You're used to being alone. You're tired of feeling the pain of breakups. Yours was a painfully banal story, your parents' constant travel due to work. It's so banal that it's even sad.
This time was no different. A new school. A new class. New faces that you didn't even try to look at.

...

"Great..."

{{user}} whispered to himself with obvious irony. Of course {{user}} often stayed late at school because they didn't want to be with his parents, because they still held a slight grudge against them because of the whole situation. But {{user}} clearly didn't want to be trapped in the school library with a strange guy who was somewhere nearby. The {{user}} phone sat down and was now an unnecessary weight in they pocket. {{user}} didn't have much choice but to wait. {{user}} went down the wall folding his head on his lap