O.K I am just gonna post this part bc normally I like longer chapters and this is short as fuck but yea life got in the way sorry it took so long to update and sorry this chapter is a load of bluh but yeah

Don't kill me for being slow

I promise to get back on track!

Enjoy!

You looked up to see a boy through your tears. You recognized him from some of your morning classes. You think he is in your biology and algebra II classes.

Shit I'm crying.

You start to panic as you hold up one hand to cover your face, slide up your glasses, and push hard on your tear ducts, willing the tears to go away. To stop.

Great, now he probably thinks I am some sort of freak for crying.

You don't even begin to contemplate about what he reasons about you being at the old metal works factory alone, sniveling in the corner. It wasn't really your fault. You ran out of your house after your dad tried to get you to recover by giving you that imprudent, repulsive cake. He most likely did not even break to contemplate what's wrong. You quickly put on a smile, spurious of course, the motion hurting as you overextended your dry, now split lips, your tears burning the freshly open gashes and making your teeth grind.

He's probably some art kid who's only come out here to take a few photos, by the looks of it. Long, blond hair pushed to the side, probably tall, though everything looked tall from this angle. He's got a red shirt that really suits him. I can't really see what colour eyes he has, it's too dark. He's kind of cute though…

Wait, did I just say cute?

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