[b][color=00aeef]Beryl[/color][/b]
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Genevieve pulled Beryl to his feet from his seat, the white-haired boy still looking at her in shock. His mind started running a thousand miles per second, wondering what in the world was the social butterfly trying to do, as well as trying to recover from the fact that she just asked him about Homecoming, which people usually went to with a date. Then she revealed that she just wanted to go to the bathroom, and Beryl nearly sighed in relief. So, she just wanted a companion to accompany her to the bathroom. That's okay. Nothing crazy or dangerous about that. Not even waiting for his response, the brunette took hold of his sleeve cuff and led him out of the room, unknowingly leaving behind the beginnings of a dramatic situation. At some point as they headed for the bathrooms, Genevieve let go of his cuff as they walked, and the hallway became quiet. Thank goodness, something familiar. He was very well versed with silence, along with it's partner, peace. He always searched for it within the school, keeping interactions to a minimum and conflicts to a near absence.

As they walked through the hallway, his brunette companion interacted with their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Castro, and that's when he understood that they weren't actually going to the bathroom. He listened to her lie with a straight face to the teacher, claiming a feeling of faintness and wishing to go to the water fountain. That wasn't what she told him at all! A sinking feeling settled in his gut as Genevieve gave a goodbye nod to their teacher, but it alleviated as they reached the water fountains... right next to the bathrooms. Silly Beryl, you thought this was all for a ulterior motive. Then she started to speak. At first, he felt a little embarrassed about his early suspicions, feeling quite silly when all the girl wanted to do was help him feel less awkward. He was sort of happy that the homecoming thing was a lie, but wondered why she would say such a powerful gossip topic instead of telling him the truth. Then she kept talking, and he didn't feel so silly anymore.

[color=Mediumseagreen]"I-I was... wondering... um..."[/color],  she started, trailing off and fidgeting slightly as she tried to explain her point. Oh no. He's seen this before. Maybe not aimed at him, but certainly aimed at his more masculine classmates.

[color=Mediumseagreen]"C-can you... and me.."[/color] Oh no no no no no! This wasn't happening! How many times was this girl going to give him cardiac arrest? It was only the first day of school, for goodness' sake! She was even crying, this was really bad! Then she pulled out a binder, and his heart literally stopped for a single beat. Sure, it wasn't a piece of paper like it usually was, but still scary as hell none the less. He was going to get murdered by the other classmates. Him, some random albino who isn't particularly liked by anyone, is going to- 

The binder opened, showing off a large red "F" on what appeared to be a math test. [color=Mediumseagreen]"I really, really, REALLY need help. I barely survived last year! Mr. Snyder told me you were one of his star students."[/color] the brunette confessed to the boy, as he stood there with an astonished look on his face, the albino's heart being torn a hundred ways by the entire thing. Genevieve took a low bow, letting off one last plea for help, and the boy just stood there in silence. Neither of them had any idea how long the other stood there in silence, one still in a low bow, the other just sorting through his battered emotions, staring at the brunette in front of him. This girl... is even more dangerous than he thought. Accepting her plea would probably lead to hundreds of misunderstandings, mess ups, and the most unavoidable conflicts he will ever have to experience in his life.

But... he couldn't say no. He just wasn't that kind of person. Being so selfish, so absorbed with one's self as to knowingly reject the cries of help from others just to help himself... it was impossible for him. Letting out a muffled sigh, the albino responds to the girl, his voice lowered in volume and tone as it usually was, but in the silence of the hall it sounded as loud as a normal voice. [color=00aeef]"O-okay. I'll help you."[/color] He pulls the girl upright, keeping his eyes steady to look her straight in her own orbs,  this moment being the first time he's forced himself to look someone straight in the eyes in years. At the same time, he meagerly tries to keep a confident posture and tone. His voice was sort of warped by his forcibly lowered pitch, but he didn't want slip up and use his normal voice like he did in the classroom [color=00aeef]"B-but, you have to do e-exactly as I say. A-alright?"[/color] finishing his little speech, he let go of the girl and starts fidgeting, himself. His eyes start their normal routine of darting around the area, making the form of the girl clearer to him. Yeah... he's never doing something like this ever again.