Junkrat's PoV

Classes were boring, just sitting in one place for what felt like hours, I just wanted to leave. I zoned out a lot, sometimes my mind going to another project, sometimes to Mako, and sometimes to the dark place. It was a part of my mind that had no business still being around, whenever I would go there I would try and find a way to district myself, mostly today it was drawing.

I started just drawing lines but when I really needed to think of something else I tried to picture Mako. He was the only person I really knew here and I thought drawing him would be fun. I was never that good at drawing people, and today that was just making me angry. I shifted my attention and started on something new.

By lunch I had a working idea for my next project, I fun new art project I could work on. I waited in line for lunch. Again I could feel eyes looking at my form all directions. I wanted to leave, just to go back to a safe place, but I was stuck. Trapped. I moved up in line. I took my food and then am welcomed into the most of confusing maze I have ever seen. I started walking, no clue where I was going to sit. I tried to look for the most open space, my eyes falling on a completely empty table. As I walked closer however it quickly filled and I was met with noting but glares.

"What's up with the new kid?" I heard someone whisper.

"He looks kinda like a pirate with that leg of his" another person.

I started walking deeper into the room to find a corpse to hide in before I felt a hand in my shoulder, pulling me to a table. I could do little more then hop after the guy to keep my balance, but I take notice to it being Mako as he sat me down at he table.

"Bonjor" said a girl sitting next to me. "I was not expecting you here"

"I wasn't exactly expecting to be here" I couldn't help but laugh, but all I got was strange looks. Yeah right. This group wouldn't be any different.

"Mako I need your help" the girl said. "How do you stop a crush form forming?"

Mako laughed. "You're not being serious right? Who's the lucky guy?"

The girl looked around before sighing. "Lena Oxton" she said quietly.

"Amélie, she's got a girlfriend"

"I know. I know, but that does not change the heart"

"I'm confused" I said looked between the two of them. "So you like this girl who's got a girlfriend, and you want to not like her? Am I right?"

"Exactly" the girl said.

"Oh sorry. Amélie this is Jamison, Jamison Amélie" Mako said.

"It's good to meet you Jamison." Amélie said, "if you don't mind me asking, what is your leg made of?"

"Oh" Normally I was asked what happened, so I was caught a bit off guard. "It's... well different things. Made it myself. Mostly scrap metal"

"You made that yourself?" I couldn't tell if she meant it as a compliment, insult, or just genuine disbelief. "That's...."

"Great" Mako cut in. "It helps to be coordinated. Speaking of you have gym next right?"

"Right. Did you memorize my schedule or something?" He was silent. I couldn't tell what he was feeling but he turned away from me. "Oh I Ah, didn't mean it like that..." I bit my lip feeling a bit guilty.

Mako turned to face me, putting a hand in my shoulder. "It's okay. I kinda did. Just... wanted to help is all..."

"Well thank you." I smiled at him, even earning a slight smile back.