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Eli really didn't want to be there. He was tired, he was thirsty (he should've accepted Ryder's offer of a drink, but he hadn't), and he was nervous as Hell. Brandon seemed to sense this and smiled.

"Everything'll be fine, Eli." He said reassuringly. "If you need anything, just ask Ryder or me. Got it?" He nodded. "Promise you will?" Another nod. "Good. I have to go to class. Ryder, show him around?" The blue haired boy smiled and gave a thumbs up. Brandon walked towards his class, talking to his friends as the bell rung. Ryder smiled down at Eli. Damn it, he's like three inches taller than me! Eli gave a half-hearted smile in return.

"Let me see your schedule." Ryder said, taking a look at it. "Hey, good news! We have the same class first period!" Eli tried to look excited and failed miserably. The class was Geometry. Fuck my life. Eli sighed and shook his head as he followed Ryder down the hallway. He was pretty sure that the other student was saying something or asking a question, but he hardly payed attention. He really didn't want to be here...and he hated Math. Oh God above, how he hated it. Mostly because he was generally awful at it. Of course, the fact that nobody at the orphanage knew what to do with problems they'd pulled from the internet didn't help either.

3 Hours Later

Eli's mind felt effing numb. The class was even more awful than he'd imagined. Everyone was too loud, the teacher too grumpy, the equations far too complicated for his first day. His only saving grace had been Ryder. He'd gone out of his way to help Eli out, even accepting detention for helping him with a problem when he wasn't allowed. Eli felt awful about it, but at the same time it gave a warm, tickling feeling in his chest that would bubble up into a quiet giggle and a grin if he wasn't careful. He's so nice...so why does he want to be friends with me? Well, there it was. The cesspool of self degradation had returned. Not that Eli didn't believe that every awful adjective his own mind would use on him was deserved, because it was (at least, he thought so), but it could pop up at the worst times. The best times for them to pop up were when he felt he most deserved them, like when he did something wrong or failed at something he aspired to do. The worst times were when he felt truly happy, which were rare moments in his life lately. It was an unpredjctable pattern. Some days he was positive and sweet, wanting to be active and helpful. Others he was content to lay in his bed and just think of everything he'd done in his life wrong, even some things that weren't at all his fault (You should've helped Sarah with her fundraiser and maybe we would've gotten more. You should've been watching Timmy instead of speaking with a customer and maybe he wouldn't have been hit by that reckless driver. At least he hadn't died, or that would've made you a murderer.) in the long run. He was knocked out of his reverie, quite literally, when he walked right into someone. Stumbling back, he mutterd a quick apology and tried to walk past the student.

"Watch where you're going!" The student, a boy judging from his voice, exclaims. But he stands in front of Eli to block him, and panic begins to bubble up from Eli's stomach. But he manages to keep it from his voice as he speaks.

"Please move." His voice comes out soft and toneless, his face blank but his eyes downcast. If he had been looking up, he would've seen that the student was grinning and might've realized that the stranger was just teasing him. But he didn't, and instead the panic began to mix with irritation.

"Or what?" Eli couldn't figure it out. Was the guy teasing him? Playing around? Just being an asshole? The last one seemed most plausible, at least to Eli.

"Move." He said, louder now. He knew people were watching...and he heard one or two laughing quietly. Oh Hell no.

"I don't think I will, kid." The panic was overrun by the anger, and Eli felt himself snap.

"GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!" He yelled, shoving past the boy and running down the hallway.

Ryder didn't know how to react. You should've done something. That kept repeating in his head as he watched Dillon, the boy that was teasing Eli, stare after said boy in stunned silence. He had just been playing around, but Ryder knew something was wrong when Eli looked progressivwly more angry, until he yelled loud enough for even teachers in their classrooms to hear.

"Eli, wait!" He called out, running after the redhead. Eli didn't stop, didn't even look back. He turned a corner and stopped at his locker, swearing as he puts the wrong combination in. By then, Ryder had caught up to him. "Eli...what happened back there?"

"That asshat wouldn't fucking move!" Eli snapped. "I have to go to class, so just leave me alone!"

"What in the world is your problem?" Ryder asked, frowning. "You act like you have a grudge against everyone you meet!"

"Get bent!" Eli snapped. "Nobody asked you to follow me around! Just go away!" Without waiting for an answer, he slammed his locker shut and ran off to his next class. Ryder just stared after him, fists clenched, before he shook his head and walked to his locker.

The things he did for cute guys...

So, yeah. Can you tell the ending was rushed?

I'm sorry, guys. I just...I'm not sure if I have any inspiration for fanfiction left in me. For FNaF, anyway. I just feel like I can't really do anything else with this particular writing fandom. So...I don't know if this will get finished. But either way, thanks so much to all of you that have supported me for the past three years. You're all amazing. Feel free to PM me anytime. I'll always answer =)

I'll see you all when I see you. Bye...