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-Bold- = Author Notes
-Italics- = Character's Thoughts (only used once in awhile)
|| This Story will be told in first person point of view, occasionally switching povs every now and then. Warnings will be shown to help readers that are sensitive to gore and violence. Mature language used||

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He let out a small sigh and examined my eyes with a confidence I've never seen from before. Granted, I only met him a few minutes ago.

"L-Liam, he-"

"Alright everyone, let's do a lap around the gym!" The gym teacher yelled, interrupting the middle of Logan's confession.

Before I can turn my attention to the brunette, he ran off without any warning. What a weird but pretty cool kid. I smiled to myself in an amused way and followed the rest of the guys in a lap.

Sadly, I wasn't one to catch up.

Everyone kept sprinting past me and pushing me along the way. It really doesn't help that the binding on my chest gives me a rug burn from how tightly it is put on. I couldn't walk or else I'll be yelled at and I couldn't run or else the binding will go loose.

I jog carefully around the gym, but observed something rather odd. Instead of Mathew or Liam being the first in the group of guys running, it was Logan. I chuckled to myself again. This guy sure is strange.

Once I did three laps around the gym, I leaned on the wall of it, taking my breath. I peaked at the open door of the school.

The school had two large gaps on one of the walls that welcomes and is an exit for students in gym and gives them access to the fields outside. The gym floors don't get wet, because after the big, open door, there is a porch surrounding the gym itself, with stairs that lead to the field.

Though, today has terrible weather, so along with the student's voices, the rain was dropping on the ground loudly. I wonder why they keep the doors open, but it is really pretty outside, even if it was pouring.

However, something did capture my eyes.

A man with black hair and gray eyes was leaning on the railing of the porch. He looked to be our age and was admiring the scene of the rain in front of him. Instead of wearing the school uniform properly, he didn't have a jacket at all. His tie fell loosely on his collar, and his button shirt was unbuttoned a tiny bit, revealing a tattoo of a tsunami. The long sleeve button up was rolled up, showing more tattoos on his arm. Hell, it revealed tons of muscle which suited his tall figure. He even had a lip piercing to complete his edgy look.

The man pulled out a pack of cigars from his pockets of his dress pants and lit it, bringing it to his pink lips, and took a long drag out of it. He leaned a bit more on the railing, looking bored and puffed the smoke out.

Damn, he's cute.

"Ryland is quite the looker," a voice joked beside me.

I turned around to be met with a honey blonde haired person. He was average height, but still taller than me by just a few inches. He was wearing the usual gym uniform and his bangs were pinned back with two red hair clips. Though, that doesn't stop his hair to frame his face perfectly. His smile already radiated his personality, and I couldn't help but smile at his aura.

"Yes, but no homo," I joked, chuckling a bit.

He raised his eyebrow at me questioningly.

"Are you kidding me? I would screw," he laughed, slapping his knee.

I laughed with him a little, but didn't break contact with the mysterious man. That's when the mysterious guy named, Ryland, turned his heel and left with a drag of his cigar.

"My name is Zander! Proud future owner of the Carson Designer Company!" He chirped, lending out a hand.

The Carson Company was a big one. They sell men and women clothing that can amount to a million dollars for a dress. The brand name was money, but the designs were a whole bank. Though, the brand name alone on a single t shirt would be more than 500k. I'm not even over exaggerating.

"The Name is (Your Guy Name), proud owner of a home," I laughed.

Zander raised his eyebrow at me before leaning closer to me and smiling.

"Oh, you must be smart then! I guess that's why you stuck out of the sea of manliness," he remarked, straining the word 'manliness' and making weird gestures.

I snickered and looked back at our classmates finishing up the lap. This school year might be better than I thought.

The gym teacher started yelling at the last guy in line for wasting time since the gym period is now over. We were sent back and started changing into our school uniforms.

I closed the door of the stall I was changing in and looked at the mirror. I still looked feminine, but it was hard to notice with hair covering the hints of feminine on my face.

The bell rang, signifying that first period has ended. I looked at the schedule that was in my small hands and started at the second period class.

Math?

I grunted in frustration and stomped my way to there. Well, tried to stomp my way there. I got lost. Again.

The second period bell rang, which means it started and it's either I am late or I skip.

Do I really want to suffer? Fuck no.

I walked over to the gym porch that was connected to the hallway I was in. Careful enough that the gym teacher doesn't see me, I sneaked my way down the stairs and made my way towards the field. It was raining, yeah, but I used my blazer to block any raindrops from hitting me.

I made my way behind the school and into a garden with a gazebo surrounded by a small pond with a bridge leading to the entrance.

I ran into the gazebo and fell to my knees to take a breath.

"What are you doing here?"

Thank you to scar_dvo for editing this chapter! You're the best~