Charles always sat at the back of the class. It was a great place for doing the minimal amount of work possible. I mean, dont get me wrong. He was a great kid. He just often diddnt want to do any work. He always sat at the back in black jenes and hoodie. Sitting there he could see all the class, the couple that pretend they arnt together. The Emo kids and their drug fuelled crys for attention. He could never be one of them, he was different. His parents always called him "Coy" always trying to get him into sport and bring girls home. His parents would be over joyed if he brought a girl home. But no, girls never seemed to rev his engines. Regardless of how much he tried, they always seemed so superficial, if he was to love. He was to love a person who diddnt act so bland. 

Just as he was starting to take notes, Skylar burst into the room, swearing, cussing and blinding as he went. High fiving all the kids as he went. He was pretty cute if you thought about it hard enough. I mean, Charles did have a slight crush on him... nothing too large. I mean, hes a popular kid, what would he want with a faceless loser. However, he was sitting not even a meter from him, Charles could talk to him... it might work? Leaning over he whispered, "Maybe next time come in with rockets straped to you."

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