A story about two equally disturbed souls that find refuge in each other. >>> I'm gonna fucking find who the hell is behind this," he shakes his head typing fiercely on my phone before handing it to me," send me the fucking photos." With that he walks away, not to the cafeteria, not to the hall, not to the fields but to the enterance. I'm just left there watching his angry self leave, not even the slightest worried that he might get in trouble for skipping class. If I was that bad ass I would probably be expelled, especially because I wouldn't have any parent or guardian to bring to school. Des simply doesn't care. I stare down at my phone Prince Charming +1 654 723 908 Even in his distress he still manages to be a jerk. And make me smile like a fucking idiot. I click onto the photos and foward them. Prince Charming 3photos, sent✓ Shoving my phone back to my pocket, I look at the cafeteria. I'm not hungry. How can I be with everything going on. I move to the opposite direction, going to my next class. Tristan better get to the bottom of this!