It's not that easy (Purplephone)

It's not that easy (Probably not a Oneshot)

Vincent is uke btw, I dunno why I like it that way I just do 19VincentPurpleGuy87

To say Vincent wasn't a normal child was an understatement.

Along with his natural purple hair and silver eyes, he also very well had light purple skin. It did, ya know, fit him and all, but it was still unusual. And to say he got picked on about it would also be an understatement.

The way he got bullied was, well, taken to a whole other level. There was the usual beating and name calling, but sometimes the occasional harassing and trying to kill him. Of course, this was mean. I mean, why try to kill someone just because of the way they look? It wasn't just because of the way he looked.

The way he acted, the way he separated himself from other people, the way he barely talked. The way he stared into space. Everything about him was just giving off a vibe that said "I'm gonna kill you when I'm older". And since most people base bullying off of fear, that was why.

Now that we're done with introductions about our adorable main character, let's get down to the nitty gritty shall we?

Vincent looked up at the school he went to as he slowly walked inside. He could kind of tell some kids were already starting to call out to him, but as he had his music blasting in his ear through his headphones, he couldn't hear them.

He walked over to his usual bench and sat, waiting for the bell to ring for first period to start. He slowly bobbed his head to the beat and looked around a bit curiously. Same kids in the same cliques, same kids in the same clubs, same kids in the same class, same bitches in the same school. It was always the same. So boring, he always thought it was boring. So, so boring.

He scoffed and turned back to his music. The only thing that ever really happened was his near death experiences that he had while getting beat up sometimes. They were quite exciting.

Once the bell rang he picked up his stuff from the bench and walked inside, past all the kids in groups and past all the teachers waiting for the children. Into his science class he went and there he would stay for the next hour or so.

Once inside, he plugged in his headphones and stared blankly at the board. He scanned the lessons and looked back down at his phone, not caring for what they had planned that day. After a few minutes of him listening to "My Nightmare" on repeat a few times, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He looked up and stared into the eyes of a kid with stunning black hair and deep dark brown eyes.

They stared at each other for a while, until Vincent realized he was talking and paused his music to take out his headphones. "Could you repeat that?" He asked in a quiet, bored tone.

"Oh, sure," the kid said in a deep, smooth voice, forcing Vincent to suppress a shiver. "I said the teacher said we're partners, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Scott."

"Oh.. hey. I'm uh..." Vincent stuttered, instantly forgetting his name. He gulped slowly, continuing to stare up at Scott. "V-Vin... um..."

"That's Vincent, it's best not to talk to him" One of the students spoke up.

"Yeah," said another, "he's a weirdo, he barely talks."

Scott looked over at them, then back at Vincent. "Hmm.." He then sat down beside him and began to work.

Vincent sighed and looked back down at his phone. He knew it, no one is different from the others. Always the same, always the same. It's not easy being different.

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After class was over, Vincent began to pack up his things. Scott did as well. Before Vincent could walk away, Scott grabbed his arm, holding him back. He turned around to face Scott, confused.