William's P.O.V
I've never felt so out of my comfort zone in my life,now I see why people always stopped trying to fit in..Nothing changes,but your clothes,obviously.I guess I didn't get anything in my head except that maybe I could have one day free of whispers and glances..I was wrong..
There were to many shallow people here to put trust in that horrible idea,also the main ones that gave me my nicknames..How nice of them..They mainly were the ones to make me feel like formal wasn't normal..While most of the girls decided thought this was the perfect opportunity to plan their futures,by asking me marry them..Now I know I haven't exactly been aware of a women's life,but I am sure that it is the guy's responsibility to ask..Right?
It didn't really matter,I wasn't really interested in being involved with people that held desperation..Especially when they were middle class and living fine,there just was no use of complaining..At least they had parents that took the time to drop them off or buy them car as a gift..I had a driver in a white limo making envious eyes hate me more making it like I was the jerk for 'showing off' a car that usually was only given to them for prom..
I never asked for the things I was given or the highly class status I was in..I was just born into it and had it passed down to me..
Sometimes I wonder what it's like without all the money. I don't like being looked at as a snobby prick because I know I'm not. That poor boy probably thinks that I'm just some rich snob that doesn't care if he got hurt or not.
Thinking of that reminds that I have a major headache and should probably go to the nurse to see if I'm okay. I walk into the nurse's office and ask to get some medicine. I see the blue haired boy that I ran into and walked over to him.
"Are you alright?" I ask. He shakes his head softly. "How bad did I hurt you?" I spoke softly.
"My arm is broke. I think I'll be okay though so you don't have to worry about me." He sniffled and looks away from me. I felt so bad for him. I took the ibeproufen and walk to the nurse.
"I don't feel so good." I tell the nurse. She tells me that I should go home. I went over and talk to the boy.
"I'm William." I extend my hand.
"C-Cyan." He studders and shakes my hand weakly. I sigh and wave at him then walk out.
