'Wake me up when September ends..'
He sang softly while he clutched a heavy book in his hands.
That boy with raven hairs in fact was right. He would preferred to skip September and to frequent that school in August too, rather to feel himself fixed during all the single days that compose that mounth.
To be honest all the glances actracted by his one meter and eighty-six, by the fact that his hair standed always in their way and the clothes always ordered not not displeased at him. Or better, he didn't displeased as the continuous attack from who, with the brain smaller than a hen, taked his caracteristics as object of continuous teasing.
Be closed in the locker, have offensive graffiti on this one, be alone during lunch time was almost a routine for the young chinese.
Or at least, it was a routine until that moment.

Confident step, leather jacket, surrounded by three or four trusty friends. He could be considered safely the bully of the school, that one coolest than all, that one that when say 'hello' to someone, raised thousand screams and stupid dramatized.
And it's true, or at least he had been like this. He was bored to prevail strength over brain, the young boy with delicate facial features but with hard fist, passed by the side of 'good'.
A radical transformation, perhaps too much, that has have start a few weeks before. 
He found himself in front of a group of insignificant bullies, stupid children and without organization. Yes, because there was bullies and bullies. Anyway they teasing with a boy that, also only for the height, he could chased them with a breath. But he didn't resistance. He limited himself ward off by hands and keep looking down.
That thing aroused in him an instinct of protection so strong that this forse himself to approach them and make escape those four children only with his presence.
'Thanks'. That guy has whispered shyly. That was the start of all.
As you know, move away from a certain group imply some difficulties. Ex 'friends' of the bully had spread the voice that he was gay.
A common thing between guys, if there wasn't a little particulary: he really was it.
He had a row with his parents, he had even left his home, and in the small student apartment where he lived, he had learned to deny, to bouild an armor.
Armor that will be destroy soon.

He discovered that feel protect there wasn't so bad.
Of cours now he didn't walk with head-on and chest out, but at least he knew that he was subject a little less at the teasing that he was wont. But all had a price.
If before he was wont to feel exclududing, now he was wont to listen to whisper things on him and on the guy that with so much care protect him.
"In my opinion they are together." "That , at least hide it." "Someone turn them away from the school."
But he sigh and clench his fists.
He didn't know, however, that he made that boy with frozen heart his friend.

The lesson had already started a couple of minutes ago and the boy didn't listen a word of what the teacher had said until that moment, because he was too busy to roam through his thoughts. He was sitting near the window and in that moment he was observing out of the one, without really see that he had in front of his dark eyes.

He was handsome, rich and intelligent.
The most popular guy of the school. Anyone between the girls would give everything only to see his smile. And he satisfied them always, everytime that he pecked one that fixed him, in class, in gym, in corridors...
He was the best in the study: probably he was the best student of the institute and for this he was loved by the teachers too.
He was the captain of basket team, his team loved him, they proclamed him the best captain of all time.
He was always surrounded by person that proclamed themselves his friends, that roamed round him, they made him their congratulations also when he did do nothing.
The problem was, that guy hated the confusion. Instead, he loved being alone, without anyone that would disturb him.
He had never had a friend, and he didn't feel the necessity to have one. He changed girlfriend continuously, but he didn't love anyone of them. He didn't know if he did it to make them happy or simply to show to others that he had the same interests of the other guys of his age.
All his life, in the presence of other at least, was a recital, a farce. All fiction. And anyone had never understood that. He acted exactly as other wanted that he acted, and he finished to be loved by everyone. But no one had never knew his true character. For him this wasn't a problem, himself had wanted this.

But things will change soon.

Exactly in that moment, in another classroom, the door was opened and a boy enough low entered in the class tried his best to not do rumor. His desk was the last near the door, because he was always late, and like this, it was most simply reach it. He sat and sigh: also that morning he succeeded to not be uncovered.

He was hadsome, gentle and naive.
He had a lot of friends and everyone adore him. He agree with all and he was never angry. He hated loniless and if he depended on him, he would pass all the day with his friends.
He loved the crowd, the confusion, and he was simply hyperactive.
He had always a happy smile on his lips, also if he hid very well sadness that the life had reservered to him. He prefered forgotten, he tried to not think about his past, far as he could did it, and go on. He was wounded easly by other, and he didn't hurt anyone.
At school he wasn't genial, but in the end he was always promoted.
He had a life apparently quiet and he was okay like this. He adored his friends and he couldn't wish nothing better.
At school he was always late and often he invented stupid apology, like "I was rapted by aliens!" or "I was late and the train didn't wait for me!"
For this he made always his mates laugh and also if he's picked a lecture by his teacher, for him, it didn't matter.

But the meeting between this two guys, one the opposite of the other, changed totally their life.