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[Daniel Greyson]

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onom, backdated to july 24th, before the thread with zayne.
this song has been stuck in my head all day. >.>;

What had he done? That was the only thing running through his mind along with thoughts and ideas to why he had made Blake say what he had. It hurt. He finally had a friend here, yet he just ended up smacking him in the face instead. Sneering, he tried to keep his cool. His mind was overwhelmed with what all just happened. How many minutes passed? What was Blake’s reaction? What the hell is going on?

Twitching, he found himself pacing towards the door to the outside world. It was sunny, despite Daniel’s roaring emotions that only seemed too easy to see. His shoulders were tensed, his fists clenched with a sour look on his face. Not really a pretty sight… and something people usually didn’t see of the Welsh boy. It was hard to piss him off in a sense, but once the few deeds were done, he’d stay frozen in the state for awhile.

He opened the door, glancing over towards a teacher who was about to get up before they sank back down. Maybe it was a mutual understanding that he really wasn’t in the mood to go straight to class after the event that happened. He wondered if his ‘former’ roommate had danced over towards the office to kick him out of the room to which they ‘had’ shared already. It was kind of a sick thought to him.

Some part of him kept saying that there had to be a reason behind it, that his so called friend obviously wasn’t telling him. Yet, another part told him it was all just one big game for Blake.

He didn’t know which to believe.

Taking in a breath as he took a few steps away from the door, he only paused for a mere second before taking off again towards the courtyard. It wasn’t at all far. He didn’t even glance at any of the trees he passed. The fear of trees didn’t occupy his mind at the moment. He only wanted answers… answers he knew he wouldn’t get now that he upped and left like that.

Slowing, he eyed a spot and plopped down in the shade of one of the dreaded trees he feared so much. His arms moved over his eyes, resting against his nose. He exhaled, shifted and glanced upwards. A frown was pulled on his lips with an eyebrow raised. Maybe the tree understood he wasn’t in a good mood either because it didn’t look as scary as it usually did.

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[Daniel Greyson]

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