The first time I had met him I wanted nothing more than to punch him square in the face. Decimus Nathair was the epitome of a misfit and he could of cared less. He had a knack for makes girls uncomfortable and the boys afraid.

Back then, I did everything I could to fit into the crowd. To belong. Even if Decimus has found a target in me. Emerson used to say it was because I challenged him since day one. While the other girls ran away. I stood my ground I didn't scatter to the side of the hallway when he was near.

He was dangerous. Everyone knew the rumours, the ones he thrived on. Not once did he deny them. But.. then again he never did admit to them either. I was supposed to be afraid of him. Everyone else was.

It's funny though, how an action as simple as saying hello to someone could change everything. Not always in an instant sometimes it takes time, when you need it the most.

Four years, that's how long it had been since I had seen Decimus. Since he had plagued the school halls. No one really knew where he went or what happened. He had become a phantom and much like he had always been. A rumour.

That was... until my first day back after the winter break in senior year. I thought at first I was seeing things, my mind playing tricks. But it was him. Leaning against an old black Impala, hair slicked back like it always had been. His same old half frame glasses that looked like they came right from the eighties.

With his lit cigarette half hazardously hanging from his lips. The only thing besides a bit of aging that had changed. Was his suit. Something he wouldn't of been caught dead in four years ago. Although the jacket and pants were his signature black, he donned a crisp white button up underneath.

He looked so much the same, yet different. There was one this for sure. He still had the same cold dark stare, of chaos and bad intentions.

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