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Jace Evans....

How could he be anyone's type? Six-foot-two-inches of sun-kissed skin, with sandy blond hair, a curtain before his glowing amber eyes. Not really Darren's type, anyway. Too many warm colors in too many places. Excluding his killer looks, though, Jace was just another meat-headed douche who may not have ever put his hands on him the way his friends did, but he still enjoyed their company. Someone like Darren could only understand people like them as some kind of evil force that people loved to be abused by, for some reason or another. Perhaps the sadists of the school, herding all the poor little masochists who'd kill for even a taste of that light; moths to a flame. As much as he hated to admit it, though, Dare was nothing but your typical outcast. It was his mouth, more than anything, which got in him trouble. He didn't know to control it, unfortunately, but whether or not the kids around him thought it was bravery, it certainly wasn't. Those days, like most, he just opted not to take his pills like a good boy. Either way, he was now standing at the mouth of the school entrance, staring at the sets of stairs before him. There were two sets leading one floor up from the landing; one on either side of the middle row, which took you downward, near the cafeteria; a place he liked to avoid when he could.

That was where that sad group of people circled like vultures, staring down those that were less fortunate. Their self-righteousness was enough to make Darren sick, but he didn't avoid it this time. He might have just been too distracted in thought to pay much attention, as going through the cafeteria was the shorter route to his class after all, but he looked up just in time to catch a smile from Jace. A smile he couldn't help returning, though it was only brief before they returned to their prior obligations. That last thing that either of them wanted to do was ruin their reputations, right? Who'd want to be seen around a guy like Jace, anyway? Darren was very nearly his polar opposite. His skin was so pale, and his eyes so circled in dark, he almost always appeared sick. Since the recent loss of his mother, he hadn't been getting nearly as much sleep as was required to sustain normal brain function, and he'd never been one to spend much time in the sun. He'd been born brunette, but again, warm colors hadn't been his thing for a year or so, so black it was painted, off-setting his eyes; one light brown, and other of like-shade, speckled with green.

Black. Everything black: every article of clothing, every pair of shoes, every binder, and backpack. Dare was certainly a sunspot, walking out the door to the hall on the other side of the cafeteria. It was a little loud, and he quickly ducked around a corner, into a small collection of lockers. Number 223, top shelf. The words "freak" and "faggot", scratched into it boldly, made him laugh hollowly. Returning to school after missing a couple of weeks had had him a little worried before, but his teachers were all very understanding, and helpful, and his counselor wanted to pound into him that he was welcome to leave class at anytime during the year that he wanted to come and see her. Taking a breath, Darren reached up, starting to turn the dial before being pushed up against his locker, "Damn, man! You could have scuffed my shoe. Watch where the fuck you're goin', eh?" His eyes closed, the cold of the locker against his cheek cooling his head a little. He'd just been in trouble for this only a day or two ago, for fighting with Jace, but because Jace was 'such a great kid', the principal let them off with a warning. And silly Dare.. He slid himself off the locker, turning to face Alex, who'd shoved him, and a few of his friends. Jace was among them, watching from the sidelines. Darren looked quickly back to Alex, a snide look on his face, "I'll fuck up more than your shoes if you lay another finger on me." He pushed his way out from in between a couple of them, which wasn't hard since they scattered like flies. There was some chatter between the meat-heads and their girlfriends, followed by some laughter. Guess they didn't want to catch gay, hm? In Dare's own opinion, "douche" was the worse disease, if either were classified as such a thing. Jace, as always, just stayed quiet until the end, then laughed with his friends, shooting Darren a look that the poor boy didn't even look back to catch. He'd even left his locker unopened in lieu of their fight escalating.