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His stomach growls rather noisily whenever he's hungry, so Kris takes the time to say "ah fuck this, it's not like I care about school", and goes into a nearby sweets cafe, internally grimacing at all the overly cute decorations on pastries and curling his nose in disgust at the sweet smells lofting around the area. He's never really had an affinity for sweets, but he supposes he can't be picky when the next nearest food store is two miles away, but he doesn't want to give off the impression that he's particularly happy about this turn of events, so he stands awkwardly near the door and doesn't go any closer, reading the menu with squinted eyes for anything he might be able to force down his throat.
However, it just so happens that students from his school often drop by this store to celebrate or to hang out, and Kris flinches when he hears the high pitched gabbling of frilly high school girls and the deep, nasally thunderings of school jocks. Kris knows he's stereotyping them, but honestly, he couldn't care less, especially when he's kind of always been an outcast. But it's not like he's affiliated with them in any way. Maybe the chocolate muffins won't be too sweet, he thinks, as he goes back to wondering what he should get.
Interrupting his thoughts, however, is a warm greeting that suddenly makes him jolt in its unexpectedness.
"Hello!"
A girl from his school- he isn't exactly sure what her name is- is smiling and waving, and he isn't sure whether or not it's to him or not. He's waved back at complete strangers before, to his mortification, and he frankly is pretty sure that this girl whose name he doesn't know isn't waving to him. He doesn't even bother to notice people, let alone try talking to them, so she probably doesn't know him. He manages an awkward grimace at the girl with her long and wavy black hair, hoping to god that that constitutes as a greeting back, for the off chance that it was directed towards him. He tries to distract himself by looking at the menu again, but inside, he's screaming in the inside at himself, almost crying because he's such a stupid kid who can't even greet someone properly. Hell, he's sure he has permanent pissed-face, and god, he's horribly unsocial.
However, a cold yet clearly pissed-off voice interrupts his self-loathsome musing.
"You blue-haired fucking asshole, Gold was being nice; why the fuck would you be so rude and glare at her!?"
He jumps when the voice intrudes, because holy fuck the girl was saying hi to him- what the hell- and now Kris has officially pissed off that group of students she was with and oh god that girl with the low voice is really chilling.
It scares him so much into reacting that he has to jump back and swivel his feet to face the group of people he's offended.
He looks frantically towards the voice, where this one red-haired girl's eyes were wide with fury, and the girl called Gold is glaring at him as if she was personally affronted, which she was, now that he's thinking about it, and oh god why the hell did it end up like this? He just wanted a stupid non-sweet treat on a day where he wouldn't care about school; he didn't want to cause anyone to actively hate him, and oh god, they might try to harm him or something!
So now he's just kind of frozen in place while the two girls are glaring at him, the people around them (three of them are relatively famous in the school? One's the headmaster's grandson, the two others are the mute geniuses in the school, he thinks?) are looking at him strangely, and oh god, he can't think like this, so instead he tries to turn around and run away.
He hastily throws out a "I'm so sorry" while ignoring the furious protests of Gold's friend, and tries to leave the store by pushing the door open, only to find to his embarrassment and horror that it's a pull door, and he almost trips over his own shoelaces, stumbling while crashing into the door like the clumsy bastard he is. But he doesn't stop just there, and oh god, everything's so hurried, so he just runs out like a frightened antelope galloping and all that shit into the streets away from the shops.
Yes, he's mortified.
No, he won't change, because he's too lazy to and blaming himself is an outlet for all of his frustrations.
But yes, he's fucking scared for the next day, because holy hell that's an intimidating bunch and Kris has a feeling that he's known for his eccentricities already around the school.
The next day, no one spares him a glance, which causes him to be both relieved yet even more paranoid, which makes him feel bad, which in turn feeds his own self-loathing for feeling that his actions would actually affect someone else and for feeling that he's important. He hates waking up in the morning, because it's then he realizes how terrible of a person he is.
Yes, he is a bit melodramatic at times. He understands that. He'd probably prefer his life to be a tragedy than a comedy or romance, because he doesn't have the heart for anything but the former. He's too lazy, and he's honestly just not cut out for society. His grades are average, he has no friends, and he prefers daydreaming by himself more than anything else in the world. He's an outcast in every way. And boring.
