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*chuckles darkly* Confident. I like that. *traces a finger along the locker beside you* But being everyone's type is boring. Be mine instead.

damn, that's smooth.

*smirks* I practice.

*later I have to pick up Zane because he got in trouble*

*leans against the police station wall, cuts already forming* Don't need your help. *eyes dark, watching them approach*

*half a month later with him being the only one I talk to and the only one I trust and flich at everybody else, I started making progress slowly turning back to my cocky, bold, sunshine self and participating more in class and slowly talking to others and i still flich when a teacher touches me but not as violently*

*He watches you from the end of the hall, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. You're glowing again, but it's his light now. He pushes off the wall and heads toward your class, needing to see that smile up close.*

*look up as he walks in, a real smile spreading across my face* Hey! *get up to go to him without thinking*