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| First Capture [ ◉¯ ] |

Taking a deep breath, I held on tightly to the box making my way over to him.

Leaning against the concrete wall, he rested his elbows on his knees with his head back and his eyes shut.

Now standing in front of him, my feet were planted, forbidden to move, yet for what seemed like an eternity my voice seemed extracted from my airways.

Just hoping he would notice me and say something first.

Even though his eyes were closed.

Genius.

I mentally struck myself. He can't even see me, how the hell is he supposed to know I'm here?

Just as I was about to say something, his eyes fluttered open narrowing them up at me.

Raising and releasing his eyebrows continuing to stare at me, I assumed he was waiting for me to say something but ... I don't know what happened. I just couldn't.

Realizing I wasn't going to speak, his teeth clicked and he rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath, sealing them once again.

"Weird ass people." He muttered.

"I got something for you." I said quietly, finally finding the courage to speak.

Catching his attention once more, he stared at me as if waiting for me to speak again. Taking the hint to proceed, I removed the box from behind my back holding it out in front of me.

"I don't know if you celebrate Christmas or not but I got you this." I said outstretching my arms, offering the box out to him.

His eyes never leaving the box, leisurely rising from his position, he soon towered over me before fixing his eyes on mine. Glancing around at everyone who surrounded us and the students who had stopped their activities to stare, I could see that his once relaxed demeanor had altered into a now heavily tensed one.

"Look, if this some type of sick joke, or pity party whatever the fuck you wanna call it, you can move from around me. I ain't no fucking charity case." He spat turning to leave.

As he sped walked away, his toes slipped through one of the holes that resided at the top of his shoes, causing him to trip over his own feet.

The gym erupted in a roar of laughter from the students as they pointed and taunted him.

My face dropping, I immediately rushed to his side pushing past the students moving towards him with their smartphones to snap pictures.

"Can y'all be anymore fucking rude?! Instead of helping him, you're taking pictures to post, just to write some dumb ass caption in an attempt to be funny. You guys are pathetic and your mom should have swallowed you." I snarled, as I grabbed ahold of his hands attempting to help him up.