Chapter 3

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Senior year wasn't that different from junior year, though the senior's that liked to make fun of him were now gone and replaced by kids his own age. He couldn't really blame them, he was a freak, and they'd probably gain popularity by being funny about it. Michael couldn't care less about the bullies; he'd probably be dead before the end of the year.

What was different though was his new neighbour and the new kid at school. His last name was Hemmings, but Michael didn't know his first name yet. He had waved at Michael when he recognized him at school and Michael had waved back, feeling something inside of him he couldn't quite describe. He felt a smile creeping up his face and he didn't know if it was the usual fake smile or a genuine small one because the boy recognized him and noticed him.

Okay, it was quite hard not to notice a boy with purple hair, but still.

Michael didn't like how his eyes were drawn to the blonde boy the whole time, watching him as he was writing something down in his notebook. Michael felt like a creep but he couldn't help it. He found himself watching the boy during lunch too. Only one week had passed and he was already sitting with Ashton Irwin and his friends, the most popular guys at school, most of them were on the soccer team. Michael was glad he didn't hang with the other group of popular kids though, as they were the kids that bullied him and a few others at the school. The purple-haired boy noticed his neighbour apparently was a quiet boy, but whenever he opened his mouth, the whole table cracked up and Michael wished he could talk to him one day.

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