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"What the fuckkkkkkkkk-"
Yeah that's the point of life Robin Arellano is at.
It started as so:
Robin would say he was doing well with his day. He was yet to punch someone and it was just after 4th period, so all he had to do was survive lunch and a couple more lessons. The school councillor would definitely be proud of him for not being in a fight, even if he had thrown that 'helping with anger issues' sheet straight into the bin the second he'd left her office after his last fight (which was to say, yesterday).
He'd survived English, he just had to survive a bit longer, and Spanish and Music were far better than his last lesson.
The corridors were bustling, people walking around, not caring if they got in your way and then glaring at you like you're the reason they bumped into you. Luckily his reputation gave him a little more space than most, allowing him to make a, some what, easy trip towards his locker.
A body bumped into him- the fuck? He thought, arm reaching out to grab them on instinct. The kid was smaller than him but on a war path and Robin found himself stumbling after them, hand still clasped around their arm as he tried to get his feet under him. Faces turned to their weird kidnapping (?) but let it happen as Robin stumbled after the person.
He managed to get his feet under him, taking in the person in front. At some point Robin's hand had slipped into the others, the warm palm tight on his hand as he was dragged along. HIs kidnapper was a boy with dirty blonde hair, his hair brushing across the bottom of his ears as he ran. His other hand was clasped firmly around the strap of a blue satchel bag that was flying after him, annoyingly close to hitting Robin in the face, similarly to how his jacket too flew out behind him.
Robin was broken out his thoughts by a quick tug to the side as the boy in front pulled them down a corridor to the right, running quicker in the less populated corridors. If Robin was honest with himself, he was awfully disoriented, maybe the door they just passed was his maths classroom- he really wasn't sure. But the boy seemed to know where he was going, moving like this was a frequented path.
Why the fuck were they running? Robin had half a mind to plant his heels and ask his kidnapper why they were running (Half his mind wondered why he hadn't already-) but that was quickly crushed by the noise behind them. "There he is!" Yeah- no. They didn't sound nice.
Robin felt himself be pulled around a corner and straight into a room, stumbling further into the darkness of the classroom(?) as their hands disconnected. The boy was pressed against the door, holding it bodily closed as he gently lifted one slat of the, thankfully, closed venetian blind and peeked out. Footsteps thundered past after a couple of seconds, the boy turning and sagging against the door in what Robin supposed was relief.
Then the boy jumped- "Shit sorry-" he yelped all of a sudden, eyes now locked on Robin's like he'd only just realised he'd dragged the Latino with him, pressing his back up against the door, just as alert as before. Robin now had a view of his face and features, all outlined in a golden glow from the corridor. Like an angel, the thought flickered across his mind and Robin couldn't help but agree. The boy was very pretty, golden brown eyes scanning Robin with a speed that made Robin feel like everything about him was being analysed. That was a comforting thought in a way. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pull you with me- again I'm really very sorry, I should probably go to get lunch and you probably should too- I mean shit I've disrupted your lunch and-"
Okay- so this guy had to stop panicking: "Dude, it's fine. More interesting than what I was planning on doing my lunch for sure."
"Oh."
The boy relaxed again, bag carefully falling from his shoulder to the floor.
"So!" Robin really couldn't with the silence the room had gathered, "Can I know the name of my kidnapper?"
The boy spluttered slightly, "I-I didn't kidnap you!"
Robin raised an eyebrow, in a way the other kind of had. The boy seemed to be thinking the same, "I'm Finney- Finney Blake? I'm in your Maths class?"
Oh- Whoops. How had Robin missed Finney in his class, the other was beautiful.
"Oh- um- thanks?"
Damn he'd probably said that out loud. "No problem darling." and he added a wink because why not.
The other went a pretty pink that shot a spire of delight up his spine and Robin couldn't stop himself from grinning.
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Later Robin would say that that day was the day they officially met, even if Finney always said it was the first maths lesson of that year.
It's near enough right?