Five chemistry disasters and two (hundred) face palms later, the lunch bell rang.

Yeah, don't ask about the chemistry disaster... it was... just don't.

I nearly jumped with joy and cried out to the heavens when the lunch bell rang. It was the most pleasant, calming, peaceful sound ever, despite it sounding like an alarm. More beautiful than someone shouting "Justin Bieber quit his job!" 'Cause voices might be beautiful, but not when abused and turned into horrible lyrics.

Anyways, the lunch bell.

Everyone jumped out of their seats and rushed off to the cafeteria. I wanted to be the last one out of the class, but Connor was right there behind me, shoving me along and to the cafeteria.

"Guys, find a spot," Connor ordered as he pulled me off to the side of the hallway. Obviously I wasn't being accepted as one of the 'guys' now. That's what this talk was going to be about. Better be a step ahead and prep myself for it.

"Hey, Nico, uh," Connor hesitated as he tried to find words and he scratched the back of his neck.

"It might be better for you to actually... talk if you want to sit with us. We don't want to look like that weird group." That weird group with the one emo who doesn't talk?

Did he just say that?

Did he actually just say that to my face?

I can't talk, Connor, you damn idiot!

Not really noticing what I was doing, I felt a sharp pain in my hand. Connor gasped with shock and/or pain.

I looked at my hand first, which was slightly pink. Then I looked at Connor's face -a horrible sight, really- where a bright red mark shaped like a hand was.

"Ni-" Connor said, gingerly placing a few fingers on the red mark. "You..."

I spun on the heels and stormed off. Maybe I'll be accepted with those goth kids who don't ever eat and only talk about dark, depressing stuff. Or maybe I'll be labeled as a freak with violence tendencies. I don't really care at the moment, I just want to get away from Connor.

His name felt like sewage in my head.

Walking with my head down, I went to the back of the cafeteria. I didn't need those guys. I... I was fine on my own. Perfectly okay!

I sat down at the far end of the very last table in the back of the cafeteria. No one else would sit here.

No one would try and talk to me.

No one would judge me.

And I was perfectly fine with that. Alone was good.

"Hey, Nico, right?" Someone asked as a blond figure walked towards me.

Will?

What was I just thinking about being alone?! Why can't people read thoughts? That would be pretty damn useful right now.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asked. I nodded without thinking and couldn't help but stare as he took a seat next to me. I couldn't help but notice his smooth movements, how his muscles flexed so beautifully.

And how gay I was...

Will wasn't gay. I mean, he's a freaking woman magnet! How could he possibly ever even think of having a boyfriend? He could get any girl in this school, so why would he choose a boy?

Well, being gay isn't really a choice. My point still stands, Will is like a straight God!

"Uh... mind if I see your schedule?" He asked, pointing at a piece of paper in my pocket. How he knew it was my schedule, I don't know. He's probably a wizard or something.

Paperus Showis.

Okay, he's probably not a wizard.

I pulled out my schedule and handed it to him. I didn't really pay attention to what happened after that. He could have been writing down my schedule in his own notebook for all I know. I didn't mind. All I cared about how his eyes sparkled so amazingly bright. Like fairies enchanting his entire body, and showing in every part of him. Yet the sparkles in his eyes was where the main source was.

"Thanks," Will smiled, passing it back to me. As I took the paper, I couldn't help but glide my fingers on his.

So smooth, strong. Perfect for hugs.

Hugs are good, no, hugs are great.

I grabbed a pencil from my pocket.

What did you want with it?

I passed the little sticky note I wrote it on to Will.

He smiled at me. "Let's just say... uh..." Will grabbed my sticky note and held it up. "I have lots of these. And found a use. I just didn't want something to get in the way, like, I dunno, switching classes."

What?

Why would I care if you have sticky notes?

People; so strange.