Brendan was done with everything, he had no idea what to do anymore. He had no real experience with this feeling but he knows that it’s called insecurity. Because if a little girl says to him that he is not himself and he is actually very kind that means that his evilness is starting to fade. What if slowly he was actually starting to get nice. And than you have last night. What had happened to him? He lost in a kissing competition. Of course he was the one that got the hottest girl and he talked Damon into doing it so he still got something of his old class but it was way less than it used to be.
Brendan was mindlessly picking things up and throwing them across the room not even watching if they stay in their half of the dorm when an idea occurs to him. He had some money and a lot of friends with connections. It wouldn’t be that hard to survive without this school that had bring nothing but loniless to him.
He packed his clothes and looked in the mirror, he really looked tired from last night and it was understandable but still, he hated it. He grabbed some pants and though about last night, it was true that Damon curls were cute but not sexy in any way, right? Well apparantely there were. Damon just walked up toward girls and after 5 minutes or less they would kiss. Brendan even got slapped and that never ever had happened.
When he was finished he clothes his gardrobe and looked towards his room, the place where he stayed the couple of months and he hated it. He kicked against the closest the door and some clothes fell out. Well what did it matter.
He turned around and walked out of the door. There was nothing important that he was leaving just pain and loniness.
He hadn’t slept very well, it was early in the morning and the sun was still rising. He looked back one more time at the building and thought about all the people who were asleep right now. Would one of them miss him? How long would it take till they would notice he is gone?
He walked further out of the school grounds and towards his future.