I saw him again this afternoon, with his white handkerchief he is wiping some dried blood on the corner of his lip, followed by brushing away some dirt that had stick on to his formerly pristine white uniform, to end with fixing his disheveled hair before finally going out of the campus.

It's not like I am his stalker or something, it's just that it concerns me why every after class he is in this exact same place doing the same thing over and over again.

This started a month ago, me and my best friend were tasked to clean the room after class. I was carrying a pail of water and was about to get back to our room when I noticed a guy sitting on one of the isolated benches in our campus, not to mention the most far-flung bench in our school where no one sits nor stays. With his white handkerchief he was wiping some blood on his face, removing some filth that had crept on to his uniform and fixing his disheveled hair, and the slashed sling of his bag before heading home.

The following day, I didn't notice that I had slept inside the library. I was awakened by the continuous tap of the librarian on my arm waking me up and informing me that the library will be closed in just a few minutes. While walking I saw him again, wiping some blood, removing some dirt, and fixing his hair.

And since then, without any reason my feet just drags me on to that same spot just right to keep myself hidden from him, watching him as he do the same old thing.

My curious mind instructed me to start researching about him only to find out that he is a transfer student from one of the prestigious all boys school in the city, and it's just that their family's business got bankrupt that is why he ended up transferring to our co-ed school. He doesn't have any friends here, and since the day he transferred he became the target of bullying in the campus.

Everybody in this school knows that if you want to get out here peacefully never ever dare to interrupt with any of the businesses of the bullying group, that even the professors nor the principal has nothing to say to it.

Days had gone by so fast that it became my routine to check if he's on that same place once again doing his thing. And guess my instincts were working so well that my two eyes were completely seeing him on that same spot, the only difference would be I met his melancholic eyes. I quickly tried to hide myself from the latrine's wall which separates the bench from where he is sitting to the campus' main path walk.

My body freezes up, I hold my breath, and raise my chest as I lean my back on the wall. I forcefully close my eyes and started chanting...

'He didn't see me. He didn't see me. please. Don't let me get caught. please...please.'

"What are you doing?"

Slowly I opened my right eye to check if I just heard right. And really, my instincts were pretty good this day because he is right there standing in front of me. I bit my lip as my two eyes dilated in shock. He is not tall, in fact he is just like an inch or two taller than me, he doesn't have broad shoulders it's its complete opposite. He is to some extent a little petite to have such a deep very manly voice.

"I'm sorry?" were the only words I could say this time.

"I am asking you what were you doing awhile ago. Are you ...?" He narrowed his eyes, while he slither his thumb back to his lips to remove some leftover dried blood.

"Oh no-no-no. Of course not. Why would I?" I cut him off. "It's just that I am on my way home and I saw you that is all. Believe me."

"Okay. Better stay away from me if you don't want to get involved." He placed one of the slings of his back pack on his right shoulder and then head out.

I watch him walk until I cannot see him. I take my bag which I didn't notice was already sitting on the soil. I brush away the dirt before tossing it on my shoulder and begin going home.