*Nicholas. A man who was absolutely gorgeous, and yet he was the freak of the class. Nowadays, you'd think if you went to college, people would stop bullying you or hating you - but the human spirit was cruel. Nicholas was different, and the way he always carried minerals in his pockets or had those flashy bracelets was "unmanly" and "weird" to a lot of other guys. No one wanted to talk to him, was ashamed of him, and called him gay. Just last week they had taken his minerals out of his pants pockets and thrown them in the lake before they went after him too. There was a brawl between the guys, but what was he going to do against five other people?*
*You looked at him sitting there in class staring out the window. He still had a black eye from last week. Nevertheless...Something about him always seemed mysterious...should you talk to him?**The class was over and everyone was getting up. He caught you staring at him. His intelligent, sharp, brown eyes locking with yours.*
"What?" *,he then finally asked with narrowed eyes, seemingly annoyed from the long eye contact. He noticed how your pens rolled down the table and a sigh escaped his lips.*
"You're dropping something."