"I'm not exactly sure what's going on. I just feel an odd connection, like we would understand each other. You probably think I'm such a weirdo now." He said, looking away.
I touched his shoulder to make him look at me. I felt something odd, and figured that that was the connection he had talked about. Something in our lives was the same. Not the fact that neither of us minded touching each other, but something about the way we were brought up. I somehow knew exactly what he was thinking.
"I heard a lot more than what you said. And no, I don't think you're a weirdo."
He smiled, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"You're a really nice guy in there, aren't you?" he pointed to my chest.
"I can be, but to very few people."
"Well, I'm glad to be one of the few people."
"Draaaaaaacoooooo!" came Pansy's shriek, pulsating through the halls, and cutting through the strange atmosphere that had surrounded me and my new aqcuaintence. Pansy came running at full speed and latched right on to me. Once she had a grip around my waist she looked at the small dark haired boy.
"Who's this? Some new kid?"
I turned to the boy. "This is... uh... Wow, I never did ask your name, did I?"
The boy shook his head. He then stepped down from his perch slowly, and with an amazing grace. He extended his hand to Pansy.
"I am Belial."
I looked at him and saw a strange unease on his face. He almost seemed fearful of Pansy. I felt the heat leave his body entirely. Cold fear. Pansy seemed unaware, but luckily turned back to me to complain about her horrible day. Okay, so maybe 'luckily' isn't the right word, but I didn't want Belial to start pissing himself. Pansy began dragging me off, and I managed to turn my head and see Belial wave a small goodbye.