Confessions.
Ahtrun Zala hated confessions.
He had cold eyes, unfeeling yet calm. Averagely rich, and beautiful.
But he mostly hated the crowd gathering to give him, forcefully, their letters of love and adoration for him.
God, he hated confession and crowds and now, he added another one to his hate-this list. Girls. Again.
First, Athrun thought of it as annoying, never really cared about them nor did he he ever think his actions of nothing towards
the opposite sex had any effect so he just threw away any ideas about it. He didn't care at all. But, the more he didn't
notice them, they all swarm. The guy glared, acted rude, more glaring and threw stuff at them.
Athrun Zala knew that he wasn't taught of such things to solve problems and it didn't work either.
He had no choice, he had to move somewhere else. Goodbye annoying bitches.
Or so he thought.
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He's new, fresh, clean and his eyes twitched.
Was this his new school? Full of stupid looking people coming from all sorts of crappy places,
there was something wrong about this, standing in front of the people he never had the time to talk to or even try to.Seeing as everyone just needed to adjust their uniforms a bit to have the girls all naked and the guys screaming in craziness.
He didn't like it at all.
Another one to add to the list.
Wow, so many to hate in the world.
"Students." the teacher with the unshaved beard said groggily, "Listen this is Mr. Athrun Zala." he pointed. "He's new here, please treat him with good hearts."
One of the students, raised her hand, " What's his phone number?" and asked a weird question. The teacher just raised a brow. Athrun didn't listen surprisingly.
" Sorry Len, that's confidential. Get another guy's number outside campus." the girl pouted cutely. She knew herself well to make such a cute face, anyone would fall for this, she thought. If only she knew what the new student thought.
"Ugly." he whispered. Fortunately no one heard it.
knock. A head popped out the door, Guy with glasses. Usual.
"Sir Miller, the office got the data wrong, Mister Zala isn't suppose to be in this class. His in the higher level above."
"Oh. then get him upstairs, please."
then bowed.
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"Goodbye Mr. Zala, it was nice meeting you." he said and waved towards the retreating form of Athrun, the emerald eyed boy didn't look at him. The girls swayed with a sigh, probably of sadness.
"BYEBYE! call me new student, YOUR HOT!! Here's my numb--!" a guy from the class pushed a towel inside Len's mouth before she could finish. Maybe they were really annoyed by her now too.
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"Why did you transfer here?" glasses dude asked.
No answer.
"Are you gonna answer me?"
Silence.
"Can't speak? Deaf?"
Just walking. Persistent little person. Why do you keep asking questions that are unimportant?
"Shut up." Athrun replied, finally, and he's eyes glared cold ice under the little man.
"Um, ok."
Oh now he was scared.