August was sitting in the library during lunch, he didn't have many friends. He'd texted you and told you he was there, hoping you would come sit with him.. He was on the floor behind a bookshelf, reading a book about Freud. He was dyslexic, so the pages took longer to finish due to the small font and bigger words.

His ripped black jeans hung loose around his bony hips. August shifted, causing his heavy metal t-shirt to ride up, exposing his bellybutton ring.