Jaune strived to be unnoticed.

Someone who your gaze would pass over and you wouldn't even remember him in a deep mediation if you were asked to recall his face.

He stuck to the shadows, slipped into crowds and kept his head down, and to his delight, it worked. No one ever approached him, and he could safely make his way out of the cesspit of interaction that was high school. It was an art really, anyone who tries too hard to hide will get drawn out, if by accident or pure chance, and then everybody knows they exist and try to pull them (him) into things. So Jaune made enough effort to keep his world in order. He wasn't unsociable, nor was he out loud and boisterous, he was quiet but not in the way that makes one seem timid and easy to bully, staying average to stay hidden. He was always nice to the counselors, playing the school workers like fiddles. He got good grades and kept out of anything that might make him stand out.

So he couldn't play his guitar, he could play pretty well he didn't want people to try to badger him about that.

He toned down his ability to sing like a star if anyone knew that... well he rather he didn't.

Don't even try to ask anyone to a dance, he didn't want that being found.

He even avoided the track field for a year because he was fast and loved to sprint and if the coaches knew that... *shudder*

So it figures that after three years of high school spent in relatively content loneliness, one unprecedented variable would enter the equation and throw him into a maelstrom of actually being seen.

I blinked blearily as the sun burned my eyes.

"Go away." I grumbled as I turned over.

I wanted to blow up the sun, stupid thing always hits me in the eyes because of my window. I bought blinds and my mother freaking tore them off.

"Your room needs more light." she claimed, smiling all the time.

Fuck you mom.

~REET REET REET REET REET REET REET REET~

I sighed as the alarm blared in my ears and I flailed blindly to shut it off.

There was a loud clack and the irritating blare of the damned black plastic brick (my clock) cut off mid-blare; I sighed in relief as I burrowed further under the covers, ignoring the sound of my door opening.

"Jaune! Get up!" My mother said, gently shaking me and running her hand through my hair.

Grrrrr, evil has the voice and touch of an angel.

Goddammit, I might as well get up, my summer break was over the moment the damned alarm began to blare.

I sighed as I rubbed my eyes and sat up from under my warm and comfortable covers and rose from my safe bed. I got up and my feet softly slid across the floor as I trudged my way to my bathroom. My sisters were bickering over the other bathrooms (thank Monty my parents knew I would need my own bathroom), which made me chuckle softly. I yawned and tried to shake off the shroud of grogginess that was making me all slow as I entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

I stared in the mirror for a moment as I saw my reflection.

Shaggy blonde hair framed my face and slightly dazed, ocean blue eyes met mine. Objectively, I have been told that I was fairly attractive in a cute/handsome boyish way.

Ahhh, the perfect Aryan face.

I wanted to break the mirror.

Why couldn't I have brown hair and dark brown eyes? Why can't I be blessed with the looks that helped a introverted sociopath like me fade into the background?

I sighed and shook my head.

Life was unfair as unfair could get.

Oh well, at least I managed to be a wallflower in presence anyway.

I pulled off my shirt and threw on my workout clothes as I swished some mouthwash in my mouth, waiting until two minutes passed.

I spat the mouthwash out in the sink and headed to the back-room to get a work-out in. Having a normally healthy body helped you stay hidden, you stay a wallflower if you look just fit enough to be considered average and you're not a tub-o-lard waddling about.

After that I threw my sweaty clothes in washing hamper in my room and took a nice hot shower, letting my body's burn fade under the impact of the hot water. I brushed and mouth-washed again before I got dressed in the standard getup for the average teen. White shirt. Black zip-up hoodie. Blue jeans. I checked over my bag and heaved it over one shoulder, got all my items (keys, wallet, id, drivers license and the like). I made my way downstairs and popped a piece of bread in the toaster, waited for it, buttered it and made my way out the door after clenching it between my teeth.

I left with the sun on my back and the wind humming contentedly in my ear as I left my house.

I didn't know what would happen until it began.

I never knew that my solitude was going to end so soon.