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Luke has been homeschooled most of his life, but when he turned 14, his mom decided to put him in public school. Ever since then he has been bullied. He was the weird silent kid. He was rich, but in his case, it wasn't a cool thing, it was a reason why everyone stayed away from him. They thought he had a mindset of "I am too perfect to talk to people like you" kind of kid, but that really wasn't his case.
At first, he didn't talk to them because he was simply too shy to do so. He was separated from kids most of his life, so it wasn't easy to make friends for him.
But then he simply didn't talk to them because they scared him. At first, they only laughed at him, called him names and teased him. But then it got worse. The stronger ones started messing with him, locking him in places, and then even beating him up.
One day it went too far...
Luke was a weak kid. Small, skinny and too naive to understand that they will really never stop with the teasing. That's why he didn't seek help.
They took a huge advantage of that.
The kids messing with him were mainly the older ones. Yet still they weren't 21 years old yet, they couldn't buy alcohol nor drive cars.
But they wanted to.
And since Luke was such an innocent soul, they took advantage of that.
Everyone in the town (which was a small town) knew Luke, he was just the angel, the perfect kid that never disobeyed the system.
So when the boys made him go to the store and buy alcohol, he did. He told the cashier it was for his parents and the cashier trusted him. Luke, that angel, would never lie. Right?
He brought the alcohol to the boys, happy that it was over. He was ready to go home and just enjoy his privacy, but the guys had other plans. They needed a car.
But they didn't have one.
So why wouldn't they make Luke steal the car with opened doors nearby? He bought alcohol already, which was illegal since he wasn't adult yet. So there was really nothing to mess up anymore.
They made him get into the car, then they quickly got in themselves.
Luke has never driven a car before. He was scared, but the fear of the boys hurting him was bigger.
So after a moment, he managed to start a car and somehow he started driving. But hey, it was hard. It should have been obvious that it wouldn't end up well. And it didn't.
When the car crashed into the tree, Luke was the only one who died. He was small and skinny, while the other boys were way stronger than him and well built. They got out alive, with only some injuries. But he didn't.
And since then, he had been sitting on the bench right in front of the school he used to go to. Sometimes he just wandered through the school, or he attended some classes just so he wasn't that bored. But he has never been this lonely.
He couldn't touch anybody. He couldn't move things, he couldn't eat, he couldn't drink, he couldn't do anything. And it hurt a lot. He used to cry a lot because he was just too lonely, but now he had gotten used to it.
Nobody could see him anyway.
Well...
Almost nobody.
Ashton was new in the town. He started going to his new school just a week ago, but he already noticed the sad lonely boy. He was always sitting alone and Ashton hasn't seen him talk to anyone yet. It was worrying him, yet he knew he couldn't really make others talk to him. And he needed to keep his bad boy attitude, he couldn't just come over to him and act all friendly all of sudden.