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Who the fuck are you

As I came onto the school grounds, I heard scattered whispers spread faster than a wildfire. There were hushes and shushes, chuckled and glares, even some frightened manners hanging around. Mattie, Matt, and buzz quickly backed away as I turned the corner, lighting up my face slightly into a crooked toothy grin.
I heard pondered voices thrilling, "He's the boy that killed the grabber!" Or, "it's him, back up!" as I made my way over to the history room. I had heard for the last few weeks a crazy amount of people reciting my escape of The Grabber, which, wasn't very usual for a boy like me. I'm Finney Blake, the first boy to escape the grabber out of four others; Bruce Yamada, Billy Showalter, Vance Hopper, and Griffin Stagg. 4 boys who had all at least been to my school before, yet only 3 were really known. No one ever remembered seeing that Griffin kid. No one. Anyway, once I had reached my seat in the far back corner, I had turned to see all eyes on me. Which was starting to become a normal thing that I very much disliked. "You go from being invisible to everyone in the state knowing your name." Griffin had told me in that basement. It had recently been catching my attention.

I sighed dreadfully, taking my seat and bringing a notebook out from my bag. It became quite after a quick second, sprinkling me with a sight of dread. Why couldn't everyone leave me alone like they used to? This was bullshit. At least, I had thought everyone had been staring at me, until I looked up and saw their darting eyes, shifting all onto a boy, who coincidentally wasn't me. He was standing right in front of me, kneeling down with an intense glare in his widened eyes. He had shoulder length, dark brown hair, that stayed in its exact place as if it were assigned to that particular spot. His eyes were somehow soothing, given the cold glare he had been putting on against me. And his aura seemed warm.
He was one of those people who seemed to be scary but could be the friendliest person you'll ever know. And I'm glad now that I took that moment to find that beneath his golden face.

"Who the fuck are you." The boy suddenly muttered, earning light groans through everyone sitting near. They had all started to get up and back away slowly. "Oh, hi- I'm Finney-" I gestured, placing my hand out to shake his, before getting it brutally smacked away. "I don't fucking care who you are." He emitted, his cold stare only becoming more frightening by the second. He had a livid look on his face, but his eyes dazzled smoothly with calmness. I'm not very sure how I should feel. "Well, you umm- asked." I replied, biting around my fingers and looking towards his eyes playfully. He simply sighed and punched his nose, becoming more annoyed with my clap backs. "Look. Get out of my seat, you think just because your all preppy now you can come and take MY SEAT?" The boy asked, raising his voice into a hoarse yell. "What? No. It's not my fucking choice to have these people STARING AT ME 24/7!!" I screamed back, instantly throwing my hands up and around for him to gaze at the millions of people staring at me. "It's annoying. Trust me, if you want, you can have them." I declared, gesturing towards the people as the began to rapidly look away from our direction. "So calm down, bell bottoms." I joked, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. The room had been so quiet I could practically hear my eyes moving along side the classroom. No one had been looking anymore, but they all had terrified faces. That's when I noticed the marking on the desk. Written in sloppy ink, a simple, "Robin Arellano" hung there to my surprise. I guess I had sat in the wrong seat. I slowly glanced back up at him, yet now all he had resting on his face was a blank expression. He waited for me to pick myself up and drag my things to my actual desk across from him, which had been an utter nightmare for me. Everyone had immediately starting to glance at me again.

After class, I had went and waited for Gwen in the office hallway as usual. I came here every Thursday, because on Thursdays Gwen got homework help by the writing teacher, and it lasted about 20 minutes. Whenever a kidnapper had gotten to you specifically; it's quite hard to trust your sibling to go home alone. So, I would wait. But today, you could say it was quite different from what I was used to. Instead of blankly waiting as i read my library books, I heard the faint bell sound of the office, sounding the entrance of somebody. I gradually looked up from my page, only to see Robin, from earlier.
"Oh, hey bell bottoms!" I teased, laughing faintly at my newly given nickname. In my surprise, he quickly shrugged it off and waved, before sitting next to me. "Hi. Yknow, your pretty cool. I like you." He mumbled, looking over at me skeptically. When I tell you my jaw physically dropped. Robin, calling me, finney, cool? I hadn't planned that for the rest of my life. But I guess I had no choice but to thank him awkwardly. Which I did. "No problem, but keep calling me bell bottoms and we're gonna have some problems." He joked, seeming to get back off the ground as soon as he had sat. "Your finney, right? Sorry about earlier, I was... grumpy. Nice to meet you. If your ever interested , let's fucking hang. You know how to come at me. I like it. I like people like you." He explained wearily, smiling steadily by the end. With a slight glance back and a quick wave at me, he stepped into the office, blocking out all contact with me again.

...well, this was weird.