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[indent][color=d3d3d3]The transfer student buried his head in his arms as the teacher he barely knew told his peers how the Valentine's dance would go down. He didn't care for it. The dance, the holiday, the fact that it was a celebration of 'friendship'. School dances weren't his scene. If he could have things his way, he'd let this semester pass him by, walking the halls like a ghost, invisible to the world and unbothered. 

Honestly, after [i]that[/i] incident it was for the best he didn't associate himself with anyone that wasn't his friends. Anyone that weren't the Misfits, minus Ariel. He was still mad at her. She went so out of her way to prove a point and all of a sudden, bam, they're broken up [i]again[/i]? That girl had no clue what she wanted, but that was neither here nor there. She was doing this for herself - they were focusing on 'themselves'. He could respect that. Sorta. Not really. Regardless, no one else was worth his time and energy. These memories were fleeting and he just wanted to graduate already.

When the assembly ended, Ryland lifted up his head at the perfect moment, when the fiery redhead stood up from her seat, gave a little huff, and sauntered out. Part of him hated her. How she pooled him in, with every other Elite asshole that tries to compete with the Queens. The type that uses their testosterone as an excuse to be a jerk, and what was the word she said, an 'alpha male'. 

He didn't disrespect any girl during that fateful moment besides the one that was being stupid for 'love', which OKAY, he was wrong to intervene. That was his bad. Still, he was too prideful to apologize and tell his friend to enjoy being young and dumb, while she still can. Enjoy the little happiness she has, before they all venture off to wherever the fuck adulthood leads them. Who knows how long anything will last? Not him! That's for sure. 

Back to the point. Rye was not trying to be top dog and never cared to be. Those that tried to be at the top were sad because it was their way of seeking validation. Rye didn't need validation. He didn't need to be at the top. He knew what he liked, what he wanted, and what he needed. If that made him an outcast, a loner, and a nobody, that was A-OK with him. His main fault was... his anger. It wasn't easy to calm the beast, but he was learning. Or trying to at least. For those that loved him and were rooting for him. Those that saw his potential where he did not. 

Grinding his teeth, Rye stood up and threw his bag over his shoulder, not realizing he was the last one in the room. Part of him couldn't hate Julie like he hated some people back at his old school. She was gorgeous. It was hard to [i]not [/i]get distracted. To add to that, she wasn't simply beautiful, she was [i]smart[/i] and held herself with this poise, perhaps with a bit of domineering arrogance, that he knew only came with the best kind of women and women that had a sheltered, yet pure, loving heart. Pure gold. They simply had to protect that goodness from the worst. He [i]wasn't[/i] the worst. He might not always think before he says something, especially when he's hurt, but he treats his family and friends with undoubted and certain love, until they no longer deserve it. Until they no longer deserve his loyalty, his acts of kindness, anything!  

Fuck, who was he kidding? He was crushing hard on the Queen Bee of King's Academy and he absolutely [i]hated[/i] it. First impressions last forever, and it kept replaying in his mind. Over and over again. He couldn't even sleep much, so he spent his nights dancing in his aunt's attic. When he's restless, he gets urges to do freeform, based off his hip hop, jazz, and lyrical lessons from his Aunt Summer. It helps liberate his mind from the constant thoughts that annoy the shit out of him. 

Rather than join the others in the cafeteria, Rye decided to go to one out of two places that were on his mind. The roof or the bleachers. The bleachers were a further walk, so he started trudging upward, walking past the cafeteria to get to the ideal stairs that led straight to his place of breathing. His happy place. He had zoned out his surroundings and failed to notice that he walked past his two best friends, holding each other's hands. The lovey dovey couple of the century. Once he threw his against-uniform-policy black hoodie over his head and slipped in his ear pieces, he marched upward.   

When he arrived, he dropped his bag on the roof floor, played Wow by Post Malone, and started [url=https://youtu.be/H7xSn6FHLBA?t=59]dancing[/url], forgetting about the V-DAY dance, about Julie, and about how... alone... he truly was. 

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