The words, the speech, the story; it all echoed in his head with no escape. This was really happening. Everything that had been going so well was now ruined. It had been ripped to shreds just as it was getting better.

Obviously.

The redhead was sitting in the bleachers, surrounded by some of his new friends and being stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes. Most he didn't even know. And all of the expressions facing him were expressions of either pure shock or fear. The eyes weren't just staring at him; they were gawking at him. He refused to look back, though. Until his forest green eyes made contact with a pair of ocean blue eyes right beside him. And in those blue eyes he saw confusion mixed with the willingness to know the real truth. And it was then that the redhead decided it was time to stand up to the blue haired teen.

"Bullshit!" he screamed, jumping to his feet.

Those blue eyes had showed him that things could still be better. And he refused to let things be ruined. Not again. He was not going to be taken down.