Ray looks at Jason and Saint. Watching them joking around and barely was able to wave. He was shaking and trying to do so without visually appearing to do so. He felt himself looked up and down and withdrew for a few moments. At least until it was done. He had the same classes as Saint...except the third class...which he had no third class. So he hid different places to be out of the way. He even found a cool place to hide. It was on top of the roof. It had a nice view and a secret way to get there that involved stairs versus wall climbing. He sits down and bites his lower lip. Hoping to NOT get called on. Hoping this class could just pass by. He wanted to go sit on the roof for third period. Fourth period he had classes with Saint again. It wasn't intentional that was just how their classes worked out this year. He knew people were staring at him. He could tell that they were wondering what a freak or moron like himself was doing entering two seconds after the most popular guy in school. Maybe he should have just waited about five minutes and then entered the classroom.<br/><br/>He had barely entered the room to go sit down when the teacher zoned in on him. Started asking him a million questions and causing him to feel pressured and beyond panicked. When the teacher finally stopped and turned around one of the students began to make doggie sounds. Their friend says in a mean tone of voice. "Look at the little puppy dog. Following Saint around like some lost little dog. What a freak." He paled and trembled just a little bit yet tried to get to his seat. Another student saying. "What type of loser wears clothing like that? This isn't Japan or China. What a loser." He pales more and trembled a bit harder. He was still trying to just get to his seat.<br/><br/>Then one of the football players sticks his foot out right as Ray neared the guy to pass him. Ray didn't see the foot and quite literally tripped and hit the ground hard. Tears forming in his eyes as a soft sound of pain escaped his lips. He heard everyone laughing and that just made it worse. He struggled to his feet and just left the text book and binder there...in the floor. When he was on his feet he ran past the desks and almost got tripped again. Tears trailing down his cheeks as he bolted from the class. Everyone still laughing at his expense. He ran through the hallways though the bruises his father left upon his shoulders hurt once more from falling so hard.<br/><br/>He turned a corner and ran into the shadows. Pressing a brick that was slightly different from the others. The secret door opened and revealed stairs. He ran inside and shut the way up to the rooftop. Running up the stairs as if the devil was behind him. He could barely see straight and stumbles quite a bit. Bursting through the door at the top of the stairs that opened to the rooftop. He ended up falling in the center of the school roof top. Curling into a ball and just cries hard. "Why can't I escape it? Why is it the same...home or school it doesn't matter. Life is horrible." He says in a sobbing whisper.