Ben's pov
Ya know, the ironic thing is that me and (y/n) literally have every single class together.
Last period was study hall, and I tought her how to hack into Wifi systems. Heheh.
This period is 8th period study hall, and we are just drawing together.
She was drawing... a voodoo doll and I was drawing dragons.
It was really neat. And (y/n) was awesome. She taught me how to hack into peoples Facebook accounts and stuff.
I know, it's only my first day, but it's weird how I hit it off with people so fast.
Slender, my father, (wink wink) told me i was special with those kinds of things. And i believe it.
Some people i just dont like. Like cheerleaders or dumbass jocks, but (y/n) was different. Unique...
(Y/n)s pov
Bruuuhhh this drawing looks horrible.
Bens drawing is flippin amazing though. I wonder how he learned to draw like tha-...wtf...hes.. starring at me.
I pretended i didnt notice and continued to draw.
I wonder what he's thinking about i wondered.
He seemed to be pretty zoned out.hm.
I finished up my drawing, showing it to Ben.
He smiled and showed me his almost completed drawing. I smiled, giving him a thumbs up.
He laughed quietly. We brofisted and went back to drawing.
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The last bell finally rang, and everyone was going crazy in the hallways. Like prisoners that were held in prison for 30 years were finally free.
"So, (y/n), do you ride the bus or walk or what?" Ben asked, putting his drawing and pencils back in his green and black backpack.
"Oh, I walk home." I said throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"Really? Me too." He smiled.
"Ill walk with you, then." I smiled back.
We started walking through the halls and through the glass doors that trapped us inside the school.
"So..what's your story?" Ben asked, putting him small pale hands in the pockets of his green skinny jeans.
I sighed.
(A/n: this is actually my story so...)
"Well...Kindergarten...completely different from daycare. People started to bully me In kindergarten, and throughout elementary. I just didn't know it until 4th grade. And in 6th grade, people started calling me emo and lesbian, my closest friend moved away and my bf broke up with me, so I cut myself...and in 7th I went through a Goth stage and at the end of the year I got addicted to cutting again. During the summer I got really into technology and...here I am." I shrugged.
Bens mouth was agape.
I smiled and shrugged again.
"Well, my dad was a drug addicted and an alcoholic, until 5th grade, my mom started a fire and pulled me out of the house, leaving my dad there to die...and I have been bullied for a long time to. Annd-" he moved some of his bracelets, revealing scars.
I moved mine and shown him my scars along with fresh cuts.
he slowly pulled my wrist up to his chapped and faded lips and kissed my scars gently.
He let go of my arm, leaving it to plop to my side.
I hugged him and thanked him.
He hugged back.
We continued to walk, until i stopped at my house.
"Well~ this is my stop." I said.
"Okay...ill see ya." He smiled and waved.
i waved back, walking into my house..
Well, that was an experience.
Bens pov
I walked away from her house, smiling. That was...fun.
I looked around. No one was in sight.
I put my phone onto the ground, and teleported into it, popping onto the front step of the mansion I live in.
Slendermansion.
