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the bell rings, followed by heaves of relief from a few students.

joe sighed, he was more than pleased to take a break from art class.
he inhale and exhale slowly before leaning back to his chair.

right when he's about to finish cleaning his desk, a tall guy figure with his group of friends came to approach him, just as joe looked up to meet his eyes, he quickly place his gaze back down, keeping his head hung low.

"hey!" the tallest of them smirked before taking a seat on the empty chair right before joe's desk. he remembered his name as tyler.

joe told himself to keep quiet, maybe they'll finally leave him alone.

"how did you paint this?" a girl's voice perks up. he still stay quiet.

"maybe he cheated!"

"that's stupid! he can't even see colors!" she slapped the boy beside her, followed by the sound of students laughing.

'stop picking on me'

"is this apple supposed to be red?" tyler pointed at joe's painting, before he and his friends starts laughing again. "dude this is purple!"

'stop it, please, please, please'

tyler smirked before leaning a little towards joe "i bet you've never ever seen the color red."

"tyler, what do you expect? he's colorblind!" the same girl spoke up.

"i know i know" tyler got up from his chair before pulling out an item from his left pocket. "you want to see red, don't you?" he threw the object, a cutter, to joe's desk starling him. "cut yourself."

joe was on verge of tears, and he reminded himself not to let any of these people see him cry. that's why he quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, blocking away all the noises coming from his classmates.

he pushed the door and let himself cry quietly.

a few minutes later, the door was pushed open by someone else, he thought it'll be tyler again. but instead, he was greeted by an unfamiliar voice.

"gotta brush my hair, maaaate"

he turned around, eyes widen and eye the figure before him from head to toe, the latter doesn't seem to mind and did exactly his business, brushing his hair.

joe was still letting out small sobs, but he tried to be quiet as possible. "oh, hey dude! didn't see you there!" he giggled and turned to joe. "im ben hardy! what's your name- wait, were you crying?"

his heart beat faster when ben gripped his wrist, and studied his eyes carefully.

without realization, joe was too studying the latter. he noticed how his hair was light colored. his mouth opened for a moment, before letting himself go from his grip. "n-no, um..."

ben blinked.

"excuse me." he walked pass him and head out the door.

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