Schadenfreude

It was quite funny, as Dylan tried to come up with an excuse from his tardiness. Besides the professor having his bubble burst, his friends started snickering as he confidently decided to say his stupid excuse.

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He immediately push Jonas with his shoulder, glearing at him. That was his friend together with Anika who thought that Dylan looks stupid whenever he's thinking.

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'oohh looky, a new face!' Anika bumps her arm for the boys to notice.

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They were passing by the registers office heading to cafeteria, when Anika noticed a guy with black scrufy hair, that seems to be a bedhair.

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She's really an insider,

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the boys can't even comprehend how she knows every student at the University. With just a sec, they just noticed that she's talking with the stranger.

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The boy was quite reserved, receives her greetings. He just scratched the back of his head not understanding a thing of what the loquacious girl is talking about.

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'Hi, I'm Jonas, ya' new here?' he reached his hands.

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The guy nods.... 'first day.'

'Department?' Jonas continued

'Litetature and arts'

'really? Same as this stud?' Anika poked Dylan's cheeks as the boy was staring vaguely at the wrong direction.

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Dylan's a cheerful kid, he's just somehow afloat at times which he admits he's not also aware of.

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'Hi, I'm Dylan.' he smiled, as his eyes starts to hide.

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His stares glued on him, as they walk pass the office. He's not sure yet he feels heavy in his chest.

Maybe that's him? maybe he just looks like him?

Thinking deep beyond his thoughts, Yohan starts remembering his memories which he culled from his mind.

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After a long lecture, Dylan decides to leave early from club activities. His tardiness starts to kick in when his eyelids felt heavy during the last period. He walks down the hallways and reached the back door, it was raining. Good thing he brought his umbrella.

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'uhm. Hi? I'm that person earlier a-at the registration? Remember?' it's prominent on his speaking that he was not confident asking.

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Dylan smiled

'yeah, earlier? Uhh--- Ya-- Yona-- '

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'Yohan!' he jolted, 'right right...Yohan'

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He asked Dylan if he can share the umbrella with him, then they went off walking to the dormitories.

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A strong breeze blows and they decided to stay a bit at the space that the roof shaft occupies before climbing the stairs to the hallway. They were running out of breath since they ran 50m from the campus.

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The cold chills down Dylan's body, that his cheeks begins to turn bright red.

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He's gasping for breath and didn't notice the guy who's been frantically staring at him.

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'don't stare at me, it's creepy'

he wipes his face with his sleeves as raindrops raced quickly.

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Just when He decided to leave, the boy pinned him into the wall,

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It was forceful that even they're just of the same height and built, he can't move from the guy's clutches.

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Dylan started cursing as he panicked that something's off with the way the guy looks at him. His speculations came when he held his hands above head and pushed his lips against him.

He didn't break and clenched his teeth, but the guy bit his lips hard so his mouth will open. Their tounge touched and it circled his insides. The tase of blood and saliva made him flinched with pain.

But the guy didn't stop, it was like, he planned it to make Dylan let his guard down.

Dylan bears his nails, clutching on the guy's shoulder, he gasped for breath but felt the guy's tounge immediately, pushing forward touching his soft palate. Dylan choked.

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'Fuck!! ah--'

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As the guy let go of his hands, Dylan falls down like a damp cloth, breathing heavily. He glared back at him who's sitting in front, facing each other.

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'I'm sorry....I just-- just-- miss you so much' he's crying, but his hands are blocking his face as he wipes down the tears.

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Dylan closes his eyes in disbelief. That was the guy. That guy who took away everything. The reason behind the nightmare he had gone through the last 10 years.

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The personification of evil at worst is now crying like a little bitch in front of him.

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It was weird.

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But the feeling was like qeunching.

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He knows he must feel empathy.

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But Dylan can't hide a smile forming from his lips.