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Just to let you wonderful people know, I am going to be updated a group of imagines in little bursts. I have a lot on my plate and I can't exactly keep up with it. So ya. Be expecting little bursts from my account here and there.

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Pisces POV

"Ok class! Here are your permission slips. You are to turn them in as soon as next Thursday, along with the check for your trip. If not turned in at this time, then you will not be attending this trip. Not like that would be a problem for me."

My French class chuckled at the comment. Ms. Haven smiled at the teasing remark as she walked around to each of our desks, placing a slip of paper onto the surface.

I scanned over the paper with excited eyes. A trip to Paris. With my friends. A literal dream come true.

When I first arrived at this school, I was the weird one, with the magenta hair and the bright blue eyes. The Girl With The Sketch Book. But, in my French class, we were all one. We bonded so well together, so quickly, it surprised me. They complimented me on my hair, my eyes, and were interested in my drawings.

"Are you excited?" A voice said in my ear. I jumped at the sudden interaction, but laughed when I noticed who it was.

Virgo. My best friend for four years. He has been with me through thick and thin. I smile at the memories, the sad ones are bitter-sweet, and I chuckle quietly at the late night Skype calls.

One night, he was talking on the screen that lit up my face in the dark bed room. We talked ever so quietly, so that my mom wouldn't hear me from across the hall.

For some reason, in every single frame, he looked perfect. His dirty blonde hair was swept to the side, and his brown eyes were gleaming into the phone. He was posing like a model, and he never even realized it.

Left and right, he would smile, look to the left, or put his arm over his face, and he would still look like he was in a photo shoot. So, I decided to take screenshots.

And now, 20 photos of him had ended up on my phone, and when everybody else teased me for having 20 pictures of him on my phone, he just laughed. He didn't judge me for who I was or what I did, I could always count on him.

"I really am!" I exclaimed, pushing the thought away from my mid with a slight blush.

He smiled at me. That smile always made me fall head over heels. But while I was smiling and laughing, my heart was beating. I had fallen so hard for this man over my high school career, and never even got a chance to tell him.

Shaking my head to clear out the irrational thoughts in my head, I heard the ding of the school bell as my French class was dismissed. I gathered my backpack and sketchbook, and quickly walked towards the hall to my next class. Virgo didn't have my next period with me , which was disappointing, but I would see him at lunch soon.

My magenta locks swayed as I felt my legs take me into the door of my math lecture. Eyes started at me from all directions of the room, while mine were cast down; I couldn't bear the sight of everyone judging me. My joyous mood was brought down as the words loser and weirdo circulated into my ears, but I held my head up high.

They are just jealous, I thought, they think your a good kind of different. They want to be like you, so they put you down.

This chant repeated in my head thousands of times as class went on. Mr. Flicker was able to keep the rude names at bay and the laughter to a minimum, but when I was released into the hallways, there were no barriers.

Shoulder sore from being knocked into lockers, ribs crunched from the hard time of the floor, I cautiously made my way to lunch. I looked around for a blonde boy, when my blue eyes landed on the mop of hair in my best friends head.

I breathed deep. Virgo didn't know. Virgo never knew how people treated me, because if he did, he would rampage through the school and choke the kids whose mouth can't stop rambling about how terrible of a drawer I am.

My lips strains for a little bit as a fake smile slams my face into place. But then it relaxes into a real smile, as I quickly switch my unpredictable emotions to a happy one. 1 more year. That's all I have left. Thats a good thought.

I quickly walked up on him and sat down. He turned to me with surprise. I had never sat with him before.

"Pisces! Hey! What are you doing here?" He exclaimed.

"Hey! Uh, I dunno really, I just kind of..felt like it?" It came out as a question. Not as confident as I would have liked.

"Well then, don't let me stop you." He then turned to people at his table, "Guys, this is Pisces. Pisces, these are the guys."

As I looked around the table, I realized how big of a mistake I had made. Around me sat people who whispered when I walked pass them in the hall, snickered as I snapped out of my day dreams in class, and hooted at me as I drove home. I was surrounded by my school executioners.

My face strained into a fake smile as I cautiously waved to everybody. They just stared me down until I felt helpless and defenseless. I would've run away if it wasn't for Virgo being there.

"Uh, alrighty. Awkward silence averted.." Virgo chuckles nervously, "Ok, so, Pisces. You are going on the Paris trip aren't you?"

"Oh, definitely. Just Paris? With my friends? Literal dream come true." I smiled.

Virgo smiled his best smile, and I nearly melted, "I completely agree."

We both just sat there, staring into each other's eyes without knowing it. His were a deep brown, with hints of red and gold. I wondered what he was thinking of? His eyes shown with happiness, with a little touch of shyness. They shifted from my left to my right eye, trying to focus on one of my bright blue orbs.

Then a cough, just a single sound, snapped us out of our trance. We both jumped and shook our heads, laughing nervously at the awkward moment. I blushed heavily, but I prayed that no one noticed. As I was praying, the bell rang.

I threw my lunch, barely touched, away in the trash, and picked up my bag from the floor. It dropped from the bottom as a milky brown substance made it was out of the netting of my backpack.

"Oh no, oh no no no, this can't happen." I nearly ripped my bag open, and saw that it was flooded with chocolate milk. Tears welled in my eyes as I reached in to find my sketch book soaking wet, ink smeared from one page to another, and paper torn.

I heard laughing from the crowd that had gathered around me. My stomach felt sick, and my legs carried me out of the cafeteria, into the bathroom, where the tears came rushing.

I felt alone, lost. My sketch book was my only support. My only outlet to where I felt free and important. And now it was gone. They took away one of the most important things in my life, and it felt my heart had broken in two.

"Pisces? Pisces!" Virgo's knock was on the door, but I didn't bother to answer as my sobs could be well heard.

"Pisces, come on, let me in. I'm sorry that happened. I'm sure it was an accident! We'll get you a new one, an even better one, with a lot more pages and new pens! Come on, I want to help."

I slowly got up. His words were no comfort, but only made me angrier. Because he was so oblivious to the way people treated me. If he could pay a little more attention, he would realize that this was no accident. I opened the door and stared him down, my cheeks wet with tears and my blue eyes filled with frustration.

"I don't want your help." I spoke through my teeth. "I don't want anyone's help. I just want respect, and kindness. Is that too much to ask?" My voice began to crack and my mask of anger began to break down. "I am sick of the way people treat me and I am sick of how you don't even care. How you don't even notice! You are my best friend, my entire world, my heart, and you don't see the bruises, you don't hear the insults. You can't even see how much I'm in love with you! You've been doing such a great job of letting people hurt me, so why don't you just run to your friends that you actually care about, and leave me the hell alone!"

I pushed passed him and began to walk away, leaving everything I said to amaze him, anger him, whatever he was feeling. I just wanted to go home.

"Pisces." It was quiet, but I heard it.

"Leave me alone."

"Pisces!" This time it was closer, as if he was following me.

"I said leave me alone!" I didn't bother to turn around.

"Pisces!" I felt his hand in my arm, that forced me to turn around.

"What do you wa-"

He grabbed my neck and waist and pulled me towards him. He kissed me with such passion, I was startled. But I gave in. I closed my eyes and threw my arms around his neck as his grip tightened around my waist. When we both needed air, we pulled apart, and our foreheads rested against each other.

"I love you too." He said finally.

He leaned down, kissed my neck, and hugged me tight, "And I'm so sorry," he whispered, "You're right. I will never ever let anyone hurt you again."

But at that point I didn't care about the bullies, or the chocolate milk, or that I was late for 6th period. I had him. My protector. My heart. My entire world.