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The school day starts like any other: students, barely awake, stumbling to class, teachers, drinking coffee while checking their notes, and Till, crying in the abandoned art room. He often picks the lock open and uses this spot as a comfort place.
He hates that class, and he hates the looks he gets from everyone. All he did was draw someone he liked in a flowy dress, and now he's being labeled as a stalker and a pervert.
Till stayed under a canvas, crying until the third period. The third period was Till's favorite since all of his friends were there. Sua, Mizi... And I guess Ivan.
As soon as the bell rings, Till grabs all his stuff and runs to class. Another reason he liked the third period was that his teacher was Mr. Luka.
He goes by his first name and is usually chill with students as long as you don't get on his nerves. Till doesn't talk to him often, but he still enjoys Mr. Luka for being Mr. Luka.
As soon as Till gets into the class, his face slams against something. Till looks up only to see Ivan standing there with his stupid smile.
"Good afternoon, Till~" Ivan greets him in that same tone as always. Till rolls his eyes and pushes off of him.
"Leave me alone, Ivan." Till responds with hostility. Ivan just smiles and guides Till to a seat beside him.
Mizi waves at Till with a smile, "Hey, Till! What happened to your eyeliner?" Till looks away, ignoring her.
Mizi's smile slowly falls. "Well, I'm still here if you need me..." Till fakes a smile back her way and nods.
Sua runs into the room and quickly stands above Mizi. "Babe, did you forget that the coach told us to come to the gym this period? She's been waiting for you to start the new cheer routine..."
Mizi gasps as if she just remembered. She grabs her stuff and is about to say bye to the boys when Sua simply drags her out of the class.
Now it was just Ivan and Till. Ivan looks his way, red irises peering into Till. "So, Till, looks like-"
Till puts a finger over Ivan's mouth. "Shut up."
Soon, class starts, Mr. Luka enters the room, and silences the class. Ivan passes Till notes while Mr. Luka teaches his usual lesson.
"What's wrong with you today? Your eye shadow and eyeliner are messed up." Till sighs before writing his own note.
"I'm fine, I was just rubbing my eyes too much." Ivan looks at Till as if asking if he looked dumb. He sighs, not writing anything in response to his note.
The class period passes slowly with neither boy talking to the other.