Mystery//PremWad

Freshmen

Song of the Chapter: Invisible by 5 Seconds of Summer

(Hi, so a lot of the characters may not 100% follow their given personalities by the series or the book. Don't hate me for it.)

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The boy liked to be alone. It was nothing really new to anyone.

To the people that knew him when he was in high school, they didn't bother to think twice about him. He simply existed, nothing more.

There was no reason to know anything more about him, he was a cut-and-dry case.

Wad struggled with authority figures, liked basketball but hated practicing, and worked for good grades but hardly was ever on time.

It worked like clockwork: every year, Wad would arrive late to his first class of the day, introduced himself to the teacher, and continue to be late regardless of how many times he was scolded.

The teachers knew less about Wad than the students did. Wad was an enigma, a mystery that no one wanted to solve.

His anger issues prevented him from having anything more than a notorious reputation and anything that could closely resemble a friend.

No one wanted to know Wad.

No one cared.

Wad was a faceless stereotype for high school and would continue that through college. Who needed other people?

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Prem threw his arm around Arthit's shoulder, a smirk dancing along his face as the two friends looked at the building they called home.

"It's been a hot minute, hasn't it?" Prem chuckled, "A fresh new start as head hazer this year, eh?"

Arthit rolled his eyes and shrugged Prem's arm off as he walked forward. He needed to keep a cool and level head today and Prem's shenanigans so early would prevent that entirely.

"Don't you have someone else to annoy?" Arthit questioned, "Like Knott? Or a girlfriend?"

Prem scoffed and tucked his hands in the pocket of the red jacket around his torso. He wore it proudly, happily having done his hair this morning according with his outfit. Arthit may not care much for a perfect look but it was Prem's first year being part of the hazer squad and in a position of power.

He didn't want to look like he didn't know what he was doing.

"A girlfriend? Prem?"

Arthit turned to Bright with an annoyed look in his eyes. Part two of mischief was here and he was not looking forward to it.

"Prem's lucky his hand likes him enough," Bright laughed, making the other elbow him hard in the chest.

The two of them bickered and only stopped when Arthit pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance and Knott forced the two a meter apart.

"It's far too early in the morning for this," Knott spoke in a gruff voice, glaring at both of them, "Don't waste all your energy on us, Prem. You still have that photography to do for the paper."

Prem nodded and quickly let his childish side go away to be replaced with the serious adult side. He pulled out the camera in the backpack and fiddled with the buttons.

He was ready to get going!

First day of his third year, first year with the hazer squad, first year in photography.

Everything was looking like buckets of terrifying sunshine that made Prem want to celebrate and puke at the same time.

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