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a soft sigh escaped your lips. you were going to start a new life today. a new image, a new group of friends, and a new world of opportunities.
seattle was your ideal home and you were more than stoked to be living here. you were currently renting a small studio apartment and decided not to over-decorate given the fact you'll be leaving for college soon.
for now, the only furniture you had was your bed and piano. it was pretty much all you needed.
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you were seated next to a brown haired boy for your first hour algebra class. he had a smile planted on his round face, and his hair curled around his ears. he was wearing a blue and red striped button-up, but the top button was undone. he was resting his chin on the palm of his hand and staring off into space.
"no girl has ever stared at me this long," he says, a sloppy grin still plastered on his face.
"well i'm glad to be your first,...?" you say, hoping for his name in response.
his eyes crinkled as he giggled, "my names gaten."
"nice to meet you gaten, im y/n."
you and your new friend gave each other an awkward handshake and giggled while doing so. you hoped everyone else was as nice as him.
"so i'm guessing you're new here?" he asks you.
"yeah, i moved here from montana." you answer.
"oh, that's boring, why'd you move here?", his brows furrowed.
"it is boring and it's a long story, i'd rather explain some other time," you lied. the last thing you needed was someone finding out your secret.
he nodded his head, completely oblivious. then his eyes widened as he looked towards the front of the room. the talkative classroom suddenly became hushed whispers.
you whipped your head towards the front of the classroom, to see a lanky boy with sunglasses shielding his eyes.
he had curly black hair and was quite pasty. his lips were plump and planted in a frown. why was everyone staring at him? who was this boy?
he had a brown haired boy at his side, holding his arm. he lead him over to the front row of the class and allowed him to take a seat at one of the desks. he planted himself at the desk next to his and gave the pasty boy a worried look.
you looked at gaten with a raised eyebrow, hoping for answers. gaten turned his head to look at you, his smile suddenly gone.
"that's finn," he said after a few moments. "he used to be my best friend."
"why isn't he anymore? what happened to him," you ask quietly, trying not to let finn hear.
"finn got in an accident last year, it left him completely blind; he wasn't the same after. he kind of pushed everyone away i guess."
"wow, that's a lot. why did he push everyone away?"
"i think he thought everyone was his friend out of pity. that was far from the truth ,though ."
"who's that boy who helped him in here?" you ask curiously.
"that's his step-brother josh, the only one he'll actually talk to." he tells you.
