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The only thing I really understood in school was equations, but I really understood one: school equals Hell. Even though it lacks of the flames that burn you for eternity, the stress of getting higher than a C in all classes was a close second, since that's what gets you into university which is where you have to decide the rest of your life, that is, if you can afford the high prices.

I stared into my blue orbs through the mirror hanging above the school's bathroom sink, the only one not clogged with shit, as I saw a small dark mark in my right one. Rubbing my eyes and looking back into the mirror, the mark was still there.

"It's probably the fucking nasty mirror." I mumble to myself, quickly grabbing my bag, running to class until some dick had to run into me, both of us falling. A spiral of papers flow through the air as we just starred at each other in shock, until all the papers have touched the school's cold hard floor along with a text book or two. He broke our staring contest when everything clicked; he was Eion Shelton, school freak. He has always been attractive but, ever since his obsession with the caption of the boy's swim team freshman year, everyone instantly labeled him as an aberration to society. I was probably the only one in the whole school that didn't treat him differently than the rest of my peers; I treated everyone like an asshole. But since he had fear hidden in his brown eyes, I didn't have the heart to tell him to fuck himself like I would anyone else. "I-I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." To be honest, I haven't apologized since the end of middle school so the words burned like alcohol, a strong whiskey most likely.

"It's fine Julie." He mumbled, slightly taken back on my response, like anyone who has heard of me would. We exchanged papers as we gathered up the fallen things in awkward silence.

"Um so I think we are too late for class, " I hesitated as he looked into my eyes "do you want to just skip it with me?"

～゜・_・゜～

I picked at the old park bench's paint which my finger nail, licking the orange sherbert waffle cone I had in my hand, Eion playing with my guitar that I had kept in my car, right beside me, getting a few tips from people passing by in the ragged case. His singing voice was the one to give you chills at every word that escaped his chapped lips, and you could feel all the emotion of the song through your body as the strings of the guitar harmonized perfectly, even if he messed up, which you could tell was very rare.

"You are too good, give some of you're talent." I quickly stated as he ended a song and the little crowd formed around him applauded. He smiled big at me, ignoring the rest of the world, with crimson slightly brushing his cheeks. I threw my head back laughing, something that I haven't done in a long time as I let the annoying cackles fill the air and he joined me in a fit of cute giggles.

That's when I realized, I faked smiled a lot today, and yesterday, also the day before. In fact, ever since high school started, I was never truly happy. Well, that is, until now on this bench with the school's biggest outcast.

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Okay, I write short chapters. Horrible, no good, shortest of the short chapters. -Ry