He realizes, though, by his fifth class that Gold does know him, and with good reason. And as he's squirming in his seat, trying to avoid her gaze, he berates himself for not noticing earlier.
Gold sits in the next row to the right of him.
And the redhead- Silver, was that her name- sits right in front of her.
Gold is still apprehensive about meeting Kris's gaze, and personally, Kris would be fine enough with just awkwardly avoiding people for the rest of his life, but Silver is glaring at him like she could strangle him in his sleep, and Kris values his life. Just a little bit. And those demon eyes visually strangling him are probably ordering him to apologize, so he sucks in a scared little breath before looking over at Gold, who is concentrated on a worksheet.
Well, he's a socially awkward person, so he tries to think up of an apology in his mind, evaluating the different scenarios and testing them out in his mind to see whether or not the outcome would be favorable, but Silver's glare is as effective a method in coercing him as shoving all of his past failures in his face, and it makes him so anxious he ends up calling Gold's name far earlier than he would have preferred. He's not sure what the say to Gold, but she's looking at him with imploring eyes, and he can't say anything but stammer a few broken syllables.
"I-I'm s-sorry." It's enough, based on the look on Gold's face; which is fine by him, because now he can get over his regret and move on with his day; however, Silver appears to have different thoughts, and never stops glaring at Kris for the rest of the day. Kris looks up to glance at her often during the day, and Silver's always looking at him with a scowl on her face, her too sharp teeth gritting and gnashing together like she's about to rip his throat off.
She continues her actions for the day, and he finds out that they ride the same train back home, which makes Kris's heart beat furiously in fear all the way to his house, where he quickly flings himself under the bed covers and not even singing a song or video games sound appealing. He's pissed off a demon, he's sure, and there's no way he'll ever be forgiven for something like this, because only a vapid bastard like him could manage to mess up a greeting. He deserves it, like he's been told countless times, and he'll never be forgiven for even the simplest of mistakes.
The next day, Gold gets on and greets him early, and Kris timidly greets her back; she ends up sitting next to him, and she's actually quite polite, he notes. It's actually decent talking to her, although there are a couple of awkward silences on his part, and he actually starts thinking that maybe it is good to be social once in a while. However, Silver quickly gets on two stops after, and Kris tenses up once again, because Silver pulls him up from his seat, grabbing him by his unruly uniform collar, and flings him aside all while glaring at him; she steals his seat, but not before scoffing at him and questioning Gold as to why she sat in the seat next to him, and he sheepishly smiles towards onlookers who look confusedly in their direction. Kris ducks his head away from any person who might look in his direction, while making sure to avoid Silver, who continues to stare at him with a weird look in her eye.
"Ah, Silver! You shouldn't be so mean, you know how Kris is! Even if you may not have gotten...the best impression of him a couple of days ago, you shouldn't treat him like that! You know that if it weren't for the fact that you had to stay over at Leaf's house today, you'd have actually got on the train before me, and just after Kris's stop too! It's no use antagonizing him like that when you have to spend more time on the train with him! Besides, it'd do you good to talk with him some more! Try to talk to him every single morning from now!"
Gold's voice- which has purposely turned loud and obnoxious for some reason- rang loudly in his mind.
He ends up staring blankly at the two, wondering how two complete opposites would have become friends.
But then Gold's words process in his mind, and all of a sudden, his world turns to complete shit.
Every single morning, coming into contact with Silver.
If only he had actually liked sweets.
The very first day, Silver's sentence of the day, when she came on the train, was:
"Move, bastard."
Kris was unkindly shoved to the window side of the two seater, and he felt like slamming his head against the gum covered railings. Silver sits too rigidly, which at least confirms Kris's sentiments; she hated him as much as he was afraid of her. Whenever the subway jolts a bit, however, Kris finds himself suddenly coming in contact with Silver, which causes the girl to glare at him even more; so he develops the habit of letting Gold sit in his spot whenever she comes on, to avoid Silver's horrifying glare.
Silver forces him to carry her bag, saying offhandedly that it's the behavior of a gentleman, and Kris feels like collapsing.