Making my way to the library, carrying my textbooks, no one pays me any mind. Sitting at the tables are chattering students, gossiping amongst themselves. I make immediately for my favorite table, the one situated at the very back corner. I open my book and loose myself in its pages.
For the second time, out of my reverie by someone calling my name.
"Hinata! Shouldn't you be getting to class?"
The librarian beckons to the clock.
"You've already twenty minutes late."
I panic, gathering my things and scurrying out the door before the clock can wrong me any further. Dashing down the hallway to my class, the school looks like a ghost town. I round the corner, screeching to a halt at the sight of five guys clustered by the lockers. One glance is enough the situation at hand. A white haired boy is cornered, utterly defeated by the other four, each one of the four has black clouds apparel. I retreat behind the safety of the corner. My heart is pounding, partly from sprinting down the hallway but mostly from the scene before my eyes. I stand, paralysed, overcome by fear. Any moment they'll turn and see me, I can only watch horror-struck, as a silver headed boy turns, and for a moment, our eyes meet.
The others follow his gaze. I expect a cry, a shout demanding what I'm doing, but it never comes. They turn away as if I don't exist, focusing their attention on the boy they have surrounded.
As soon as they turn their backs are turned, I bolt, not willing to chance them changing their minds. I finally reach my class, shaky and breathless, but otherwise unharmed. Something that unfortunately, may not be the case for the boy white hair and wide blue eyes.