Outcasts

1: Hate and Sadness

They were kissing again. They're lips locked, molding into one....

Oh how I always wished that was me. But sadly, it can never be me. He has fallen for another, deeper then the love that he could possibly share for me. Except that bird of hope has died and it's no longer ever gonna be Him and I. Instead, it's Him and Her.

And I am alone.

I'm sick of being alone. My best friend, my meowrail, the one who's supposed to be by my side when I need him the most, was never there for me. He never even looked my way when I was hiding behind that STUPID smile.

Everyone else, my "furriends", never even shown the slightest interest in my well-being. They left me alone with my thoughts, to discover this enticing new feeling inside me. With them gone, I felt the coldness of loneliness in my heart and I then knew that no one would ever be there for me. Ever.

I should have never trusted them in the first place. I should have never trusted anyone if I knew I was only to get my heart broken again and again and again and again. Over and over, as if it was a broken record, forever stuck on repeat.

The bell struck me out of my thoughts, the clatter of lockers slamming as the clusters of students made their way to their next class. The break was over, students were groaning. As for me, I released the sharp grip on my locker door, rubbing my sore, gloved hands, and ignored the pain as I followed the rest of their example and slowly trudged to my third period.

English. The dreaded language of the entire world, yet we all had to learn it. Normally, I feel I would have been overjoyed at being in this class. Not only were we allowed free reign over what we wrote during that small time for creative writing, but Equius, my beloved meowrail, shared the same class as I.

But, seeing as how he has been fairing these past few weeks, hanging around his new matesprit with his large STRONG arms around her shoulders, I'm sure he could care less about how English was for him.

Sighing, I was almost late to class, entering the doorway at the last second before taking my seat. Our teacher was standing tall in the front, checking his seating chart as he marked down who was or wasn't missing. And then class began a few seconds later.

It was complete torture. We didn't get to our creative writing, Equius didn't even look behind him and give me his signature and awkward smile of greeting once the teacher's back was turned, and we were stuck with an essay to write. A boring one at that.

I was happy once the bell rang and let us out to lunch. I watched my meowrails retreating back once we exited the class, watched him put his arm around Aradia's waist as gently as his STRONG self could and they disappeared into the swarm of students.

No longer did I feel hungry. I didn't even want eat anything at all today. So I walked to the front of the school, where everyone knew the misfits and unwanted hung around during any free period. Where else was I supposed to go. The library wasn't even an option, considering that soon everyone I used to know by heart would hang around, doing things I wished I could be doing. Well, almost everyone.

At the front steps, I sat down on the top, leaning my left shoulder against the railing's support beam and gazed out into the distance, watching the cars zoom by as they went on their daily business.

The air was chilly, the breeze that blew past sharp and freezing anything in its path. It carried some of my blonde strands in my face and I frustratedly curled them back behind my ears. I didn't bother to put on my usual hat this morning. I don't know why. I just didn't feel like it for some reason.

I wrapped my arms around myself as I put my head between my knees and listened to the sounds around me.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be inside with the other happy people that even bothered to wake up at an ungodly hour this morning?" someone asked. I recognized the voice.

Eridan Ampora. The most outcasted of the outcasts, next to his older brother and father, that is. I wasn't surprised that he was even out here. I should have expected him to show up at some point.

"And shouldn't you be chasing Feferi around the school to try and gain her affections, Ampurra?" I hissed back. Looking back, I set my narrow gaze onto his slouched figure and snorted at his attire.

With our demanded uniform, his purple cape and blue striped scarf was surely something to laugh at. With our white shirts and dark pants or skirts, the two colours didn't exactly match with what was required. But of course, no one really questioned what we wore with our uniform. As long as it was appropriate.

"That only happens at break and you should no that. And what are you even laughing at, peasant?" he growled. His accent surely matched how he acted around everyone. High, mighty, pompous, and British.

"Nothing to irregular, Ampurra."

He sighed. "Whatever." He sat down next to me, on the other side of the walkway and leaned against his own support beam. He crossed his arms, his azure eyes watching me as I watched him. By now, the other loners of this school started to trickle out, stopping to watch the little stare off for a while before walking off to their own spot.

"You never answered my question, Leijon..." he muttered finally.

I hissed. "I hate my name when it comes from your mouth..." I looked at my hands but decided to answer anyways. "I decided that I wasn't needed any longer. So I might as well join the unwanted."

"What makes you think that you, the energetic girl from the most excitable and reckless group of all of Skaia High School, are unwanted? From what I can tell, you are quite close and needed in that, what does your people call it? Gang?" He waved his hand and turned his nose in the air.

I glared at him, wishing I had the actual fangs of a cat to tear open his pompous neck. But since he's been the only one that even wants to hear my tales of woe, I guess he deserves an actual answer.

"Haven't you seen the way they haven't talked to me in weeks? How they haven't even noticed how I've been feeling like total crap for days? They don't need me and I've realized that I don't need them. It only causes the heartbreak I don't need in my life."

Eridan snorted a little, but relaxed his posture a little more. "That's what happens when people feel like they don't need you anymore. But us outcasts... We need each other," he said.

I watched his face scrunch up and he seemed a little uncertain of his next words. He opened his mouth, and it almost seemed like he was forcing them out.

"And... if you feel you must, you may continue to be one of us... if you wish to have no more heartbreak in your life. We may not seem like the best, but we treat each other better then how they do in there." Eridan nudged his head towards the closed doors.

"I'll.... I'll think about it. But don't expect me to immediately comply."

"Wouldn't dare if I tried."