"I'm so incredibly lonely, 

yet I push people away"

Chapter 1

Sebastian

Stares.

Whispers.

Fear.

Rumors.

That's what I could hear and see as I walked through the hallways of the crappy school. I hated this school so damn much. It held too many memories; good and bad. I've already left the one thing that brought back so much pain. Now this is the second. 

Just one more year. Just one more and then I'm gone.

The hallways were packed with noisy students. Why are they so excited? What's so exciting about school? The hall quietened a little as I walked through. Some people tried to hide their blatant staring, others did it shamelessly. Some didn't even look. There were couples kissing and holding each other and I just wanted to barf. A few girls looked my way, flirtatiously but I didn't bother. I was done with girls and all things with love. They were all the same. They say all guys to is lie and cheat but hell, girls are worse.

That brought a sour taste to my mouth and I shook my head to clear my thoughts. A few jocks from the football team stood right in front of my locker with a few cheerleaders hanging off their arms. As soon as I neared them, they scurried away, all except one guy; Marcus Queen.

He stood there, leaning against my locker all the while glaring at me. I said nothing. Just clenched my jaw tighter and curled my fist in my jacket pocket so that I don't hit him. Wouldn't wanna get suspended again now would I?

He still hasn't moved and my self - restraint was thinning. I never was a patient person. My eyes narrowed. Okay, patience is gone now. I'm gonna snap! I inhaled deeply before speaking as calmly as I could, "Move, fucktard." 

Marcus pushed off the locker, stepping closer to me. "Well, well, well. Look who it is, Sebastian Cahill." 

I was gonna fucking snap if this little dimwit didn't get the fuck out of my way. I took another, threatening step forward. I was slightly taller than him and that was a great advantage. His eyes flashed in fear but disappeared as quick as it appeared. "Well, well, well. Look who it is. The little bitch boy!"

There were multiple pairs of eyes on us now but I didn't care. "I would watch what I say if  were you. Wouldn't want you sent out of this school and into juvie or perhaps, prison, now would we?" he sneered with a stupid smirk on his ugly face that I just wanted to punch so damn badly right now.

"Wouldn't want that ugly face of yours lying flat on the ground now would we?" I growled at him, taking another threatening step.

He sneered at me and walked away. I stormed up to my locker and yanked  it open so hard I'm surprised it didn't fly of it's hinges. 

"Damn bro. Chill the fuck out!" a voice sounded right next to my ear. I would have turned and punched the person who spoke had it been anyone else besides my best friend.

Wallace Richards is the only guy at school who isn't afraid of me. All the others are wimps. In all honesty I didn't want to be friends with anyone. Especially this tall, jovial yet scary boy. But he was persistent as hell and wouldn't leave me alone. And he kept stealing my lollipops from my bag every time I ignored him which brought me to the decision of befriending him because I couldn't keep loosing lollipops. 

I slammed the locker shut. "I can't fucking chill if this school is filled wit dickheads like him," I ground out. I just wanted to go home. Or punch something. Or both.  

"It's the first day man. It's gonna get worse so learn to deal with it. Just ignore. Like I do," he said as we walked to first period. 

"Thanks Captain Obvious," I snorted. I knew that very well but I knew I wouldn't be able to just ignore them. We were outside my class as he slapped my shoulder before laughing and walking away, ignoring the glare I gave him. 

"Bitch," I muttered under my breath as I rolled my eyes. 

Multiple eyes stared at me as I walked to the back of the room and sat at a desk in the far corner. I rolled my eyes again. Is that big of a surprise that I'm here early for class. I through my bag down beside and plopped down on the seat. Pulling my hood up and over head, I leaned back in the chair and waited. More people began to fill the room and find their seats. Nobody even looked my way and I was glad. I didn't want some peppy, make-up faced girl who would only stare at me or try to get my attention neither did  want a stuck up jock, next to me.

Mrs Warland walked in just as the bell rang. Ah, classic Mrs Warland. Never late. Fifteen minutes into our boring English lesson the door was pushed open and a girl walked in. I tilted my head at her. She didn't look like any of the other girls here. She wore a large, worn out hoodie with ratty jeans and a pair of muddy high tops. 

