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Chapter 2

Under the benches where the crowds would sit, there were a group teenagers, gathered together around a small fire for warmth. Their leader always sat in the same place, ahead of the others and furthest away under. His dyed-black hair fell over one of his eyes, the rest covered by the hood of his black and grey jacket. His jeans were torn and his feet sported black converse. He was, if you thought about it, rather handsome. He could never admit it though, he was popular with his own group and that was how he liked it.

Tommy walked towards the gang wearily, slowly before someone pointed him out. Phil stood up, Tommy had never noticed how tall he was not until now, he towered over him. He stared into Phil's dark brown eyes, trimmed neatly with eyeliner, making the whites of his eyes stand out.

"What do you want Pickles." Phil spoke harshly, Tommy cleared his throat.

"I need to talk to you," He glanced around at the Phil's friends. "Alone." His stare only became fiercer but Phil raised a hand and shoed away the others, so that he and Tommy were alone. Tommy carried on, "I think this whole group break-up was a stupid idea, we're all friends and have been for so long, it was a petty argument." He finished with a small smile, a hopeful one.

"It was." Phil repeated, "I've missed you guys but..." He paused and skimmed the feild with his eyes. "What about the others? They won't want too especially not Lil."

"Then we'll have to make them." Tommy's smile grew as one spread across Phil's face aswell. They shook hands and Phil waved to the rest of his group before shouting, "You might need to find a new leader!"

He and Tommy walked off to the cafeteria, discussing how they would get the others to come back. They found a table and sat down with their lunches, many people were staring at the odd friendship, a jock and an emo.

"Good job Lil's got detention." Mumbled Phil through the muttering of the tables around them. "She'd freak if she knew we were sitting together."

"So let her freak, I don't care." Tommy said sitting back in his chair, at that moment Carlos cam towards him.

"Yo Tom what you doin' sitting next to that weirdo?" He pointed at Phil, he face screwed up in disgust.

"Ain't got nothing to do with you Carlos so piss off." Carlos' face went red but he backed off all the same.

"Thanks Tommy." He laughed. "Just like old times eh?"

"Yeah." Tommy laughed too. Now all he had to do was convince the others which wouldn't be too hard now would it?