Sincentry

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My eyes widened as the fight unravelled before me, I stayed silent and began to doodle in the corner of my notebook, hoping not to get involved. I heard a noise net to me, so I looked up from the sketch of some random people and saw the so called Melanie girl sitting next to me. I gulped and kept silent as I had done so before.

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"Oh," I mumbled as the girl disappeared. She had started crying. I wasn't the best at social situations, so I didn't know how to react exactly. Maybe I said something wrong? She ran into the girls bathroom, but she seemed like a good person, so I didn't think she'd miss class. I shuffled into the lesson with the rest of the chattering students.

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Cringing internally, I looked back and took the book back, "Uh, th-thanks?" I whispered and watched the teacher walk to the class. She looked sad so I thought of some conversation.
"Um, uh, are you new here or--?"

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I jumped in my spot slightly as the girl was behind me, I mumbled a low 'Hi' with a kind half-smile and turned around again, hoping I wouldn't have to engage in conversation any further.

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I looked behind me as the guy I bumped into shot me a menacing glance as I bowed my head down once again, I noticed the girl who was with him was following me so I picked up my pace and landed in front of my class' door and stood there silently, waiting for the teacher to arrive as the hallways slowly started to clear up when students were reminded by the second bell that it was time for first period.

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Bradley quickly rushed down the hallway, avoiding contact with anybody. He bumped into an arguing pair and mumbled a fast 'sorry' before scurrying off to his next class.

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"I run this school, pretty boy. I do what I want when I want. And it was a joke, chill," I laughed as I continued to walk away, chattering aimlessly with the small posse of boys around me. The rest of them looked back at the conversation I was occupied with and yelled out aimless 'back offs!' and 'handle a joke, dude'.

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I winked at the girl I had met earlier, "Hi, pumpkin, never caught your name?" I jokingly flirted, laughing at myself as my friends caught up as they began dragging me away, "See you around, sweet thing," I yelled out over the crowds of people as I got carried away by a sea of jocks and frat boys.

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"Good luck in anger management therapy, little boy," Ethan smiled and flicked his hair back as he got into his car, where he immediately dialled his wannabe girlfriend as he drove away in his black Range Rover from the school building. "Also, it's pansexual, not gay!" he yelled out of the window to Nathan.

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"No but I am the leader of a frat house, Nathan. One of the most popular and powerful ones in the State." he looked the boy up and down, "You know, it's sad you're homophobic. You would make a good toy for me and my 'gay ass squad', you know." He laughed and began walking off campus back to his car, which was luxuriously parked on 'the popular side' of the parking lot.