, probably a new boyfriend or something.

Before walking out the door she turned around flipping her hair "I'm leaving for the business tour, don't cause trouble, see you later." She said fiddling with the handle of her sunglasses.

"Ahh...okay then." Celeste replies,

"Could you clean up the kitchen? I forgot to do it this morning." She added as she slammed the door shut.

"Oh great." Celeste whispered as he made his way to the kitchen, soaking a rag in warm water and adding a dash of soap to it, he started to clean.

A part of him knew, that his so-called mother left it dirty on purpose. It took him quite long to clean, he'd see the stars and planets surrounding him which kept getting him distracted.

Once it was cleaned, Celeste threw the dirty rag in the trash and sluggishly made his way to his room, which was in the basement.

He threw his backpack on the floor. Falling on the bed, he lets out a heavy sigh.

Celeste slid open the nightstand drawer revealing three empty medicine bottles.

"Great." He uttered knowing his parents took them, for an unknown reason.

The household Celeste is in, wasn't the greatest. He was adopted a few months after his parents died in a house fire.

He still gets flashbacks of those burning flames rising to a touch.

The distant screams coming from the second floor. Standing in a field of the green, the tears of young Celeste dripped down his cheeks.

Reflecting off his brown eyes, were his parents with flames in their chest

Shutting his eyes tightly, all Celeste could think about was how left out he was.