Rose was confused when he grabbed her hand and then got even more confused when he dragged her around school. She knew that he got confused as well, probably lost, since he had to look at his schedule. She wanted to look at it but knew she shouldn't. She looked down and felt her quiet tears drip onto the ground. She tried pulling her clothes, at an attempt to hide her from anyone that looked at her. It failed and she moved closer to him once he stopped in front of a classroom and opened it. She instantly felt nervous and her shaking worsened. She saw him get yelled at from the teacher and walked over to him and sat next to him since he was still holding her hand. She was shaking and nervous and she knew she shouldn't be there but what was she supposed to do? She knew that if she left now she would get made fun of. She looked at Jackson and knew that he was probably angry at her for being useless, like always. She looked down at her hand that was free and tried to hold onto something with it to stop her shaking but she couldn't even lift up a pencil. She heard snickering from around her and knew that the ones that snickered saw her tears and she felt bad for bringing Jackson into her mess. She tried telling him that but her voice wouldn't come out so she had to mouth it. "I'm sorry." She mouthed. "I'm so sorry." She looked away from him and knew that it was her fault for if anyone made fun of him. She knew it would happened and she felt awful for it.

Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Stop apologizing," he said through gritted teeth and eyed at a few kids who were laughing. He was trying not to say anything about them since class was already almost over and it would suck to have to stay after class. Jackson just kept giving dirty looks at those who didn't take a hint to just leave them alone. He looked at all the numbers on the board and seemed confused. He had no idea what was going on and looked elsewhere. There were a few crappy motivational posters that made no sense to him. Why the hell do people even own those anyways? There's no point to them, other than the fact that they seem stupid. There was a window that was open, letting some breeze flow in the room, giving the plants near it some sun. Jack was still holding Rose's hand, and he eventually forgot about it. "You okay?" He finally asked, not really caring if he asked again or not.

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Rose didn't know what to say. She looked at the board and realized it was stuff she knew how to do. She looked at Jackson as he glared at others and squeezed his hand to get him to look at her. The squeeze wasn't that tight, just a little. "I-I can help you with this stuff if you don't know what you are doing." She was still shaking but not as much as she was before. She then heard what else he said and smiled a little. He did care about her. That's nice. She thought before her smile vanished. "I'm okay. I just want everyone to stop looking at us." She looked around the classroom and saw most of the students looking back at her and she shivered. She didn't like that at all. She looked back at Jackson and smiled again. She felt safe with him. He cared about her, to a certain extent, and that made her feel happy. She closed her eyes and reached up to the earbuds and took one out. She then turned down the music to be bearly hearable. She only really listened to what Jackson and the teacher had to say, everything else her ears tuned out. She still felt nervous and her stomach was in knots but she knew she could make it out of this situation eventually. She looked down at her stomach and knew that she wasn't going to eat today either. She looked back at Jackson and asked him politely to grab out his notebook so she could help him with this. She wasn't that smart but she knew some basics in school. Mostly math, though. Any other class she would have difficulties with and she didn't want him to think she was dumb like mostly everyone else did. She was better in gym than any other class.

Naomi slightly cursed under her breath when the loud and annoying lunch bell went off. She stared at the science teacher almost to say Sarcastically Thanks for the boring lesson about Whatever you were teaching us... She exited the classroom and went to her locker. She remembered she had no lunch but she put the earphones in just in case any clients wanted to shatter her so far peaceful lunch. She sharpened a knife, sheathed it and attached it to the inside of her loose jeans. She then looked around and put a pistol in her bra. She tried not to laugh but she had to let out a harsh snort. She loved the peacefulness and air of serenity Lunch had. It was the warmest part of the day and no one could destroy her thoughts except for clients and people who hate her. Whilst walking to the cafeteria she encountered many people who avoided her at more than arms length. They knew what she could do but she wasn't popular for it and she had no friends.
Naomi sat down on her own and watched people come and sit down, chat then leave and then the same again. Like a flow of a river.

Jackson's stomach had been growling the entire class period, and he was just glad it was finally time for lunch. He sighed in relief as he stood up and ran out the door, most likely pushing a few people out of the way. He didn't really care if he did though since he was more concerned about himself and getting some food. Jack wanted to start messing with people, but he really didn't have the energy too, and it was a shame at that. He found so many people along the way that he really wanted to mess with. As he walked happily down the hall, he looked around at the pretty large building, finding another rat. Seriously, this school needs to call an exterminator for those things or something. That was before he saw the rat eating a spider. Jackson hates spiders with a burning passion, and was glad he got to witness one being robbed of it's limbs and eaten. He couldn't help but give a somewhat sadistic smile at the sight. He hated rats, and has had his fair share of stolen food when he lived on the streets from them, but spiders were just so weird looking. He's not exactly scared of spiders, he just feels angry when he awesome, feeling the need to kill it. All this thinking about spiders gave him a chill up his spine, and he remembered that the rat was eating it. That reminded him of his hunger quickly. Jack ran off, catching one last glimpse of the rat before following the crowd of kids to the cafeteria. Whenever he got there, he looked for a place to sit. Most of the seats were full, and he didn't want to sit alone. That's when he remembered Rose. Jackson was sure she'd catch up to him eventually. Looking around, he saw someone sitting alone and sat down next to her. "Hey," he said cheerfully with a smile on his face.

