Skater boy (DNF)

-One-

Soft sobs were audible from inside one of the bathroom stalls. The brunet was unaware that anyone else was in that putrid room with him. Therefore, the brunet turns around, searching for the stall that held the quiet sobs.

He noticed a pair of feet showing underneath one of the stalls. The shorter walked over to it, and gently knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?" The boy asks, curious as to why the person was crying.

Silence is returned to him. Clearly the mysterious individual didn't want to talk about what had happened.

The student shrugs and walks himself back over to the sink. He looks at himself in the mirror. The brunet stares into it, trying to find a flaw. Any flaw. Whether it be that one of his teeth were not white enough, or his skirt made his hips look fat, it didn't matter.

While looking in the mirror, he noticed the stall behind him gradually creaking open. A tall blond boy emerges from inside.

He briefly looks the shorter in the eyes. Something about him seems familiar to the shorter, but he can't figure out what it is. The mysterious boy almost immediately vanishes out of the restroom.

The brunet sighs and goes back to looking at himself in the dirty mirror. He takes notice of how his shirt hugs his stomach a little too tightly, and makes his abdomen look larger than it actually was.

The shorter sighs, and turns around to leave the musty, smelling room, when the door swings open, and one of the football players; Nick, walks in.

The brunet let's out a noise of disgust. Nick looks him in the eyes. "Hey look, it's the boy who pretends he's the popular rich girl when he's not popular, rich, or a girl! Hey George!" The football player says mockingly.

"Oh hey, look, it's the football player who totally has a crush on Karl! Hello Nick!" George says, holding a look of pure hatred on his face.

"Yeah whatever. Get out of the bathroom loser." Nick says, laughing as he walks over to one of the urinals.

"Whatever." The brunet mumbles under his breath. He pinches the bridge of his nose, and walks quickly out of the washroom.

He walks almost soundlessly towards his locker, while maintaining eye contact with the ground. Suddenly, something large slams into his shoulder knocking the boy over.

The wind taken from his lungs, he takes his hand from his face, and looks to see the certain blond boy he saw in the restroom, with a worried look on his face and his hand held out for George to grab.

The brunet spitefully takes hold of the boy's hand and stands himself back up..

"Make sure to watch where you're going." The tall dirty blond boy says. Something about him still feels off to George..

The smaller scowls back, still hurt from the football player's words. "Jeez, okay, someone's in a bad mood." The boy says chuckling and walking into the sea of people all around.

The brunet looks up and walks as swiftly as possible towards his locker. He stops in front of it and puts in his lock combination.

"22...48...29" He whispers aloud.

A loud slam nearby him is audible. George doesn't even flinch.

"Hey handsome." Someone says, putting their hands on the brunet's waist. They start to place light kisses on the smaller's neck.

"Hey Karl." The shorter says, and he can't help but let a smirk fall onto his face.

"I missed you. Where were you yesterday? You didn't reply to any of my messages." Karl says.