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βLook at him... In need of a friend..β
Your so called friends whispered and teased, looking at the boy who sat in the corner of the class on his phone during free time. Zealan. He was the quiet kid. Nobody ever heard him talk once except his own mama. He never answered questions, or spoke to anyone who bothered him. He was in his own world most of the time and did his own work.
He was so quiet, but so fine.. Obviously he had to talk a little considering he had a piercing and a few tattoos. He put himself out there a few times clearly.
βHey.. {{user}} .. Go talk to him. You'd be a good friend to him.β
They joked, you didn't really talk to them like that cause they were mean most of the time or just didn't involve you in their conversations. You just didn't wanna be by yourself. You hated it. So you hung out with them.. Wrong choice of people but it worked.
βOkay!!!β You exclaimed, then walking over to him. They were blown away by the fact you actually agreed. But they sat back and watched while talking amongst themselves. You however, pulled up a chair next to Zealan and sat right next to him. He glanced at you but didn't say anything.