After what seemed ages waiting in that corridor, Cole managed to convince himself that she wasnt there. Reluctantly, he shuffled out from that corridor, and back to his own, his whole body posture and confidence pretty much sliced in half with a metaphorical machete. From his room there were only two things he needed, his trainers, and his football. Picking the ball he stood what was seemingly sometime thinking. By the end of his thought process, he had left, and locked the room. He reassured his grip on the football, and turned, heading to the exit. Fragments of his thinking in his room kept niggling away at him. This school wasnt right for him, and he knew that the majority of people hated him. However, it wasnt like he could just 'leave' a school like this. He'd be mad.

He knew he had arrived when the familiar feel of the soft grass beneath his trainers was apparent. He took a breath of fresh air in, before bouncing the ball in front of him. This was what it was all about. Taking time to do the things you love. He kicked the ball in front of him and jogged over to where the majority of the people were. It was clear that nobody was going to talk to him. As a matter of fact, it sat in his mind that everyone was going out of their way to avoid him. Everyone who walked past him either completely blanked him, or looked in the other direction after making eye contact. He sighed, and flicked the ball up, doing a few keepy ups. After about 20, somebody else walked past him, once again going out of their way to avoid him. At that moment, every piece of bottled up anger he had accumulated over the past 3 years snapped. He flicked the ball up and booted it as hard as he could in a random direction before finding a nearby tree to sit under and listen to music and day dream. 

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The burning of rubber on the road screeched as the Lamborghini swung into the car park closest the picnic. "Crap, how am I this late?" Muttered Damien to himself. He pulled up and undid his seat belt as quickly as possible. Before straightened his shirt and trousers, before removing the key from the ignition. SMACK. A ball clattered to bonnet of his car and his heart was in his mouth. He forced the door open and ran around to the front, hands on head. There was no apparent damage and he breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes instantly squinted as he spun around searching for the culprit. The only person within range happened to Be Cole Grimoire. He marched over, ignoring anyone who greeted him, and bounced the ball in front of Cole, so it would land in his lap. "What do you think you're playing at Cole? for goodness sake come on, havent you got better things to be doing than destroying my baby?" He sighed and Cole shrugged. "Get up, and go socialize. I hear Acacia Hawthorne is teaching you to figure skate now eh? You'll have to tell me that story another day... GO." He gestured sarcastically to get up and go into the crowd. 

Once Cole had left Damien sighed again, before making his own way into the crowd. He still had Cole's ball. He place it on the ground and took a few paces back, lining up the shot. He dink the ball aiming for Cole's back. The ball flew through the air, and just as he thought he had got it just right, Brendan moved in the way. "Im fired... Im fired.... Im fired..." He clasped his hands over his face as he couldnt bare to watch his career go down the drain. Thankfully, the ball whizzed past Brendan's cheek. He breathed another sigh of relief, and raised his hand in the air with a cheeky grin. "Sorry!" Incidentally, the shot was perfect and clattered Cole in the back, sending him bundling to the ground. 

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Once Cole had dusted himself down, he looked around. There had to be someone he could talk to. Acacia. It would be easy. Just talk about skating. She likes skating. He liked skating. What could go wrong? Famous last words they were. He approached slowly from a distance before announce himself by butting into the current conversation between her and another girl. He grinned and held a hand up. He had done a lot of work over the summer in terms of body figure and strength in order to do the lifts Acacia had been teaching him. It had really paid of and it was noticeable. "Hi Acacia, How was your Summer?" He paused with a little silence. "You look great!" He slapped himself around the face in his own imagination. Stupid. How could he be so stupid. Moron. You just scared her away fool.