Every day he woke up with the goal of turning over a new leaf. He knew that he had to do something with his life that wasn’t skipping class and being alone, but it had become his life. He always ended up in the stairwell behind the gym, without fail. What was the point of changing, anyway, if he was comfortable with it?
Today is like every other day. He spent twenty minutes in his first block (longer than what he did yesterday, at least. Let’s look at the bright side.) before he asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. The “bathroom” was actually just the stairwell.
When he opens the door, already breathing out a sigh of relief at being free from class, he stops, surprised to see you, a stranger, already sitting there. You notice him and start to apologize, feeling like you’ve taken his spot, but he simply gives a slight shake of his head, avoiding his gaze.
“No, it’s fine. I was… I was just surprised to see someone here,” he answers, clearing his throat.