Mrs Warland glared at the girl. She was never a fan of late comers. "Thank you for finally joining us, Miss Mitchells. May I ask why you are so late to my lesson?" 

The girl said nothing but stared down at floor. Mrs Warland huffed in frustration, "As usual. Silent. I'll let this go today since it's the first fay. But if it happens again it'll be detention. Find a seat Miss Mitchells. And find it fast."

The girl nodded slightly and lifted her head to scan the room. Her face was hidden from the hood she had up, covering most of her face. And then she faced me. I saw her visibly tense.

Ah shit! The only free seat was next to me. Fucking hell. I clenched my jaw and faced the bored. I was already pissed off. Could this day get anymore worse?

"Well hurry up young lady. We haven't got all day!" I heard the girl shuffle across the floor to where I was seated. She was right next to me, I could feel it. But I refused to look at her or at anyone else. Her books slapped on the desk as she sat down next to me. From the corner of my eye I could see she was tense and she sat her furthest from me as she could.

Good. As long as she wasn't willing to sit next to me either. The girl didn't say a word t anyone and no one said a word to her. She just sat there looking down at her book and scribbling on the pages. I didn't do much either. I just stared at the clock as the lesson slowly ticked by. Can this hurry the fuck up? I need to get out!

There were fifteen minutes left for this class when Mrs Warland had to make my day worse. "I know it's the first day back at school, but the sooner I give you this assignment the better. So yes, you will be getting an assignment. And it is to be done in groups with the person next to you!"

I groaned softly. Yes this day could get worse. And to add to it, I was stuck with a girl. 

The girl didn't seem too eager to be working with me as she thumped her head on the desk gently. Glad to know the feelings mutual.

"Work out arrangements to do your assignment after school hours because only a few lesson will be given," she cheered almost happily just as the bell rang. I shot out my seat before anyone could say anything and made a beeline for the door.

Damn school!

~&~&~

Lunch came around faster than I thought, not that I was complaining. So far Wallace isn't in any of my classes but Quiet girl is in most. As I was walking to lunch, a voice made me stop dead in my tracks.

"You little mute freak. Whatcha hiding under that hood there, girl, huh?"

My eyes narrowed as I walked, slowly, towards the voice. What! Just because I don't like people doesn't mean I'm going to let some guys sexually harass or possibly, rape, a girl. 

I didn't like the sound of those voices. The taunting, threatening insults. Marcus Queen as his little bastard of a friend, Grayson, had a girl - Quiet girl to be more precise - cornered in a little, secluded part in the hall. 

My jaw clenched angrily. Both at Queen and this girl that I want to avoid as much as possible because I'll be spending so much time with her as it is.

"Get away from her!" I growled.

Marcus' eyes snapped away from the girl and to mine. 

"Oh look-y here, freak. The delinquent is here to save you," he said smugly, flicking the girl in the head.

I was gonna snap. Again. 

Quiet girl tried to inch away slowly but Marcus caught her in the act. "Where are you going you little bitch?" he sneered, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her so hard, her head smacked against the hard wall. The loud knock of her head hitting the wall made me cringe. And made me snap.

I launched myself at Marcus, my fist heading for his face that I have been waiting to punch. I heard the satisfying cracking sound of my fist colliding with his nose. 

Marcus fell to the ground with blood covering his nose. "You psycho asshole!" Grayson yelled, lifting his friend off the ground and dragging him off all the while screaming at me. 

I took a calming breath. I felt a little better but not entirely. Shuffling behind me reminded me that There was someone else here too. I turned to face the girl -whom I still don't know the name of.

She slowly got up and leaned against the wall holding her head. I still couldn't see her face that was hidden by the hood and she was staring at the floor.

"Are you okay?" I asked when I saw her visibly stiffen. She slowly moved her shaking hand from her head only for me too it covered in blood.

That don't look good. "Hey, wai-" I was interrupted as she took off running down the hall. 

I frowned at her retreating back. That was weird.

~&~&~

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