"I wonder what his problem is?"

"He keeps glaring at the board."

"... hasn't spoken a word ..."

William shifted in his seat and waited for the bell to ring. His laptop was filled with notes. Too many really. Usually he recorded everything, but his mind had been too full of words, and emotions. Usually he ignored the words people threw at him. It was easy. They slid off a hide of thick skin, a wall against the world. But not today. Not after he heard what Angel had said to him. Now words pummeled against his walls and nearly broke through.

He'd only told Angel the truth. Nothing but the truth, and he'd been yelled at for it. He was afraid to step into his own room. William sighed as he shoved the door open. Lunch already waited for him on his desk, but he didn't feel like eating. Instead he plopped onto his bed an hid under his blankets.