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He was such a mess of a boy. He way surpassed the norm; I guess you could call him odd for lack of a better word to explain his peculiar character. He was always ending up in a great deal of trouble. Every time he found himself a vicious fight or another dim-witted way to refine himself to the principles office or the police station, the whole school would be discussing it for days, only moving onto another topic when another deed was done. He wasn’t one of those kids whom everyone was fond of. As a matter of fact just about everyone separated themselves from him. People would say it was out of fear of him, that they stayed away from him because they didn’t want to take the chance of getting on him ‘hit list’.

He never, probably not once in his on-edge, juvenile life, ever took anything remotely seriously. I don’t even think he ever took himself as an intelligent being seriously. He would emphasized how he never cared about what the mindless teachers thought of him or gossiped of him when they all chatted foolishly in the teachers lounge. He also stressed that he most certainly did not care about what his fellow classmates had to say about him all the same.

He was hardly ever present in any of his classes but he was continuously at lunch. (And who knows why, the so call nutritious food here was sickly distasteful.) If you would ever muster up the courage to even speak to him, and ask him what he plans on making of his dull life, he would simply, hysterically, and even slightly devilishly, laugh in your face for ever thinking he might have a future of actually being anything better then what he currently was.

What’s even further more abnormal then this boy himself was that for some dumbfounding reason, even though everyone else can't bear his guts, I’ve fallen absolutely in love with him. And that just purely doesn’t add up at all in anyway. I was so evidently different then him. He was a bad boy down to the core and I felt guilty with the slightest lie to a stranger. It just did not make sense that I could love a mess like that.

But today was the first day of the grueling new school year and I was more then eager to find out if he was planning on showing up or not, but my money was on not. As I reluctantly walked into the large auditorium, my eyes immediately began scanning row upon row for his out of place attire and odd persona.

“Hey, Lacy!” Cassandra appeared out of no where.

“Hey! You look tired.” Cassandra had blue tinted bags underneath her eyes which clearly meant she had stayed up all night reading the newest ‘Hate-crime’ comic. She rolled her eyes and scrunched her nose.

“Ugh, tired doesn’t even cover it. So what did I miss?” Cassandra rolled her eyes.

“Nothing yet.”

“Well, might as well find a seat.” I followed Cassandra as we trampled over peoples feet and book bags and purses to get to two empty seats in the middle of a row towards the back of the auditorium. Cassandra and I have been best friends since fifth grade but she didn’t know that I was madly in love with him. But I was sure that she would never agree.

Our short, plumb, stocky principle Mrs. Webler walked on stage and tried to command one hundred percent attention from a thousand or so students. “I hate sitting here listening to her talk every year. I mean come on; she says the same damn thing every year. The only people that actually need to be here are freshman!” Cassandra complained and groaned as we drowned out old Mrs. Webler’s annoying voice as she preached about the school dress code, lunch prices and other school policies.

My attention wasn’t on Mrs. Webler and it wasn’t even on Cassandra. I was still searching for him and still desperately hoping that he would soon show up. I searched up and down and back again every row of students. After no success I called it quits and tuned into Mrs. Webler. She was so boring she actually put Cassandra to sleep.

I had just gotten comfortable and was just about to doze off when I heard the click of the entrance door in the back open and then close. I turned in my seat, I wasn’t expecting anyone in certain and I wasn’t even expecting him, but to my pleasured surprise there he was.

He walked in swiftly; hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket. He sat in the very last row away from everyone, which wasn’t unexpected. He slouched in his seat as he sat but he had a sense of confidence that was somewhat fierce. His hair was dark; any other color would have looked to odd and out of place. It was long and in messy disarray, it could use a good brushing.

His eyes were so green you could categorize it as a new color of its own. His mangled long sleeved shirt was well faded but still black, a strange logo printed across the front was crinkled and beginning to peal off. The sleeves were pulled down over his hands and holes were cut in the cuffs where his thumbs stuck out. His pants were simple, black and baggy. I stared at him aimlessly and stupidly, like a baby staring at a clown.

All of a sudden people began leaving. I pulled myself out of my gazing state to comprehend that people were proceeding off to homeroom. I shook Cassandra’s shoulder. “Cass – Home Room, let’s get going.” She blinked her eyes a few times and stretched as she stood. “Oh boy; Fun, fun.” She growled sarcastically of course. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

“Kay- see you later” She walked through the door at the back of the room. I turned to take one last look at him but when I looked; all I saw was the empty chair where he used to be. I heaved a sigh and exited the door opposite the door Cassandra did. I collided into several people on my way to home room due to my lack of awareness as to where my feet were going. Perhaps he might have a class with me, that way when he actually did decide to show up to class I would see him.