Abel raised a brow and shook his head. "I don't really care what they think." He turned to his bag, fishing for his English/Literature binder and pulling it out. If he were honest he did care, but the guy's words kind of cut deep. He was an outcast? A loner? Was that self-imposed, or did others strictly avoid him? If so, that was awful. Abel had, for the past week, thought everyone here was welcoming and kind. Was it because he dressed so dark? Goth, obviously. Or something based on the style at the least. He shook his head, opening his binder to his current written speech. He had several, but that was because he couldn't decide on what to talk or write about. His interests in the world were vast and outside the world, even more vast. He'd written about a recently discovered earth-like planet and TrES-2b, a planet that absorbs almost a hundred percent of the light that hits it. Another paper talked about current social media's effects on ages thirteen to eighteen.

He was sometimes called an overachiever, but in reality he was just indecisive. He did many things and sometimes didn't even bother finishing some.