Ace was glad it was lunch time. Not because he could finally eat, but so he could be away from everyone and have an excuse for doing so other than he was terrified of people. He closed his notebook and put it away in his backpack neatly and tucked his pen into his pocket when he stood up. He put his earbuds in so he didn't hear everyone talking, and people with common sense would leave him alone. Waiting for everyone to leave, he made sure he had all of his stuff and didn't drop anything before slowly walking towards the door to leave. Once out of the classroom, he did his absolute best to avoid all the kids who were fighting, running around and being overall crazy. He felt really overwhelmed with the amount of people that were in he same hallways as him. Ace sighed and kept his face down to the ground and tried not to panic. What he'd give to be out of this situation. Luckily for him though, the cafeteria wasn't too far away and he wasn't even hungry anyways. He didn't even go inside the cafeteria and just stepped outside to go over his notes, correcting any errors he made and adding side notes. It's not like Ace enjoyed doing this, but it was a quick way to pass time and he needed his phone for music

I.S.M/G.A.F | 16 | M | W&Ro/K&C | Mentions; Other Survivors(Dir/Ind.), Naomi(Ind.), Jackson(Ind.), Open

When the lunch bell had rung, the two waited for everyone else to file out before actually getting up and leaving themselves.

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Ichiyuu because his anxiety would not have him get into the sea of people and Gwyar because he was not risking the idea of someone trying to fight him because they somehow had heard of his records in the rings.

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So far, the pair had two classes together. First and the one before lunch. Which was definitely nice, Gwyar would admit.

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Walking down the hallway, they slipped past people relatively easily. Ichiyuu due mostly to the tricks he picked up as a rogue and Gwyar mostly due to the tricks he’d picked up long before Redcliff back in the rings.

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They weren’t too sure what table they were supposed to meet Trevor at, so once they were inside the cafeteria they just went to a corner table that had almost nobody there… There were maybe two people, but they were further down the line. So they doubted it would be a problem.

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After that, they simply waited for Trevor… The two were not known for their conversation abilities, after all.

Adbrei Akaiti Kennaway | 15 | M | N->C | Mentions; Open

When the bell rang for lunch, Adbrei’d waited in his seat at the back of the classroom. He hadn’t really brought a lunch and school lunches always sucked so… He wasn’t in any rush. Except for the fact that he hated the school in general.

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He paused as he stood from his seat to wonder if the school had a library he could hide in… He couldn’t remember the person telling him about one when they showed him around. Though he hadn’t exactly been listening that much anyways.

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And then he paused again to wonder how quickly news traveled here… It was a small town, how long would it take for everyone to know that he hadn’t been able to open his own locker? That he’d tripped over his own feet while walking to third period? That he was just about the worst being to ever exist?

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He didn’t know, he just hoped that it didn’t travel to everyone until tomorrow at least… He forced himself to leave the room, everyone else far gone by now.

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As soon as he’d stepped into the hallway, he was wishing he hadn’t. It was crowded and loud and there were so many people that could touch him and he wanted out.

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He backed up and right out of the way of someone that would’ve ran right into him. His breathing was picking up, though the person didn’t even give him a second glance. His back hit a wall and he flinched, for a second mistaking it for a person. It wasn’t, he looked around and tried to find a way through the sea without getting touched… There didn’t seem to be one, why wasn’t there one?

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He decided to try and move against the wall away from the cafeteria, maybe that would be a safer bet for him. Yeah, he could find a back door and go outside to make his way around to the front. Go to the cafeteria like that.

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As he was thinking, an elbow ran into his shoulder. He flinched and his breathing went up at least five notches. It’d been an accident, the person just trying to push through the sea to get to lunch at a run. Adbrei knew that, but it didn’t stop his anxiety from rising to the point where he had to stop where he was against the wall to try and calm himself down.

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By the time he was breathing relatively regularly again, the hallway was void of people. He looked around, trying to squint to remember which way he’d been going before. He decided to go the way he’d been facing, his skin prickling with how empty and quiet the hallway was now…

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Though the quiet didn’t last for too long, at some point he was able to hear a few voices talking to one another. He wasn’t sure what about, just that it made him freeze and want to turn around and go the other way…

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And so, that’s what he did. He turned and began walking the other way, hoping to get away from the voices talking before he found out what they were talking about. He didn’t know how far away they were, curse his sensitive hearing, but he didn’t want to risk them being close by.

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Now that he’d heard them though, it seemed like his mind was fine with making him think he still heard them as he walked away, further and further. He hated it, he hated all of it. His hands were in his pockets again, one hand tightly holding the pocket knife.

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He could see the doors to the cafeteria come into view, he sighed. He full on, sighed at the sight, at least he wouldn’t have to deal with his mind replaying the tone of the voices hemd heard earlier anymore, there’d be more people to cover it up… He felt his chest constrict at the thought regardless of his relief.

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And then he felt a hand on his shoulder… He froze; his skin prickling, breath speeding. He didn’t want to look, not when it wasn’t leaving. How hadn’t he heard them? How hadn’t he known they were coming? Were they the same people he’d overheard talking?

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His eyes closed, his breathing picking up more. Someone was saying something. Something about turning around and looking at them. It was one of the same voices from earlier. He couldn’t turn around, he was frozen and the hand was still on his shoulder.

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The hand pushed and then he was turning around, feet stumbling behind him. He tried to scramble an apology, his eyes wouldn’t make sense of what was happening. Whatever ended up leaving his mouth didn’t seem to satisfy them, and he only had a split second to put his hands up to block before a fist rammed forward.

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His back hit a wall, they were talking or maybe yelling but he couldn’t make out the words. He simply kept his arms up to block his head, his breathing too irregular for him to even think of getting out of the situation he was in.

Pax silently slid in the seat next to Trevor with his tray with little food on. He had a probably very processed sandwich wrapped in plastic film. Then he had a bottle of water but nothing else. His lesson had been hell. No one respected personal space and no one respected him it was all "Oh hi Pax" and when Pax's face lit up because someone said his name they just laughed and said sharply "Saw you in the news Pax really causing more trouble now" and other remarks. No one sat next to him gladly in any of the lessons following up to lunch. Now he at silently by Trevor staring at his plastic food.