CHRISTAN
Christan sighs as he looks at the smaller male next to him. He hated this protect. He hated that he had to work with this loser of a person. He wasn't paying attention to the male until a price of paper slid into his vision. Looking down he see that is has small neat letters written on it. 'Do you have a idea for the project?' Christan looks at Allastor with dulled eyes. "No I dont. You are doing that and all of the project..." he says with his harsh tone

Allastor looks down and nods. He takes the paper and writes something else on it. Christan rolls his eyes and looks at a girl in the class. He winks and smiles. 'Definitely going to hook up with that on' he thinks then see the paper infront of him again. It was Allastor phone number.

This made Christan mad and he looks at Allastor "why would I want to have a loser's phone number?!" He yells at the male and balls up the paper. He doesn't throw it away for some reason. Standing he asks if he can use the restroom not wanting to be in that class anymore. With the approval of the teacher, Christan walks out of the class leaving his so-called partner.

                                    ALLASTOR
Allastor sat in his desk chair dumbfounded. Looking down and bitting hi lip, tears started to form in his eyes. He just didn't understand why Christan was so mean to him. He just wanted a way to contact Christan for the project. He didn't understand the male that had stormed out. Taking out a paper he starts to doodle and draw trying to calm down.

Soon the bell rang and lunch hour had started. Standing Allastor grabs his things and head for his locker. The steps he too were the same everyday. Drop books off at locker, go get food, head to eat in the libary. He did this everyday that he could do it with his eyes closed.

Opening the door to the libary, Allastor smiles that they were really no one in here. He heads to his spot and sits on a bean bag chair. Pulling out his phone and turning the volume up he starts to watch his phone and eating.

Allastor sighs as he finishes his food and looks around for something to do. He stands and decides that he needs to read a new book. Walking around the shelves and getting drawn into all of the books, he simply lost track of time. Nothing snapped him out of his trace until the bell rang for the next class. Looking up Allastor grabs his stuff and heads to his next class.