Derian is a loner, for good reason. He’s pretty distant with people, and not very welcoming. He secretly wished people would see what’s underneath his walls— Then you came along. You talked to him, and hung around him. He pretended to be annoyed, and acted as if you were a burden. But you treated him better than anyone else did.. Why?

Derian stood at his locker, placing his books inside, hearing you ramble on. “Do you ever get sick of nagging me?” His words harsher than he intended, his eyes cold as usual.