Stay away from me ~Gay peppy guy needed~ {semi advance}

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    Damon is one of the most gothic guys in school, never smiles, never laughs, never shows any emotion but anger and annoiance. Everyone stays away from him, scared he'll hurt you. he sat in the court yard of school, reading an old book, he read poetry, which no one really knew cause he didnt talk unless to snap at someone. he turned the page, not paying attention to all the students that passed him, whispering about him. he never dated anyone, he was never intersted in any of the girls, nor was he guys, so he didnt think he was gay or striaght. he thought he just need to find the right person.


    Damon~

    Terence was scribbling in his notebook during lunch in the cafeteria, sketching the marble floor. He thought about drawing Damon but dissmissed the thought. Damon was withdrawn and refrained, but he seemed to be a very interesting person to paint. Terence stared at his sandwhich and assortment of fruits. Ugh. . . yippee. All of my favorite foods.

    damon read his book, feeling the eyes of everyone on him, he hated and love that feeling, he was the type of guy who hated to be started at for the wrong reason but loved to be feared for the right reason. its was an odd thing to explain and he didnt care, he never talk to anyon nor did he want to talk to anyone, he was a loner, and never needed anyone to dissapoint him, if he stayed by himself he would never get hurt, and thats how he thought of it

    Terence sat at his table, casting an occassional glance at Damon. His dark hair and pale eyes complimented his olive skin, a perfect model for a portrait. He hesitated for a heartbeat, Terence wanted to ask Damon if he could sketch him but it just seemed too.... impossible.

    He looked up feeling eyes on him, he looked around and saw him there, he glared at him, thinking he was staring because of how weird he look or something, which he wsa also ready for a fight as well

    Terence captured Damon's piercing gaze. He raised an eyebrow and returned to his drawing. The bell rang and he knew it was time for math. Terence wondered if Damon would be there too.

    He sighed shutting his book and standing. He too had math and sucked at it, never understanding it so he never paid attention to it, so he's failing for course like in most of hid classes

    Terence entered algerbra, carrying sketches of lions and pine needles. He sat in the front row, facing Mr. Sliwa. He was a young, handsome man with short sand-colored hair and blue eyes. Mr. Sliwa captured countless hearts of female students but unfortunately for them, he was married. Terence detested math. The rules seemed pointless and boring. He did try his best though, too bad his best was a C.
    "Okay, class. Today we're learning about chordinate graphs," the teacher explained as every girl in the classroom gazed at him with adoring puppy dog eyes.

    Olled his eyes seeing how the girls acted, which was silly he wasn't that handsome to him, he looked around not paying attention to class, daydreaming about endless things as he wished school would end already

    "Now, for your project, I want you to complete this calculus packet. It will be due a week from now and you must work with a partner," Mr. Sliwa announced, flashing his flawless signature grin. Immidiately, students teamed with their closest friends, soon Damon and Terence were the only ones alone. Great, now I have to partner with him?

    he sighed in annoyance hating partener projects, he liked to work alone and always did, he would beg the teachers or annoy them till they agreed to let him to the project himself, but he had a feeling this one wouldnt let him. he looked around seeing only him with out a partener, oh great, im stuck with a peppy kid, shot me now, he thought, not getting up to go to him, if he wanted to partner with him he would have to get up and come to him

    Slightly troubled, Terence sat by Damon. "Okay, I'll just start it." he grumbled, realizing Damon was a math failure. He tore out a blank sheet of notebook paper and wrote some math notes. Terence soon got bored and started to draw tigers.

    "shouldnt you be taking notes and not doodling?" he said leaning close to him when he asked the question, not realizing that his lips were right next to his ear, and he was talking barely over a whisper. for once he didnt have that rude of a comment, well to him it wasnt rude

    "Art is more important than math. In fifty years, what am I gonna use this stuff for? In the future I'll be an artist. Or at the very least, an art teacher," he explained. "I'll just study at the last minute when my brain starts to work."

    he shook his head, "artist are jokes," he said wanting to see this happy guy become crushed and angry to really see this guy fight. knowing hes never really fought with anyone before, seeing how happy this guy always is.

    "are you sure your not seeing your future and not mine," he said raising an eyebrow at him, "you have to be really popular to make any money in the art businese," he added hoping to get this guy angry