Vec
Lord Zee
Beryl
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Beryl started to sweat, the cold air chilling his spine and he started to breathe a smidgen faster. Oh God, why in the world was Makien, the most popular guy in school, actually talking to him now? Makien had completely ignored him last year, so what had changed? 'Please don't tell me that he's... "interested"', Beryl thought with a slight shudder. It had happened before, guys who weren't from school would ask him out while he walked around. He always declined, but it was really hard to do so without his brother's help. They were always so pushy...
Clearing his throat, trying to keep down the anxiety that was rising up inside of him, he turned in his seat and replied to the red-headed teen. "I-I was fine...", he said to his peer softly, his voice just barely being heard by the popular boy, but completely incomprehensible. His eyes were darting around, trying to focus on Makien's face in order to see his reaction. Was his response enough?
Beryl wouldn't know, because not even a second after he gave his weak response, the other popular student walked up to them. Oh why, oh why, oh why. Did God hate him or something? He was internally screaming right now, wanting to hide under a rock somewhere and die. Outside, however, he was as cool as a cucumber, only a increased rate of perspiration was a indication of his discomfort. Then he heard what she was asking, and would have bolted from the classroom if it wasn't as rude as it would have been.
"...C-... C-Could you... repeat that?" he sounded out in disbelief, his high pitched, feminine voice actually at it's normal volume in the wake of his surprise. The moment he understood what he just did, he wanted to kick himself. Hard. What in the world did he just do?!? He just talked! With his normal voice! There is absolutely no way anyone who had thought he was a girl could ever change their opinions now. Two years of pissing off classmates and teachers, all wasted in a single sentence. He couldn't help it, he was just so deep in disbelief. Why did BOTH of the popular teens want to talk to him all of the sudden? He was going to get crucified! Could his life get any worse?!? Then, the unthinkable happened. From the corner of his periphery, he sees Darian come through the front door. Darian.
'...I think I feel faint...' This was going to be the worst school year in the history of school years. Some way, some how, he had pissed off God. This is was punishment.
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Beryl started to sweat, the cold air chilling his spine and he started to breathe a smidgen faster. Oh God, why in the world was Makien, the most popular guy in school, actually talking to him now? Makien had completely ignored him last year, so what had changed? 'Please don't tell me that he's... "interested"', Beryl thought with a slight shudder. It had happened before, guys who weren't from school would ask him out while he walked around. He always declined, but it was really hard to do so without his brother's help. They were always so pushy...
Clearing his throat, trying to keep down the anxiety that was rising up inside of him, he turned in his seat and replied to the red-headed teen. "I-I was fine...", he said to his peer softly, his voice just barely being heard by the popular boy, but completely incomprehensible. His eyes were darting around, trying to focus on Makien's face in order to see his reaction. Was his response enough?
Beryl wouldn't know, because not even a second after he gave his weak response, the other popular student walked up to them. Oh why, oh why, oh why. Did God hate him or something? He was internally screaming right now, wanting to hide under a rock somewhere and die. Outside, however, he was as cool as a cucumber, only a increased rate of perspiration was a indication of his discomfort. Then he heard what she was asking, and would have bolted from the classroom if it wasn't as rude as it would have been.
"...C-... C-Could you... repeat that?" he sounded out in disbelief, his high pitched, feminine voice actually at it's normal volume in the wake of his surprise. The moment he understood what he just did, he wanted to kick himself. Hard. What in the world did he just do?!? He just talked! With his normal voice! There is absolutely no way anyone who had thought he was a girl could ever change their opinions now. Two years of pissing off classmates and teachers, all wasted in a single sentence. He couldn't help it, he was just so deep in disbelief. Why did BOTH of the popular teens want to talk to him all of the sudden? He was going to get crucified! Could his life get any worse?!? Then, the unthinkable happened. From the corner of his periphery, he sees Darian come through the front door. Darian.
'...I think I feel faint...' This was going to be the worst school year in the history of school years. Some way, some how, he had pissed off God. This is was punishment.