[h2]Alex Rodriguez[/h2]

The day was nice, a little chilly but that was expected in the fall. The tree's and fall flowers swayed gently in the breeze as if they were dancing, a special dance just for him. Alex loved the garden, not many knew that, but then he didn't really talk to anyone around here. Not many would talk to a scarred and ugly guy, or that's the vibe he got from most people. Most people looked at his scars and thought he was was horrible to look at, but he didn't hide is battle wounds. He was proud of them, it showed that he faught hard and came out victorious, maybe not whole either in mind or body, but he was victorious all the same. Most people he actually talked to asked why he didn't cover them and he would tell them that it showed who was shallow. They would get a sour look on their faces then leave him, which just ended up proving his point. 

Alex was sitting in one of the tree's in the garden, he knew that he would look odd as most people his didn't climb trees any more, let alone sit in them. But he didn't care, he just wanted to relax before heading to one of his classes not that he wanted to go to them. But his aunt was paying for this, so he would please and pass every class. He had no idea why she chose this school to put him in, this school had that weird Match Program were students were matched with other students that were to be their "true love". Alex had a hard time believing that, but he was slightly curious to see who he would be matched with. He was bisexual, so he could be matched with just about anyone. At least there was no shortage of potential "loved ones" for him, he just hoped who ever he was paired with wouldn't be put off by his scars.

[i][color=a2d39c]This is stupid, even if they didn't mind the physical scars..... I have others.[/color][/i] He thought as took in a deep slow breath and shutting his eyes. He knew that who ever they paired him with, they would have to deal with scars that couldn't be seen. [i][color=a2d39c]No, its best if I'm not matched.[/color][/i] He thought but knew he would be as everyone in this school would be matched, no one went without a match. Jumping down from tree, he stood pushing his blonde hair out of his dark brown, nearly black, eyes. "[color=39b54a]I guess I should go.[/color]" He said lowly to himself. But instead of heading to class, like he should have, he walked further into the garden. Maybe he would run into someone or maybe he would be alone.

((will post Gabriel later))