Ever sence I was younger, I was always confused.

Confused on life in general, mostly because I wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

People would stare at me awkwardly as I walked down the hallways of my school.

I'd never ever think that the person who liked me, would be so handsome and very dangerous.

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It started out Freshman year. I was by myself sitting at the dark tan table. People around me knew what I was...

An 'outcast.' 

I couldn't help it that I was an 'outcast.'