When your sunshine was all I knew

Chapter 2: Nothing would ever change

Skipping blithely, the blonde entered the half empty classroom, prancing up to where Ballistor regularly sat; the seat being empty did make his heart drop ever so slightly, but he didn't let it waver his mood. He had decided that today he was going to talk to Ballister, whatever it took, he would sit next to him and have (at the very minimum) one full conversation without strained pauses.

Though his goal was set, he doubted that he would be able to stick to achieving such a seemingly unattainable task. It felt almost impossible to be in his presence without bursting out into overwrought giggles or making a pathetically painful attempt at smalltalk to frantically avoid silence in between brief conversations.

Distractedly staring out the window, he pondered how he would mess it up this time.

As Ambrosius contemplated the various possibilities of failure, Ballister was forcefully shoved into the class. A crowd of students neared the entrance to the classroom and sniggered as they watched the child slowly stumble to his seat in the back row.

Ambrosius' eyes bore into the faces of said people, a livid fire burned in him as he noticed Ballistor's mouth falling to an anxious frown, eyes dropping to the ground, his features carved with trepidation.

"Street-trash", a distant voice murmured to the rest of the horde, causing another burst of open mouthed screeches of amusement, gums and teeth hideously exposed as they continued to snort out laughs.

Ambrosius was going to hurl.

His fists clenched, nails digging into the palp of his hands heatedly, as a mode of centering his anger on something other than punching their stupid faces in. His body moved swiftly, without warning; he stood up and trod decisively towards the group- though they still didn't seem to be noticing him through their fits of laughter-

He despised the sound of their cruel and deranged deriding toward his new classmate. As he got closer and closer he could feel his fists tighten and fingernails molded into the skin. Nausea hollered in his head, twisted around his ire towards the crowd.

He unwrapped his fist to grab the door handle, and for a split second he made eye contact with one of the few in the group that were slightly more aware of their surroundings. It was priceless: for a split second, the older boy just stood there, unsuspecting, and looked at him in vacant unawareness.

The blonde tightened his grip on the door before flinging it shut.

A lucidly raucous "BANG!"' echoed through the room and Ambrosius carefully observed, almost amused, as the cackles ceased.

The loud noise had gotten everyone's attention, but it didn't matter, as long as Ballister knew those idiots got what was coming for them or, at the very least, let him know someone was on his side. A triumphant grin grew on his face as he walked back to sit next to Ballister (who was gazing up at him in surprise, big brown eyes fixed on him, making butterflies flutter in his stomach). Chest puffed out proudly, he took a seat as everyone started losing interest in the whole scene -which, he now realized, those very outbursts, were becoming kind of his thing-

He looked at Ballister sitting next to him, the dark haired boy's stare now making him feel uneasy. Ambrosius' smirk now flattened to an unsure smile wiggling across his face.

"H-hi..?" Ambrosius said unsurely, nearly like a question.

"Hello!", Ballister exclaimed back, eyes now squeezed shut, beaming up at the blonde.

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"-one of Oscar Wild's most famous quotes would be 'It takes a lot of courage to see the world in its tainted glory and still love it'. We will be studying this quote as a whole, analyzing the different meanings concealed within it and how this relates to Oscar Wild's morals, life and ideologies. Now, let's begin with the origin:"