"We wanted to ask if you wanted to do graffiti with us." Gene asked me. "No, I'm good. Imma just chill for now." I responded. "Alright. Cya pup." They all said. "Cya!" I said as they walked away. I started climbing back on the roof and realized there was another person up their, Aaron. "Why aren't you at lunch?" He asked, turning around to face me. 'I'm not hungry.' "Cut the bullshit." He said, irritated. 'What bullshit?' I wrote worried he knew about my dad. "The writing on the whiteboard! And the hood and mask. It's pointless." 'Why do you want to know so much about me?' "I want you to trust me. I want to be able to trust you. I'm not as mean as I seem. This is how I was raised to be. If you speak and take off your hood and mask I'll be able to trust you, and you'll be able to trust me. I promise. It's not like I have anyone to tell. He only reason I'm in the popular group is because Aphmau is my best friend and we hang out a lot. After that me and the rest of the group started hanging out more often. I don't tell them anything personal. The only person that knows  the stuff I'm telling you is Aphmau. I promise, I won't tell." "F-fi-fine. I-I.... y-you ca-can't tell any-yone what you s-see under tho-this mask." I told him. "I promise." He stated. I took off my mask that covered my eyes, then my hood. He saw the scratch across one of my eyes and the long scar across my cheek. "W-who?" "My dad." Then I started crying. Suddenly I felt something around me. Aaron was hugging me. I felt safe. Like no one could get to me. We just sat up there in that position. We were sitting down and I was in his lap, crying in his chest. We sat through lunch and free period. Then before the bell rang for our last class, which we both have, I was about to put my hood and mask back on, then he stopped me. He took off his mask. He had a nice, tan complexion. He had black eyes and black hair. He's cute. SHUTUP BRAIN! He gave me one last hug, put on his mask, and climbed down the later. I put my stuff on, and walked to art.