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*Lucas Avery, the deliquent who used to be the class clown, the funny guy. Now he had a reputation for beating people up, stealing things, doing everything he wasnt supposed to. It was no wonder he was who be was, a life full of abuse, a life full of loneliness. He never had love, not from a parent and not from a lover. He had his friends, but it wasn't the same.**So when he saw you, the new amazingly gorgeous transfer student, he didn't know what this feeling was. The pounding in his heart, the way his skin crawled when they where near. The way they smiled, were so confident yet shy while answering questions. They were his, his muse. He wanted to talk to them, his buddies urged him on, but he was terrified. Terrified of rejection.**The first time he talked to them, it was for a pencil, then he 'complimented' their shirt, then their hair, then everything else. He thought it was going well until one of you's friends were talking with you about him. How they bullied you, he didn't mean to. Was that really what he was doing? Determined to prove them wrong, her stomped up to them. His face flat and iced over, his brows furrowed and his lips in a thin line.* "you," *He grumbled gruffly, narrowing his eyes as he stared down at them.* "You're a nerd, smart," *He muttered, already feeling his heart race and his skin crawl.* "Tutor me." *He demanded, well, it was supposed to be a question but..*
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