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Alex Croft was going to be graduating high school in a few days and he was literally counting down to the big moment.High school had never been one of his favorite places to be and it still took him by surprise whenever he thought about how he managed to survive the 6 years of it. They were far from being six years of pleasure as he spent them alone. Literally, alone.He had always been by himself for as long as he could remember. The last time he could remember probably having someone he could call a friend was elementary school. Ever since his friend then moved and changed schools, he was left alone and simply had no interest in making new friends. He continued like that throughout elementary school and when he finally transferred to his new high school with hope of becoming a bit more friendly, his life took a drastic turn.Few days into his new school, his mum fell sick. He and his parents shared the basic relationship most families shared with each other so quite naturally, his

Alex sat on the floor in the living room, knees drawn close towards him, lost in thought.He had remained in that position ever since he dialed the number he found in his dad's most recent call log which had a colleague of his dad arrive in a few minutes alongside an emergency van and several other staffs of the hospital.He felt an unexplainable pain in his chest as he watched them wheel his dad's lifeless body away. Dr. Reeds, his dad's colleague and friend, walked up to him to console him and tell him not to worry too much as he already spoke to an older relative. Who the relative was or what they even spoke about, Alex had no idea but still couldn't bring himself to ask.The entrance to the door was still wide open and he could hear voices and sympathetic sounds coming from the neighbors who had just heard of the tragic incident, reminding him of how pathetic his life had become in only a few hours."Alex sweetheart!"Alex raised his head to see a woman dressed in dark jeans and a

Their trip to the U.S lasted roughly 8 hours.Alex had managed to pack all his things in just two boxes, surprising Aunt Carol. She commented on him not having a lot of stuffs but unknown to her, he had left dozens of stuffs back at home. Locked up in his room and the house with him having no plan to return to.He was going to be starting a new life and thus was trying to get rid of as much things as possible from his past.As they boarded the plane and sat in their designated seats, Aunt Carol looked at Alex and took his hands in hers. She squeezed them not looking away from him and managed a smile.“Are you okay?”“Yes,” Alex wasn’t sure of what exactly she meant but knowing his answer was going to be the same regardless, he replied. “I’m okay.”“Are you sure you packed all your things? You sure you didn’t leave anything behind? You know you would be away for a very long time.”He nodded in response. “Yes, I packed everything necessary.”“Alright then,” she said then adjusted her si

"Are you cold?" Alex knew exactly what his aunt meant. It was his first day at school and he was dressed in dark jeans and a dark colored oversized hoodie that literally covered half of his face. As if the hoodie hadn't done enough covering, he had a face cap on, totally covering his face. If one didn’t know better, they’d suggest he was out on a mission to assasin a member of the high class society. "No," he nervously replied then took off the face cap to drop it in his backpack while making a mental note to return it to his head the minute his aunt dropped him off. "Just a little." "Alright," his aunt didn't stall on the topic. "I like your outfit though. It's cool and casual. I was afraid you'd put on a shirt and trousers and look all formal." He could have if he was just going to a normal college to be a normal person but that wasn't the case. He was going to the same college as Sebastian and was going to be trying his best to stay as invisible as possible. It might be hard

Alex’s day was going fine. So fine it was beginning to feel strange. It had to be his most peaceful day since he had resumed. He woke up peacefully and had a normal breakfast without spilling soup or sauce on his t-shirt. His classes went well- the professors knowing how to handle dozens of students well without making them feel sleepy. Tasha was also by his side all day and knew when to slip words to make him laugh occasionally. It was just going all too well. “And that’s a wrap,” Tasha let out a sound of relief as she shut her laptop few minutes after the professor left the class. “We are done for the day.” “I know right,” he grabbed his backpack and faced her. “So, what next?” “I should be asking you that,” she said with a mischievous look on her face. “You seem to be in a good mood today. At least you haven’t cursed today.” “I do not-” “Yeah yeah,” she interrupted him. “You do not curse every time, is it?" "I actually do not." "I know," she gave him a funny look. "I d