Junior Year.

7

(Aziel's POV)

Yesterday, i was at James Tuffin's house- i mean mansion.

Walking to school, taking in the scene. I know i don't seem like a morning typa guy but its these mornings where i reflect on how fucked up i am. How fucked up the world is, yet in my next life i would choose, over and over again. To be human. Just look outside, the trees are already turning orange, they are dying. Somehow, they make death look beautiful. I hope some day  on my death bed, when i'm thinking of all the dumb shit i did, i hope i can make my death as just beautiful.

I see Cassie waiting for me at the school entrance. We are normally earlier than the others. She waves at me. Honestly, Cassie is my best friend. Ever since , 8th grade when i first started my smoking addiction, she was the only one who heard me instead of judging me. Y'know, when you have foster parents because your parents were to shitty to take care of a child, but somehow your foster parents are even shittyer  than your real parents which then causes you to act out doesn't really sit well with most people. They either pity me or judge me. Yet, all she did was laugh. She laughed and said that i'm strong. That I was cool. 

"Hey Cass." I walk up to her, doing our quick handshake. Our group has a handshake that we all know but this one special. It was just for the two of us.

"A." She calls me. She's one of the only people that can call me "A"

We start to walk to our usual hangout spot when she speaks

"So how was the project with mister goody two shoes?" She makes fun

"James, he wasn't so bad, i mean hes not a complete nerd and he's not socially awkward so. I have a question.."  

"Oh God what did he do to you, you care enough to have questions?!" She sarcastically says, making her and I laugh.

"Seriously, Cassie. Its important." We get to the spot, Cassie gets her lighter while i pull out my pack of cigarettes. She lights mine and i light hers, we take a long drag together. 

"Fine, okay. What's up?" she chuckles a bit

" Would you say, that I make people nervous. Like blushing nervous?"

"Woah, okay weird question but, I would say so. Not to most people, but a good handful might think your attractive. The others are more..intimidated." She says taking the cig from her lips letting air out.

 "A handful, huh.." I take a drag. 

"Where's this question coming from?" She askes me, cocking her eyebrow.

"If i told you that, you would think I'm crazy." i chuckled.

"You are crazy. Now tell me." We laughed a bit.

"James seems a bit tense around me, no?" I asked her.

"He seems so. But everyone is tense around you."

"No, hes like nervous. like shy.." I say running my hand through my hair in slight frustration.

"Oh, from mister president? Ooo.. does he have a secret?" she says cheeky

"Thats what im thinking! Maybe. And, is it bad that.. i find it cute?" i say a bit embarrassed.

"A, i though you were bisexual.. i think you might be gay. "

"Only 65% i ain't gay yet.."

We look at each other and burst out laughing. I love Cassie. I don't know where i would have been without her.