The Perfect Fit [Open]

[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nate wasn't sure where this was all going. Was he going to get better this time? No one seemed to know how to help him. When he was at Hawthorne in his Sophomore year, things weren't much better than they were in the school back home. If anything, Hawthorne made things worse. He was bored back home, just drifting through life, his mind going a million miles a minute. He was intelligent, mroe than anyone knew. He learned things so quickly and he thought critically and logically. Reason and rationality were concepts he used on a daily basis but that school in a bad neighbourhood never helped much.

The teachers never knew what he was capable of. He was quiet, never spoke up in class and turned in papers and assignments that were near perfect or perfect if he actually felt like it. So of course they assumed he cheated some how or found the answers. It had always been that way. At least the teachers at Hawthorne seemed to accept it, though he was certain it was only because they had bigger problems to deal with, like making sure no one got killed when they were teaching their class.

It didn't matter though, he did his own study in his own time. He worked on his music, read up on everything from transmutation to astrophysics or classic literature. Whatever that might keep him busy because people weren't something he could spend his time on. It was difficult to be around them so he relied on the internet and on library books to keep him occupied.

Today he had a few books with him as he made his way to the sports field, only because he knew it would be quiet at three o'clock on a Friday afternoon. He moved up a couple of rows and sat down on the bleachers before pulling out one of his books and reading it.

[isabelle marie parker]

the fourteen year old brunette, was looking for just a little space from her roommates and the reality of this big school she had been really taken on. the girl had been through a lot this summer more than she really had in her whole life. it was overwhelming she kind of just did so much that she never wanted to do and for a fourteen year old girl shouldn't do. though sense school had started she was really trying to kind of stick to her innocence and her studies because well she wanted to do good in high school to do order to be a good role model and this passed summer she had been an absolute horrible person drinking two times having sex once. playing a game of truth or dare and getting fooled into some things..a sexually transmitted disease and breaking up with a boy. though she wasn't sure to begin with if they had been going out it kind of just played into the works. they never asked just both assumed. she still liked him though nico, was nice to her.

today though she needed to get away from the crying and from the girl swooning over her boyfriend, because one it was making her sad and sick. that sounded horrible, but it was just pure honesty if she was being real. somewhere people didn't expect to find izzy that was where she was headed and it just so happened it was the field. the girl took the tunnel in to the bleachers and kind of glanced around in her vision not to far away she saw nate. she had talked to him once when she was drunk apparently, but not just her talking to him. he probably had a really crappy impression of her but well maybe she could change that. she tucked some hair behind her ear and made her way over. she walked up a couple bleachers to be audible. she knew she was sitting the bleachers alone and even if it was a small feeble hello well that would scare the crap out of her.

when she got close to him her eyes glanced over the books and she kind of smiled. those subjects looked a bit hard to her, but she was younger than him and well she figured they would come in time. "hey nate" she said in a friendly tone clutching her diary/song book to her a bit nervously. she was kind of shy given the first time she met met someone. she came out to write some music but making a new friend might work just as well. well she hoped he could consider her a friend after her little episode.

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