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I see Vic from a mile away as I'm leaving my class and making my way back to my dorm. I'm guessing he's heading to class.

We haven't really spoken since we met. I spent as much time out of our dorm as much as possible yesterday and Vic was both asleep when I got back from dinner with Sam and when I woke up this morning.

I watch him as he gets closer to me. He walks with such hesitance but keeps his head up. It's as if he's trying to fake a confidence he doesn't have. It's something I know all too well.

He has such a serious look on face and I can't help but to wonder what his smile looks like.

At first glance, it's not obvious that Vic's blind. He's not using his cane, he doesn't have a seeing eye dog and there's no one guiding him. I'm confused, but maybe I have some misconceptions about blind people.

I've never met a blind person before so maybe I would benefit from talking to Vic and educating myself.

I feel bad for staring, but god, he makes it so hard to take my eyes off him. He's so ridiculously attractive.

Although, soon enough I'm forced to tear my gaze away from Vic when two guys start being obnoxiously loud. They seem to be joking around and shoving each other, reminding me of the jocks from high school. Heck they even look like jocks.

One of them is wearing a blue sports jersey, the other one is wearing white Supreme shirt. The one in the jersey has platinum blonde hair and the other guy is a brunette. I would be lying if I said they weren't attractive but my gaydar is screaming 'straight' and they look like they're overcompensating their penis size with excessive use of hair products.

I notice a few people give them a look of disdain as they walk past.

I try to ignore them and just focus on keeping my head down so my hair falls in front of my face to cover my scar, something that I've gotten quite used to doing.

But then a clatter causes me to look up. It's takes me a second to realize that Vic has walked right into the guy in the Supreme shirt, or maybe, he had walked into Vic. There's books and coffee everywhere and Vic looks both terrified and mortified.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The brunette shouts, immediately seeming aggravated.

Vic's frozen in his place, anxiety written all over his features. Poor guy, doesn't even know where to look.

"I'm so sorry." Vic apologises quickly. "I'm really sorry."

I wonder if he knows what he's even apologising for.

"These are fucking Gucci!" The guy shouts.

I look down at his shoes, that were once white, but are now covered in coffee.

"I'm really, really sorry." Vic stresses.

I don't know what to do. Obviously, he's not aware that Vic's blind. I wonder if I should step in and tell him, but this guy seems so pretentious that he probably wouldn't care either way. 

"Sorry doesn't fix my fucking shoes, does it?" This guy shouts, stepping forward and shoving Vic.

Vic stumbles back and few steps but seems more concerned about keeping his shades on his face rather than actually defending himself.

I notice the guy's fist clench as he seems to get more aggravated. Fuck, someone needs to do something.

Everyone who was walking by at the time of the incident is now standing around just gawking and poor Vic is about to get punched in his pretty face. And he doesn't even know it.

I quickly rush forward and stand in front of Vic, placing my hands on this asshole's chest.

"Calm down, man, it was an accident. He didn't mean it." I say pleadingly, hoping to alleviate the situation.

"Mind you own business, Freddy Kruger." He spits, referencing the scar on my face, which pisses me off. Like I haven't heard that one before.

"Why don't you back off, Asshole? Leave the guy alone." I snap as adrenaline rushes through me, or maybe it's just my anxiety in disguise.

"Kellin, it's okay." I hear Vic say quietly from behind me. I'm a little surprised that he recognised my voice.

I ignore him though and focus on the piece of shit in front of me.

"Move, or you're going to get punched." The guy threatens, pushing my hands away from his chest.

His friend then places his hand on his shoulder, seeming a little scared himself.

"Conner, come on man, it was an accident." he says, revealing this douchebag's name.

Unfortunately, Conner doesn't seem to to be deterred by his friend's words though.

"You mind your fucking business." Conner snaps and then without hesitance, his fist hits my cheek, knocking me over and into Vic, who catches me.

I grasp my stinging cheek as tears flood my eyes, but I push them back then quickly gain my balance, pushing myself off Vic.

"This isn't over, Faggot." Conner hisses, at Vic then purposely knocks into his shoulder as he walks past him. His friend is quick to follow.

The comment was directed towards Vic but it injures me more than his punch did.

Between being punched and the homophobic slur, I'm ready to have a panic attack. Confrontation is most definitely not my thing but I couldn't just let that play out, and no one else was stepping in.

"Are you okay?" I breathe, turning back to Vic, wanting to make sure he's okay, but also wanting to keep my mind preoccupied so I don't just start crying.

"Fine." He mutters, straightening his shirt out and leaning down to feel for his books.

I drop down and start helping him gather them but he seems to just be getting frustrated with me, or maybe he's just frustrated in general.

"Do you want me to take you to your class?" I ask softly, just wanting to help.

He stands up and I notice he's missed a book, so I put it on top of my small pile before standing up to face him.

I can tell he's upset but he's trying to keep a straight face.

"No, why don't you back off and mind your own business." He hisses.

I'm immediately taken aback by his hostility towards me. Maybe he's still mad at me for yesterday.

"I just got punched in the face for you." I scoff, in disbelief at his attitude.

"That sounds like your problem. I didn't ask you to do that. I don't need your fucking charity!"

"Oh, fuck me for helping you." I spit sarcastically.

"I didn't ask for your help. I don't need your fucking help!" he seethes, snatching his books from my hands, almost dropping them again as he does so.

I get why he's angry, but all I was trying to do was help. If I knew he was going to be this ungrateful, I would have just kept walking.

"Whatever." I mutter, pushing past him and storming down the hallway.

I begin heading down to admin to see if they have an icepack for my surely bruising face. I'm so pissed off and panicked by the whole situation. Great, my roommate is a fucking asshole.

I can't help but to turn back to Vic though. He hasn't moved at all. I watch the people who walk around him give him judging looks, the same judging looks I've been getting all day because of my scar. Then he takes a very small and very hesitant step, before stopping. It's painful to watch and all I want to do is go help him.

But he'd probably just yell at me again so I turn back around and continue on my way to admin. I speed walk with the intention of getting in and out of there quickly so I can get back to my dorm as soon as possible, giving me the privacy I need to just break down.

Every step, my mind echos with Conner's viscious words, making me nauseated, as his voice gets louder and louder in my head.

"Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot."

And that word haunts me for the rest of the afternoon.

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