Just Us and the Pain

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I was smoking my cigarette behind an abandoned building, skipping school as usual, when I saw someone with a thick orange jacket walked towards my direction. He was unusually pale and he wore a muffler, all I could see was a pair of intense blue eyes and some blonde bangs on his forehead. I ignored him, looking to the other side, like I always do to stranger, It's not that I'm shy, I just don't care about other people.

"Craig, huh?"

I blinked and turned to the blonde weirdo, he was standing on my left side, his voice sounded more like mumbling thanks to that stupid muffler. Both of his hands were kept tight in his pocket, I almost felt like talking to a sleeping bag.

"Never saw you at school, so you must be him." He continued

I took the cigarrette away and spat to the ground.

"Is that so? Well, fuck you too."

I continued sucking the nikotin stick while he just stood there watching me motionless. I tried not to care, but after two or three minutes, I realised he wouldn't leave.

"Okay fucker, what do you want?"

I threw my cigarette butt and looked at him. He was slightly taller than me, just a bit, but somehow I felt like I was totally looking up to him, and with all his attitude and his emotionless expresion, it's fucking annoying.

"Are you fucking deaf?"

I glared at him, and to my surprise, I saw the corner of his cheek twitch. I couldn't tell whether he was smiling or not behind those muffler, but I had a feeling that he was. And just like that, he turned and left me speechless.