Not your fault

2. Too social

"You're later then usual. You only just made the bell." Virgil sat down with a sigh then look up at the speaker next to him. He was quite hansome and extremely smart, a nerd if you believe in the typical labels of highschool. Dull black shirt -from obviously being washed many times showing he's had it for a while- tucked into standard dark blue jeans and blue tie, perfectly straight meaning he's ironed and taken pride in the tie. Brunette hair combed back but due to it's softness, strands falling infront of his eyes. Thin faced but sharp jaw and black rimmed glasses. He was always on time to class, sometimes there before he even had to be. Typical nerd.

"I got stopped." He answered, barely moving his lips. Looking around the room, he took another glance at the boy. He was staring back with a face clearly saying 'What did you do?'  The ghost-like boy sighed, slumping down into his chair more.
"It was a Jock, Logan. I didn't do anything wrong." He sighed again as the teacher walked in to start the lesson. He didn't even pay attention to what she was saying, looking at the room around him.

Light blue walls and mustard coloured blinds, not a good match in his opinion. Blue carpet turned green from all the dirt it's collected. Maybe in the past 9 years? Work and posters all along the walls that definitely didn't need to be there. Tables with scrached in writing and gum at every below and corner. The typical classroom.

Logan. As said before, virgil didn't have friends, he despised the idea, but Logan was different in a way. Different meaning as: they only spoke during lessons they had together or sat near eachother, maybe bump into each other in the library. Logan didn't care about emotion: it wasn't that he hated them, he grew up in a world where emotion clouded judgement. 'If you don't feel emotion, you get far in life with knowledge.' Logan quoted once from his father. Virgil agreed with this, but his life was based on emotion and drama, so he couldn't know the feeling personally.

Virgil carried on his train of thought about families and the love they 'supposedly' provide, until something caught his attention.
"That's right class! We will be teaming up with creative drama classes for then new play. The whole year will be joining and we are partnering up 2 from each set. After lunch we will be gathering up in the hall and to organize meet ups!" And with that, the bell rang. Chating escalated, talk about the theme of the play and what part people wanted, whether it was actor, actress or stage/set crew. Looking towards Logan with a wided-eyed fear in his eyes, Virgil could already feel the anxiety well up inside of him, and they still had 2 more lessons before lunch.

"Virgil... You are going to have to socialise. I'm terribly sorry but I can't change their minds. I don't have a superpower to do so either... and if I did that would be highly illogical." Hearing these words, made his heart increase more but still with a soft chuckle at his companions words.
"It sure would be cool though if ya did..." With that Virgil sped off to his next lesson where as Logan's lesson was two rooms down.

As the day went on, the clock ticked closer to Lunch. His heart shook with every knowing moment, and now, it's the time before the bell rings to signal end of lunch. I knew he needed to calm down, so he thought of the one place only he and the teachers knew of... The library closet. Sprinting didn't go as well and he had hoped for. Because as he grew closer to the library, someone turned the corner.

Atleast they didn't fall over, just a little stumble back. "Sorry!" Virgil rushed before trying to carry onward towards the library. Grabbing his arm to tug him back gently, did Virgil realise it was a jock. The jock from earlier to be pedantic.

"Hey, slow down, you could bash into someone else. Guess we're even even now, huh?" He chuckled as he steadily removed his grip from the frozen boy. Confused, Virgil stayed frozen to the ground. Why had the boy stopped him? "I'm Roman. Roman Prince. You are?"

"I'm....V-Virgil?" Satisfied with the answer, Roman smiled at him with a smile that could kill: the million dollor smile that would make people swoon, and all he had to do was smile.
"So Virgil," and how his words sent shivers down Virgil's spine when hearing his name roll off Roman's tounge. "Will I see you after Lunch? The boys have a detention. Just me and you."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, not really." Scrunching up his face, Virgil was about to answer till he was cut off. "And maybe... W-"

"Virgil! Hey, haven't seen you in a while... a month maybe? We need to talk to you." Those mocking voices was the one reason Virgil hates people. Before another word was spoken, he took off, knowing they would be following, thundering of shoes against tiles and voices ecohing the hollow walls. 'Jason leave him alone!', 'Jason stop!' were the voices he didn't hear. All he heard was noise and his thoughts.

'This is why I hate school. Dad, please be home!'