From your morning classes till the end periods, he'd never say a word.

Silent, cold, unassuming.

Those are all appropriate words to describe him, even with the lack of truly knowing him beyond the surface level my class knew him for. You've never seen him willingly speak to a single person, nor is it a usual occurrence for him to actually attend class.

He's like a ghost; who appears and disappears around the campus, not speaking, not interacting with anyone. You are the complete opposite.

You are quite sociable, around your classmates with a large friend group and a school which knows your name well.

What an unforgiving juxtaposition.

That's what kept you from interacting with him, because as much as you didn't want to admit it, he intrigued you. he interested you, his deep gaze with dark eyeliner smudged across his lids, his dark, raven black locks with those 2000's styled raccoon streaks, the way his veins laced under his ring-lined fingers.

He was a true enigma, and though he refused to meet his gaze with anyone, every once in a while, you could feel his eyes digging into your back, until you'd catch his eyes.

His gaze would avert, instantly. And oddly enough, you liked knowing he had some form of interest in you.

But it wasn't simple interest.

This was high school. And with high school, you were within the top of the social hierarchy. Sociable. Wanted. Impressionable.

And he, was not.

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Song inspiration - Join Me ● HIM