Keith felt like a totally lame waste of skin as they had another private conversation. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying very hard to remain calm. What could he have expected, now he looked like a loser and a criminal. The former never bothered him much, he was used to it, but the later was painful. It wasn't like he could just say he had no money, that would look even weirder. What kind of kid in a fancy school doesn't have nine bucks in his wallet? The kind of kid who looked irresponsible, like an impulsive spender or some kind of hoodlum. He gulped as they came back and Alex handed him the nine dollars. before he could protest, they walked away and the bell rang. Very much unwillingly, he put the cash in his pocket and went to the last class of the day. He sat in the way back, far from Alex and her friend, not wanting to make them uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Keith spent the class lost in thought, he couldn't help but wonder what the girls had talked about. Did they think he was ugly, or did he smell bad or something? He was very hygienic, so he didn't smell, he must just be ugly and the glasses make it bearable. An ugly criminal, what would he be labeled as next. The icy knives of Alex's presence got worse, now the blades were cutting into him, not just sliding along. He didn't know why she hated him, but it made him very sad.