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<div align=center>Pop. William idly examined his nails for a moment, it should probably have been close to the end of whatever lesson Gabe was in, Bill hadn't been here long, but he'd leaned himself up against the wall, doing something or the other on his cell phone. He blew another large, pink bubble. Pop. The teen ran a hand through his hair and let out a soft, bored little sigh. This had become a routine for William, at least when he didn't have classes. He'd wait for Gabriel until he came out of class, though what they did after that depended on what the time was. He thought this lesson was English? He didn't know, he got the feeling that he might have been right. He slipped his cell phone back into his pocket, and yawned softly, forming another, smaller bubble with the gum in his mouth. Pop.

William started when the bell went, and felt his heart skip a beat as he jumped. He was a timid boy, and the sudden ringing of the bell never failed to make him jump. Bill looked good today, to say the least. His sleeves reached his elbow, though the rest of his arms were covered with the bandages that still covered those steadily healing burns. They were blue ones today. Bill hoped he'd be able to take them off for good, soon. His pants were tight and his hair was mussed, giving him an attractive, disheveled sort of look that made him nice to look at. His gaze flickered up as a stream of students left the room he'd been waiting outside, that tall, scary blonde boy that never smiled among them. He was Gabe's friend, Bill knew, but the rich boy terrified him beyond all belief. His gentle gaze met a dark eyed one, he blew another bubble. Pop.</div>

<div align=center>William hadn't had a clue about whatever Gabe's plans had been, and frankly he would rather have just gone back to Gabe's room to take a nap. Everything had been fixed since that one incident a few weeks ago. William didn't really have any kind of desire to meet any of Gabe's friends, it wasn't that he didn't like them, he just would have much rather have had the boy to himself. The boy got jealous quickly, it was an irritating trait but he couldn't really help it. Gabriel was his and he just saw everyone else as competition, and treated them the same way. Saying that, Bill wasn't completely likely to actually talk to anyone other than Gabe. He struggled enough to talk to his own friends, let alone anyone else's. Besides, Gabe's friends weren't really the kind of people William wanted to be around, he'd been given the idea that they were all more or less his polar opposite. The boy went to return the kiss, but paused, frowning and pushing himself off the wall as a girl approached.

Who the hell is that? Bill wouldn't have called her tidy. In fact, she more or less looked like she'd just been dragged backwards through a bush. He shrunk away when she went to shake his hand, and shook his head lightly. No thank you. She'd addressed Gabe, so did he know her? Were they friends? This didn't seem like someone who Gabe would be friends with. He cleared his throat awkwardly, shrugged, and made to leave. Awkward. Maybe Gabriel hadn't intended on him being here, that's what he figured, and decided it'd probably be better if he left. "See you, I guess." He shrugged, blowing another small, pink bubble. He had other friends, right? Like Claire. He liked her best. And Ania who was always so nice to him. </div>

<div align=center>William more or less completely ignored Gabe, all of a sudden he wanted to hit him so hard it gave him headaches for a week. He didn't like it when he did things like this, if he wanted to meet a friend why hadn't he just said? William supposed he seemed arrogant in the way he was behaving right now, but he didn't really care. It wasn't that William was being shy, as he knew that Gabe suspected, it was sheer irritation that was forcing him to leave. "Why?" He paused, scowling at the older boy, "why do you need me to be here?" William's mood swings had gotten worse and worse lately, though he wouldn't call this a mood swing, it was more like a bad mood for a good reason.

"Oh yeah," he answered sarcastically, flicking his hair back behind his shoulder and suddenly becoming slightly reminiscent of a bitchy teenage girl. He blew another bubble and lifted an eyebrow, "a good idea? Why?" He asked bluntly, his doe-eyed gaze flickering to stare directly at Max. Quite right about him? What does that mean? The boy bristled as she spoke, stop it. Stop it. Stop it. He didn't even know anything about her and there was already things about her he hated. "That's rude." He muttered, she was so strange. Why on earth would Gabriel make friends with her? She was carrying a quiver for crying out loud, what is this, Lord of The Rings? The sight of food made William queasy at this point, he blinked, and looked back at Gabe. "I'll see you later." He stated, in a tone that perhaps suggested that he most likely would not see him later. </div>

<div align=center>It was more likely food in general that he'd rather avoid at this point, he'd eaten one thing over the last two days, and that had been half a packet of cookies that he'd found lying in one of the cupboards in Gabe's room. He hadn't wanted to eat, so he saw no reason to. It was beginning to get a problem recently, but no matter how much Gabriel insisted he do something about it, William would reply with 'I'm not hungry.' "Don't ever call me babe again." He muttered, frowning at Gabe. He was beginning to feel queasy and his head was starting to hurt, Gabriel was being stupid and Bill wanted to kick him in the shins. "Don't mock me, either. It's not funny." There was no point him staying here, he'd only be ignored and disregarded by stupid Gabe and his stupid, weird friend.

William would have rather taken his chances with Hadrian right now. Maybe he wasn't so bad once you got to know him? At least Hadrian was clean. This girl didn't look clean at all, William didn't really want to go near her. She looks like she's got fleas or something. The boy shook his head, he didn't want to talk to her. Gabe's efforts to talk to him mentally were completely futile, since he donned the little silver hat, currently. Besides, Gabe talking to Micheal hadn't gone well at all, so why on earth would he use that as reference? William hated the winged boy.</div>