How Am I Social Now?

Over the course of one month, many people started taking a fancy to Jake or just to bask in silence in his presence; often times Jake found these situations awkward but didn't say anything as someone taking his words to heart wasn't necessarily his intention. Jake, didn't liked half the people nor their attention, Andrew seemed to be enough to handle and he didn't need people 20 people to trail after him like lost puppies.

"How am I social now?" Jake asked turning towards Andrew.

"I'm questioning that too." Andrew croaked.

Over the course of a month, as people started to just become fond of Jake, Andrew grew jealous as he was used to being the popular one, though of course Andrew didn't blame or hate Jake because he knew exactly how much Jake disliked attention.

Right now, Andrew sipped on his ever so sweet coffee, mind you this was third bottle as he stayed awake the whole night.

"I'm really concerned. How many cups of coffee did you have this week, again?" Luke asked, genuinely concerned.

"Nunya." Andrew retorted.

"Wha- Nunya... what?" Luke questioned back confused.

"Nunya business." Andrew dismissed Luke's question.

Jake snickered as he heard this.

"Anyways, I'm off to class. Bye." Jake turned around and walked.

"What's your class? And don't dismiss me with that weird Nunya joke." Luke asked.

"I've been dismissing you for a month. You didn't get lost then, chances of you dismissing yourself on my word in one instance are very thin." Andrew mumbled.

"Huh? What did you say?" Luke interrogated.

"I have my selected second language class." Andrew muttered loud enough for the purple-haired boy to hear.

"I have that class too! What teacher is teaching you?" He further inquired.

"Sir Collins." Andrew dryly answered back.

"I HAVE THAT CLASS TOO!" Luke screamed in excitement. "Though, that is Lucy's father right? The very snobby girl in class."

"Very much."

And like that Andrew and Luke made their way to class.

In The Classroom Jake Was Seated In

"Okay, please introduce yourself to your classmates."

"Hello, I'm Olivia Choi."

Hearing this name made Jake flinch violently yet nobody noticed this as he was seated in the far corner, behind everyone in the room. It was like someone tapped him a bit too hard and he was very unaware of the them doing so.

"Now, go take a seat."

"Teacher, can I request half the period as interaction time with my classmates?" Olivia requested.

Jake scoffed at this childish request, not expecting the teacher to actually give their allowance.

"Sure. I can rest up in the meantime but... NO USE OF PHONES." They announced.

Jake raised his head taking a good look at the person who requested this and a good look at the teacher, that too in disbelief.

"This is a first." Jake growled lowly.

"Can I sit here?" A voice politely asked.

"Who am I to tell you no?" Jake sat up straight, taking a good look at his new seatmate.

"Wait... WHA--WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" The seatmate exclaimed.

"I come here to study. I hope you do too; I hope you don't think we're friends just because of what I did at our first encounter. It's just what any sane person does-" Jake fumbled.

"Thinking back to how harshly you punched him...", she eyed him up and down... weirdly but then leaned in and continued, "... you don't seem sane to me."

Jake clenched his jaw in anger and turned his face the other way, towards the window, where he saw an ominously dressed man directing his camera right towards his direction and the camera's shutter went off and with one last photo, that man fled.

Jake, immediately, stood up and ran out of class. The teacher didn't notice Jake as they were asleep, the rest of the class did though. Their heads followed his figure leaving through the doorframe without making a sound.

After this though, everyone's head turned back around and they continued doing what they were before Jake, seemingly, started to run out of class dramatically causing a minor scene. This seemed weird about the classmates to Olivia but she didn't dwell on this matter as some classmates approached her.

Meanwhile With Jake

As soon as he reached the exit of the school, that ominous-looking man had left completely. He felt distressed just like he did all month long. He couldn't trust these people, not even if he'd been held at gunpoint.

He did have the idea of alerting the principal... but that would also cause him trouble as not only would he be questioned and punished for leaving in the middle of class and not to mention, the teacher, whose class he left, would also be given a punishment; without question, that teacher will also start disliking him.

Jake felt immensely bothered... no, he felt an undescribable feeling. It felt like every negative emotion that he felt strongly at different hopeless times in life was back and it was not one strong emotion, it was all of them, all at once. He was suffocating because he was overwhelmed with a big strong emotion of negativity which cannot be described in words. And if the confusion wasn't enough, his head started throbbing in pain.

He doubled over in pain, applying great pressure on his temples in small hopes of the pain subsiding... but it didn't. At this point, it was becoming difficult to even do small things like keep his eyes open and remain his composure; asking some random by-passer to help him was something he wouldn't even resort to, even if it were the last thing he would've been given the option to resort to.

"You're going to be okay, just hang in there." A gentle voice spoke before everything faded to black.

Andrew's Point Of View

"Finally! This is the last class and then I'm off!" Luke cheered.

I scoffed.

"You know I've noticed, that you tend to act like Jake around me and I act like you... around you? You get what I'm saying?" He inquired.

"I couldn't care less." I retorted, meaning what I said literally.

Suddenly my phone started ringing and upon picking up, the first thing I listen to is huffing and puffing of air coming from the opposite side of the phone.

"A-Andr-Andrew... i-it's your... umm... friend, was it? He is outside of the school and his nose is bleeding violently. Can you come and help me carry him back inside?"

Without thinking twice, I sprinted as fast as I could have.

I had no clear idea of which exit to the outside the person who alerted me was referring to or who they were or how they had my number. My thoughts were hazy and the only thing I could do was run till I saw the one person whose well-being was more important to me than my own.

And as soon as I saw what state he was in, my own legs gave up on me.