stars // scavi

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f o u r

Scott saw it all.

And he just stood there the whole time it happened, not doing anything except staring on in shock because the kid was being treated so horribly.

So when the football team finally fled the gym for the field, Scott called break so he could go take the kid his stuff.

The guitar case was lifted off the floor, and the pill bottle was picked up ever so gently.

Scott walked slowly, reading the pill bottle, finding out that, a. the kid's name was Avriel, and, b. he took prozac.

Which, Scott swore he saw a movie with that same title, but he wasn't exactly sure.

He stepped just outside of the gym, and saw him sitting on the bench.

"Hey," Scott said quietly as he walked up. "Um.. Avriel, right?"

Avi looked up with only his eyes, seeing the pretty pretty basketball player in front of him.

"Just Avi," he replied. "Why do you have my things?"

Scott looked down at the objects he had been holding in his hands.

"Oh...I picked them up. Figured you might want them since you're going home."

Avi just nodded and shifted his eyes back to the ground.

Scott was talking to him?

Why?

Avi wasn't anything special. He was just a boy with green pills, and white pills, and so many problems.

Scott sat the guitar down, and he placed the pill bottle beside Avi.

"Was nice talking to you," Scott smiled and patted Avi's shoulder.

He ran back inside, calling that break was over and went on to finish up his practice.

Avi almost smiled. His hand rubbed the shoulder Scott had patted and he wondered.

No one gave him much thought, much less spoke to him.

So why was Scott doing it?

He didn't know why.

Because Avi wasn't a star.

a/n: could you guys give me your opinion? Like constructive criticism or things you like about the story.
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- Katie 🐰