'𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝟎𝟏'

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒.
𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟭𝟭:𝟬𝟱 𝗔𝗠.

JULIAN NEVER REALLY knew much about him. The guy he would see that would come to class everyday, just to lay his head down and not pay attention to what was happening in the class.

The guy would show up to class thirty minutes late with his hood on covering his bruised up face.

He always looked so tired, so bored with a very blank expression stretched across his face.

And when he didn't looked tried he looked pissed, and like he would rather be somewhere else.

And julian knew this because he caught julian when he was looking at him once. He looked at him with such a blank and basic look on his face. Like he was looking right through him.

Then his face turnt up, like he wished he hadn't caught eye contact with him right before he looked away and looked right back out the window he was sitting at.

But in that short time, julian caught a site of his face then. Usually his hood would be covering up his face, but this time it was off and so he saw the side of his face and his jaw when he turnt.

They were bruised.

Badly.

Whoever he was fighting was definitely trying to get him to understand something. Maybe he wanted the guy he was fighting to understand something too. A mutual thing.

But what got julian was the fact this was an everyday thing when he showed up to class. He would come, have his hood on, and then go sit in the back before looking out the window.

Then he would put his head down for the remainder of the class. Or until he felt like leaving, and then he'd just walk out with his hands in his pockets.

Julian honestly didn't know why he cared so much, but he wondered why he would come to class if he wasn't going to do anything? Like at all? But stare out the window.

Especially if he always came bruised up. It didn't make any sense. But then again, he didn't know the guy.

He didn't even know his name, he just knew who he was because of his repeated actions and what other students at the school say about him.

But it wasn't like julian wanted to find it out anything about him. Name, favorite color, nothing. He wasn't trying to start a talking stage with the guy.

He looked like trouble anyway, like he would bring nothing but stress into the life julian didn't need.

So it was purely curiosity that would no doubt fade soon enough.

Hopefully.

He wasn't even here right now. Julian didn't see him when he walked in. Probably was gonna arrive later right before the bell rings or something.