Keith walked down the halls of the Garrison on his way to class. He observed the people as they walked by him, some in a hurry and others taking their sweet time about it. Keith was walking at a normal pace. Not in a rush to get anywhere, but not having a reason to walk slowly.
As he turned a corner his body collided with another that seemed to be running quite quickly.
"Hey, watch it!" Keith yelled, irritated that someone would have the audacity to be running in the halls of the Garrison.
"S-Sorry." Was their only response before they took off, running in the direction Keith had just come from.
He paused for a moment and studied them as they ran away.
A boy, with tan skin and brown hair like melted chocolate. From what he saw, his eyes where a light colour. Maybe a pale, pastel green, or a vibrant light blue.
Keith didn't know what it was about the boy that seemed to keep his attention until he was out of sight.
After realizing he had been staining, keith made his way to his class.
If that damn boy made me late, I swear to God...
Time skip: End of the day
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It was Keith's last class of the day. Just another seventy-five minutes and he could go to his room and do whatever he pleased.
As he stepped into class, one particular person stood out from the crowd. The light eyed, chocolate haired boy from this morning.
Keith studied him carefully trying to get a read on him.
His eyes where definitely blue, but not the kind of blue you would expect. They where a beautiful blue, bright and vibrant as if the colour itself could sing.
It was the kind of blue you could barely ever find in nature. Only in markers, and paint, and the irises of the boy standing across from him.
His hair seemed to bounce and flow as if it truly was a fluid. Dripping is eyes and threatening to spill onto his shoulders.
Then he noticed the grin. The sly grin, that spread across his face in a sickening, condescending way.
He looked like a fuck boi.
Keith wouldn't have to worry about though. He didn't hang with that crowd. He was more of a loner. He preferred it that way.
Yet he couldn't seem to shake the need to know more about him. Why would he want to. He was a social butterfly, and he was a fuck boi. Not a person Keith wanted to associate himself with.
Whatever the reason, he wouldn't focus on it. He just needed to keep a low profile, and graduate the from the Garrison.
Then Maybe he could worth something to someone.
Maybe he could even be worth something to himself.
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The Red String Of Fate. (Klance)
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