Heyy again! Thanks to my two reviewers. I am going to try and update this daily, but if i can't, i promise that there will not be a long wait between chapters. So, yeah, enjoy chapter two!

Disclaimer: I don't own HSM.

This time, his feet and brain were in sync with oneanother. They both told Ryan that he should run as far away as he possibly could, so that he wouldn't have to face his classmates. When he reahed the front steps of the school, he collapsed. Tears flowed from his eyes, and as hard as he tried to stop them, he couldn't. They just kept racing from his eyes. He grasped onto one of the steps as he lay there. He needed something, anything, to grasp onto, and sadly, he had nothing left to grasp on to besides a step. His hope was gone, his dignity was gone, even his private thoughts were gone from his locker. Ryan Evans had nothing but a step.

"Hey," someone coughed. "Hey, Ryan." Ryan wiped his eyes and slowly turned around.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"I-I just-" the other boy stuttered. "I just wanted to- to see if you were okay."

"Does it look like I'm okay, Troy?" Ryan pulled himself up off of the step, and sat down, keeping his head high, no one was going to see Ryan in a state or turmoil, no one. Especially not Troy.

"I saw you run outside, and I just- I thought that you could use a friend," said Troy, ignoring Ryan's question.

"Thanks," Ryan sat still. Troy is probably just here to make fun of me, he thought. For, why would the star athelete of East High want to support him, Ryan Evans? Troy sat down on Ryan's step, and cleared his throat.

"Is it true?" Ryan just stared at him. Why was Troy doing this? Should Ryan trust him? Deciding that nothing could possibly make the situation worse than it already was, he answered Troy.

"You know," he began. "I'm not even sure." Ryan kept looking ahead.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Ryan continued. "I just don't know."

"How could you not know? It's kind of a simple concept, isn't it?" This set off something in Ryan. How could Troy be so ignorant? He claimed that he was here to help him, but he was just arguing with him.

"What would you know about this concept Troy?" Ryan spat. "How would you really know if it were all that simple? Don't make such serious statements about things that you couldn't even begin to comprehend. Live a day as someone like me, and then talk." Ryan walked away, leaving Troy with his head burried in his hands, wondering why on Earth he had come outside to talk to Ryan.

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