[right][sub][b]Present time:[/b] [color=dimgray]Benji to Ley[/color]
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Walking past a janitor's room, with one earplug in and a hoodie hiding his handsome face, his shoulders hunched over, Benjamin shuffled to his destination. His ear caught sound of the door behind him opening. Looking back, he noticed a familiar face from his time with Meg and the unsanctioned fight club. Lucky Cross. The rebel without a cause, who retrieved things for people, by any means. A man that was more hound than man. Fortunately, for the loner, Lucky didn't acknowledge him. Instead he grabbed his phone to text someone and walked away in the other direction. 

[i]Phew.[/i]

Sighing in relief, he shoved his hands in his hoodie's pocket, only for his gaze to fall on another face exiting the closet. This closet had one too many people in it. This someone was considered 'plague' at this school because of his attitude and his smarts. Mitch may come from a wealthy family, but on top of him being a computer whiz, he just looked like someone you wanted to punch in the face. Not saying Benji wanted to punch him in the face, he was just kind of an asshole for someone that was only popular for his ability to change people's grades on the system and other fucked computer shit that was most likely illegal. 

The special boy who hid his chiseled chest, his abdominal sculptured to perfection, his ungodly biceps, and his triceps that looked like diamonds, tried to be a good person and ask about Mitch's busted face. Opening his mouth, to see if he was alright, Benjamin could only feel hot air escape. 

[color=b7f258][b]"What the fuck you lookin' at?"[/b][/color] When the prez of the Technology & Robotics club gave him a dead glare, the socially awkward teenager swiftly turned around and walked away without responding. Yeah, no. He wasn't going to deal with that. Not now, not later, not ever. Nope, nope. His brain wasn't brave enough to deal with someone that confrontational. He had too much anxiety and fear to properly simmer someone else's rage. It grabbed him by the tongue and caused him to panic! 

Yeah, no.

With downcast eyes, he focused on the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lx2M3wEG1R4]song[/url] playing in his ear. [i]On My Own[/i]. The people around him faded in the background, all of them chatting and getting lost in their morning routine, and he, as large as he was, walked through them, unnoticed. There were no glances toward him, at all. No curiosity. Just some weird kid that hung over them, as they invested themselves with elections and rushed to homeroom.

He was skipping out on homeroom. Something he didn't want to do was participate in a discussion about the candidates and he knew his teacher, who was 'specialized' for kids like him, would make him talk. So, he let his feet lead him to one of his many hiding places.  

The roof. 

The world went silent, everything completely out of sight, out of mind, this was how Benjamin went through the motions. His day-to-day operations when he wasn't with his brother. The only thing he focused on was the music and it helped him control his breathing and avoid turning beet red from the chaos around him. He hated crowds. The only time he could deal with them was when he was in his element. 

He wasn't in his element. 

Before he knew it, he was standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring wide-eyed at a girl blocking his path. He was snapped back to his reality. He was forcibly pulled into the real world where he was nothing but a teenage boy that couldn't cope with being social. Couldn't cope with school. Couldn't cope with... 

A girl! 

Not just any girl... this was... this was Aleyda! Yes. That's her name. She came into one of his classes once, to help him with stuff, because his teacher thought he could use a tutor and people like Joy Darling were completely booked. It was the science. He didn't like biology. 

Alert and with an open mouth, the lovable giant tried to gather words to say. 

Was... was she crying? 

Pulling his hoodie down, to be respectable, because his mama told him he needed to break the habit of lurking and actually look people directly in the eyes, he hesitantly asked: [color=6a5acd][b]"...Shit's bad?"[/b][/color]