Dandelions are Beautiful, but They're Weeds too ya know

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I chose not to go home that night, I just went straight to first period after seeing the sun wake up. Yeah, no sleep for someone like me. I chose not to hurry, arriving to first period a couple minutes late. I didn't care if I was marked tardy, I was tired and sad.

"You look awful, I've got a soda if you need it." I took it thankfully, Bill was here at least. And he was Genuine, a wonderful friend.

"Thanks, didn't get much sleep." I whisper, leaning my head on the desk. Bill says nothing, grabbing my paper and writing down the notes he would have never done if it weren't for me falling asleep. He did them, I guess, while I was asleep. When I awoke, the bell had rung and Bill was there with me, gently shaking my arm.

"Come on Sleeping Beauty, you gotta get to your next class." He laughs, as I flip him off and gather my stuff.

"I want food. I'm skipping." I growl softly, spending as much time as possible leaving the class.

"Cool, I'll pay." I say nothing as he follows me to the cafeteria. I sit down, leaning back as Bill places another caffeine filled soda in front of me, and a bowl of soup. It didn't seem that bad anymore, it was full of noodles, cool.

"Hey... Is everything alright between you and Legoshi? I'm not trying to pry between your relationship status or whatever, but you two don't seem very well now..." He gets himself his own soda, taking a drink.

"It's my fault, I confused him and he just doesn't like me right now. He may come around, he may not. Still though, you triggered him. But it was my fault too because I brought you guys there just to spite you, and because I did want to see the market..." I whisper, taking a slurp at the soup. We had half an hour before we had to sit here for another half na hour. This was going to be hard, but perhaps easier now that I wasn't alone.

"Ah. I totally understand. I apologized last night, right? I'll do it again." And he does, making me snicker. I pulled a paper football from my uniform, and he grins. Just like yesterdays first period, we had a good time. We played until he finally lost, he was good. We spoke about the black market, and our views, and I realized that Bill really wasn't that bad. I almost flinched at the thought of wanting his face on the floor. I cringe, finishing the soup. I felt better, but I was still sad.

"Hey, go to club early, ok? I don't think you both need to be forced together here at lunch... Go on then, I'll see you in drama." He smiles, and I shake my head. I grab my bag, pulling it over my shoulders.

"Thanks Bill, thanks for not stalking me." I laugh, leaving the room. This means that I would be sitting out here for lunch, and then early for club. He was good now, we are fine now. I enter the building, letting my bag fall to the floor. I see Legoshi and- the female wolf on the floor. Juno, her name was. Juno, a fitting name for a beautiful girl. They don't know I'm here. I frown, and head up to my rehearsal platform. I lay on there, curling up into a ball and hugging myself. No one could see me, unless they climbed the ladder.

"Ah! Juno!" I ignore his voice, shaking a tad.

"Your here early, Legoshi." She exclaims. So was I, you don't even know who I am. Legoshi... You truly don't want me anymore? I rub the bite mark, tears threatening to spill again.

"I uh-yeah well... I was just uh...uhm... Yeah so are you having fun so far?" He begins a conversation, and I drone it out. I lay there, listening to my own heart beat. It speeds up when ever I think of him, and then it speeds up even faster when I think of him hating me, it slows down when I think of myself though. Wasn't it my fault? I was tempted to go down there and show her who's man he was, but is he truly my man still?

I hear a light being turned don, and I finally look. There they were, dancing so close that even I was jealous. I heave a sigh when Legoshi walks up behind her, hopping down from my platform. their eyes turn to me and I act as if they weren't even there.

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