Silent love by missii

Chapter 2

I slowly made my way outside the school building, thinking about what had happened just minutes ago.

He sure was a good artist, I must say.

I headed towards a big, willowy tree that had a round bench surrounding the tree trunk. I had my head down

as I walked and didn't notice the group of four boys, about 30 feet away from me, at a bench similar to mine.

I sat down on the cool, shaded bench and took my sandwhich out. Taking a bite out of it, I curiously studied

the four boys, because I had nothing else better to do. I wasn't social so there was no way I was going to

approach someone to be friends.

They were all dressed in dark clothes, mostly black and in combat boots. Two of the boys (one with unkept,

messy brown hair who was about average height and a medium sized build, and the other with fiery red,

shaggy hair, sporting those big 3D type of glasses and tall slender form) were roughly trying to shove one

another of the bench. Another boy stood in front of them with a football players physique, spiky white blonde

hair with the tips being blue and pink. He was shouting out encouraging words (which contained a lot of

swearing and threatning) at the brown haired boy, occasionally giving the red haired guy a shove.

The brown haired guy fell on the ground and the red haired stood up, pumping the air and shouting out "I

WON B*TCH! I WON!"

"WHAT THE F*CK! HOW THE HELL WERE YOU NOT ABLE TO SHOVE THIS PATHETIC, MEASY,

RED HEADED STICK OF THE BENCH FIRST?!" The blondie yelled down at brown haired guy.

"Hey!" The red head objected. His excitement short lived. Seems, like he was the one that got bullied a lot in

the group.

"THAT PEACE OF SH*T IS STRONG!" He brown haired guy yelled back, trying to defend himself.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked at their immaturity as all three of them started pushing and threatning each

other.

I looked away from them and moved my eyes to the last person in the group. My hand unconciously drifted

over a part of my bag where I had kept the drawing of me, as I looked at him. He had removed his hoodie,

but I could tell that it was him, because of his unusually big body for a 17/18 year old. His long legs were

bent in front of him and his back was leaning against the tree trunk. He seemed to be drawing once again.

I wrinkled my eyebrows and continued staring at him. He seemed very different than the other three boys.

Almost as if though he was apart of the group, but... kept to himself. You could see that from the way he was

sitting a little away from them. It was like he was in his own little bubble, completely ignoring everything

and everyone around him.

I was so lost in trying to figure him out that I hadn't noticed a girl with white blonde hair, stunning big blue

eyes and an angelic look to her sit beside me.

"That's my twin brother" I jumped in startlement and whipped around to look the girl that had spoken. We