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[b]Location:[/b] Homeroom
[b]Interactions:[/b] Oberon Demetrius Grimbald [@Lovely Anastasia] | Aria Delaney [@A Tattooed Girl]
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[center][b]"I have better things to waste time on than something so simple a six year old could do an adequate job at completing..."[/b][/center]

	“Right... Uh... anyone want to... exchange numbers? Coordinate the project efforts?” meekly spoke Clyde.

	It felt like his group had no confidence in him. It was a fair and accurate assessment given the boy's disposition. But Clyde will prove their ideas wrong. He decided this year will be the one to break free from his shell. It will take work, especially when his closest friend was gone and his other friend did not seem like the type to be an all encompassing person. But he was grateful Derek was fond of the boy. This project could be the saving grace Clyde always wished for. That, and it the whole passing grade thing will help too.

[b][center]"Hey, um.. Clyde.."[/center][/b]

	There were two taps to his shoulder followed by a feminine voice. Clyde looked to his left, saw that it was Aria Delaney talking to him, and he immediately turned to face forwards. It definitely seemed cold to those who did not know Clyde and his fear of women. Remembering his mishap with Indiana Rider, he vowed to make a better effort in communicating with those of the opposite sex.

[center][b]"A-Are you okay?"[/b][/center]

	She was worried about him? The thought brought a bit of joy to his heart, but he quickly pushed that feeling down and kept his composure. His awkward composure. He turned back to her with nervousness on his face. Her eyes were a dark brown color complimenting her hair which flowed down to her chest. She had a great sense of style and her words sounded friendly with a hint of genuine concern. “Don't be rude,” Clyde thought about himself.

	“I-I'm... fine.”

	That was a complete lie. Clyde sighed to himself and looked to his desk. Lying to Aria did not feel right.

	“Ah... that's a lie,” he mumbled. “I m-mean... I'll be alright. My friend is gone so it feels lonely is all. But... thanks... you know, for your concern. I truly appreciate it.”

	A smile crept on his face for a moment before quickly disappearing. Was it creepy to smile at people you are not close to? Maybe. He would have to take care to watch his expressions.

	Wait a minute, Aria is in the same group as him.

	“So... have any ideas about that, uh, project?”

	Two full sentences without vomiting from fear. Abby would be so proud.