Currently it was your free period. They were probably your least favourite part of the day, seen as it was where you were left to mingle with your fellow students, none of which would come anywhere near you even if you paid them. Being an outcast helped in some areas seen as it meant you didn't have to talk to the idiots in your school, however it did mean when you didn't have classes it made you feel terribly lonely.

As you did every free period you went to find a slightly secluded area that you could sit in to contemplate life or whatever crossed your mind at that current moment.

Today's venue was a wall outside the school where you could perch yourself and hold your head in your hands until the next class rolled around. These were the moments that it become apparent that you did want some form of acceptance but getting into the in crowd no matter how hard you had tried was impossible.

You were completely lost in your thoughts, meaning that you didn't notice someone sit next to you on the small wall. You didn't notice them at all, not until they spoke to you.

"What's got you down?" An Australian accent asked.

Instantly your head snapped up wanting to see what was going on, but in the quick movement, you ended up falling backwards off of the wall and into the bushes that lined the other side of them. As you looked up at the clouded sky a cocked eyebrow on a frizzy hair framed face looked down at you breathing out a puff of smoke from the cigarette he had just removed from his mouth.

"Well I guess me making you jump," he smirked. "Want a hand?"

He held out his hand to you, which you took letting him help pull you back onto the wall glad that you weren't hurt, just slightly sore from where the bush had broken your fall. You knew the guy whom had helped you once you were actually able to look at him the right way up. He was Patrick Verona one of the students in your year whom happened the have a shroud of mystery surrounding him.

"Thanks," you said softly, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to remove the loose twigs from your locks.

"So, you never did answer my question," he smiled putting his cigarette in his mouth again. "Why do you seem so sad?"

"I'm not sad," you lied.

"And I'm not Australian," he stated rolling his eyes.

"Many people here suggest that."

The whole school knew who he was, but no one really knew what was true and what was fake about the man. Rumours were constantly spread and you assumed some must lay with a basis in fact, but many must be complete nonsense.

"That is very true. But I am matter in fact Australian, so do you want to tell me what is making you seem down? It's not often to see a girl sat out here looking sad," he said softly.

"Nowhere else to really go though. No one really likes me. It doesn't make me sad but it's not great to think about it," you shrugged.

"I'm sure someone here likes you. Everyone kind of has friends."

"Nope. Not me. Everyone thinks I'm weird and I don't really fit in here," you sighed.

He furrowed his eyebrows, putting out his cigarette on the wall next to him.

"Why would you want to be considered normal? I doubt that you are actually weird anyway seen as normal isn't a real thing, is it? You can only dictate whether you are normal," he stated with a soft smile. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself everyone here are complete pricks, you seem like one of the only decent ones."

You couldn't help but smile at him. Although you knew of him, this was the first interaction you actually had with each other.

"But you don't even know me," you whispered.

"I know, but I don't need to know you, to know that you deserve better than them."

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Written by Charlotte.