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Two weeks ago, Wyatte Simone was outed rather embarrassingly to the entire school.

Two days ago, he discovered a dead body in the forest. Of the most popular girl in school, no less.

Kinda mind-blowing how quickly everything can change, isn't it? It's just that, before Tuesday, people would whisper about and point at him as he walked down the hallways.

Well, they still do now, but with a completely different intention behind it. People who once called him... let's just say colorful names now come up to him and ask him about what he saw like nothing ever happened?

What Wyatte found the most surprising, however, was the fact that no one seemed to realize he wasn't going to tell any of them anything. He was pretty certain that once they finally did, they'd be back to taping excessive amounts of rainbows to his locker, like before.

He wasn't that bothered by it. Yeah, it sucked, but what was he supposed to do about it? He'd been stupid--should've checked that the curtains were closed, but he didn't, and this is where it landed him. Really, the only thing that upset him was the fact that if his classmates were hissing slurs towards Wyatte, then who knew what they were doing to Him?

That's what pissed him off. He had been completely avoiding Wyatte since it happened, and Wyatte really wanted nothing more than to talk to Him, ask Him about how bad it had gotten, figure out who Wyatte needed to murder. Ooh, okay, bad choice of words--

Yeah, Wyatte had been pretty irritable the past two weeks. More so than usual, that meant.

But the strangest thing happened on Thursday morning.

Let's make this clear: Lance Monterro. The most popular guy in school. Most people referred to him as "the King". He was on the football team--of course he was. Oh, and, he was Rosaleen's boyfriend. He was a pretty big deal.

Of course, that meant that he never batted an eye at Wyatte. But there was a first time for everything, and that first time was Thursday morning.

Wyatte had seen the boy coming down the hallway as he shut his locker. He smiled at several people as he passed, pearly whites glistening. His blond beach curls((despite the fact that they were no where near the coast?)) bounced slightly with every step.

Wyatte barely even paid any attention, turning and starting to walk away.

"Wyatte, wait...!"

Wyatte was suddenly hit with dread. He really hoped that Lance wasn't going to ask him about Rosaleen. He hoped so hard that he couldn't put it into words.

"Uh, yeah...?"

"There's something I just needed to say. Something I've wanted to say for--for a little while."

Wyatte was relieved, and yet concerned at the same time. Him saying "for a little while" told him that he wasn't going to ask about Rosaleen, but what else could he possibly want to talk to Wyatte about? What could Lance ((undeniably the coolest guy in school)) want to talk to Wyatte ((some random who no one even knew existed a month ago)) about?

Wyatte suddenly became aware of the hand on his shoulder.

"I just--Ever since the video--"

Wyatte immediately scowled, with no hesitation whatsoever. It was kind of a natural instinct; every time someone said the v-word, it just happened.

"--I just wanted to say that you're not alone, you know? You have allies."

...word choice...!