𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭||M.POLIBIO

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𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑧𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑎.

im known as the weird, quiet girl.
they only consider me weird and quiet because they don't know me. i would like to think that im a very
nice and thoughtful person but they wouldn't know that of course. they're too scared to even come up to me because im a "suicidal freak".

i love reading. it takes me to places that ive never been to before. places that i can't go to. places that i 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 to go to. one of those places is heaven.
no one judges you, no one puts you down. it's peaceful. no one ever gets why i want to go there so bad. i don't blame them, they all have "perfect" lives.

currently im in the back of my history class, shoving my nose up a book. unexpected right?

MATTIAS POV

i scan my eyes around class room 17. history.
in the back is the "weird girl". mind you it's in quotes because i don't find her weird at all.
she's actually really pretty, her average height, her black flowey hair, her faint yet noticeable freckles, her nerdy but cute glasses and the way she's always so caught up in a book.

"yo" a voice takes me out my thoughts

"you good? you zoned out for like 4 minutes" i look up to see ale

"no yeah im good, what were you guys talking about?"

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-𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙-

i always stay a while after school, so i sat my locker....by myself.
i take out my book and start reading, like always.
i was too focused on my book to even notice someone had sat next to me.

"hi" the person next to me says

"sup. you need something?"i say not even bothering to look up from my book

"you know, i never really get why people say youre weird. you seem nice"

i look up to see...
mattia polibio.
shocker.
he's like one of the "popular kids"

"they assume im weird because i have no friends, because im suicidal...i guess."

"if it counts, i think it's sick that you don't care about what they say"

"you get used to it when you realize they're doing it to fit in. if you think about it, if anyone started to hang out with me they would automatically be considered "weird" too"

"i never really thought about it like that"

"yeah well you guys are all caught up in your "perfect" little lives to even think for a second about what other people are going through and what they might be thinking, how they might be feeling even, just because they're too scared about what other people might think of you."

"im not afraid to be called weird. i 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 to be your friend."

i get up shoving the book that was in my hand into my bag

"woah woah woah, where are you going?"

"somewhere"

"can i go with you?"

"if you want to."

-𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑙𝑒𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑡-