Nagged around the halls, the male finally presented himself, yet who really would anyways. But, it was such a demand he really couldn't afford getting yelled at anymore, such as he really started not to care less and less anymore.

"You're late Justin" As walked in, eyes focused on him, with a familiar voice rose.

"Yeah, i know. Thanks for pointing it out Mr. Obvious" Justin lounged to his seat, already annoyed by anyone's presence.

"That's detention Justin"

Rolling his eyes, he sighed back in his chair, waiting for everything to just go away like he wanted it to.

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"What the fuck Justin?" The same voice from the alley way approached, pushing him to face his way.

"Don't touch me Connor, it's none of your business, is it?" The physique snapped towards the other.

"It is my damn business! You've been the same way for years, you never get better, you never listen, and you never care! Last time I know you've been like this you were on the verge to kill yourself, so yes Justin it is my business!"

"Just leave me the hell alone!" His voice became stern, and straightly walked away after just previously yelling at his so-called friend.

"Brushing the hair away from his face, clenching his fist through his silk hair, he sighed walking somewhere as private as he could, to get away from everything and everyone.

The rooftop, it was the only present and private place to let out a breath, he was on the edge of the railing hands on it tight, it was hard enough to hide it but he wasn't as tough as he seems.

Justin tried holding in all the anger, sadness, and happiness if he could. But there was no happiness. He couldn't stop being angry at everything especially everyone, nothing not even him stopped it. But sadness was the only thing bottled up under his skin, and for the longest time the only thing he could do was hold it in.

"I do deserve anything that comes to me, it's not like my life is already messed up enough" hardened to breathe and choked on his last words.

Nothing but tears ran down his face, as pissed as he was, it was something that was never told, it was never said, instead he wounded him pitifully.