Disclaimers: I own none of this. Just my ideas and stories.

Notes; I'm re-writing this.so expect a lot of changes. Inimitable-and-AnOriginal is amazing, like always, came through and put up with my b.s. writing from years ago.

Are you Alexander Harrison?

Alexander Harrison was just another collegestudent, low-key and under the radar.

The moment he tried to find his classroom, he knew that today just wasn't going to go his way. He had no idea how he managed to get lost three times in one day. He gripped his backpack nervously, bit his lip and looked around self-consciously. He needed to be on top of his game, he couldn't be known as 'the kid who had no idea what he's going'!

Then again, if all went well, he wouldn't even be known by the other students He swallowed the anxiety building up in his throat as he stood in front of the door.

'Debate club'

He stood there for a minute thinking about how much work he could've been getting done instead of wasting his time in a place that went against everything that he stood for. He took a deep breath before gingerly stepping inside, but came to a halt as soon as he saw the crowd of people. He'd never liked crowds, so he quickly scurried past them, trying to be as discreet as possible.

Behind the crowd, there were people handing out labels for everyone to write their name. When he got one, he wrote 'Alexander Harrison' in a way that was big enough to be seen, but small enough that no-one would talk to him.

He smiled softly before putting the name tag onto his jacket. As he took a seat, he didn't feel guilty about his tiny name, it meant that no one would bother him.

While the class started to settle down he took out his notebook and started to write down his random ideas, thoughts, and notes for other classes. He was too engrossed to notice how the room fell into a comfortable, yet excited, silence as three people entered the room and took their seats. He looked up when he saw who just exactly entered the room, and the realization took his breath away.

Thomas Jackson, Aaron Brown, and George Walker. Three of the smartest students in the school, and they were all in the same room as him!

He wished he was a little more like them, he wouldn't have to worry about petty things like Debate. He shook his head to come out of his stupor and continued to take notes. He didn't bother to look up as they took roll, or at howthe kids around him were already talking. But, he did perk up when Aaron started talking. "Welcome to Debate Club. Now, we'll start to call on people, so you must be prepared to share your opinion."

Alexander, of course, didn't think twice about him not getting called on. He was just another face in the crowd, another student not wanting to involve himself in any drama.

So, he kept his head down and continued to write his observations. He ignored the small talk around him, everyone else was wondering who Aaron was going to chose.

"Alexander Harrison," Aaron announced, and looked into the crowd, searching for the face that belonged to the name.

Alexander jerked his head up in surprise and met Aaron's eyes. Alexander couldn't believe that such an important person like Aaron Brown was speaking his name. It was something he half reveled and half-

Wait. He was being called on, and he didn't have anything to debate.

"O-Oh no sir, I'm just here to obverse-"

"Don't tell me you came here without any debate on," Thomas, of all people, interrupted him. He recoiled, he was making a scene. Now he was directly in the spotlight, just what his day needed.

"I didn't mean-"

To his surprise it was George who stepped in, "We picked you, son, so what have you brought to the table?" Alexander felt everyone's eyes on him, their stares burning deep into his back. His throat began to close but he composed himself. He took a deep breath and look at all three of them straight in the eye.

"Could we bring dinosaurs back from the dead?" He hated himself the moment the words slipped out of his mouth.

He was too shocked to see the leaders' eyes as the class was shitting themselves, talking about how plausible it was and whether it could be done. He looked around and saw people quietly discussing, while others were screaming their opinions loud and clear.

Alexander shrank onto himself and resisted the urge to cover his ears, of course, the people in his group were the loudest. He carefully put his things in his backpack and quietly made his way out of the classroom.

Once out of the room, he breathed a sigh of relief. The door seemed to be coming off its hinges because of all the noise; he wondered why no one had knocked on the door to complain.

Alexander ran a hand through his hair and walked in the direction of the dorms. He had made an absolute fool of himself in there.

When he got to his room, he groaned as the consequences of what he had just done came crashing down on him. He went inside, closed the door behind him, and was greeted by two empty beds and nothing to do. His roommate was never around, so he had the dorm mostly to himself.

Alexander opened his computer on his desk and pulled up a random essay he had to do. He stared at it for a moment, it was an English assignment that he could distract him. He cracked his fingers and looked at the time. 3:34.

He could definitely finish this in less than an hour. Alexander began to type, and before he knew it he was lost in his writing. Too lost to have a care in the world, as he continued to write, sentences and words forming right under his fingertips.

And that's how he ended up a couple of hours later, hunched over his desk, drinking cold coffee. He beamed with pride at thetwelve-page essay he had just written, yet one look at the clock made him choke in his coffee. It was already 6:00.

Did he really spend all day on this essay? Apparently, yes. He tugged at his hair in annoyance as he ran to the bathroom. He opened the shower curtain and turned on the hot water. Alexander tore off his clothes and carefully stepped into the water.

He closed his eyes as he let the warm water trickle down all over his body, and let the steam cloud his thoughts. He always felt relaxed and refreshedwhenever he stepped into and out of the water. Like it was washing away all of his problems, if only for a few moments.

And when he stepped outside, he felt his shoulders already relaxing. But the cold air that nipped at his skin was enough to ruin it.

His thoughts started to crowd his mind. He huddled closer onto himself as he thought back to the Debate room. The way others seemed to talk and share their ideas so effortlessly wasstrange to him, like a faraway island. How did they do it? Didn't they realize that their actions had consequences?

He held his messenger bag close to his side as he made his way to the library, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. As he opened the doors he saw very few people inside and wondered if God was looking out for him. He gave the librarian money for the printer and entered his document into the printer.

While waiting for it to print, he pulled out his handwritten notes, and nervously scanned for errors while chewing on his nails. He jerked around when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Alexander almost dropped his papers when he saw all twelve pages of his essay in thehands of Aaron Brown. Did he really remember him from Debate Club? He internally panicked, was his plan to stay in the background ruined? He swallowed his anxiety as Aaron smiled at him.

"Do these belong to you?" Alexander nodded as he took the papers from Aaron's hands. He was about to leave when Aaron's hand grabbedhis arm, making unable to run away. "Also before you go, I wanted to thank you," Alexander stopped short as he looked at him with confusion.

"O-Oh really? For what?" Aaron smiled again and let go of his arm.

"For doing all of us a favor back there! You really made the room easier to breathe in after that." Alex gave a small smile back, and relief flooded through him.

"Oh, I'm sorry for that I didn't mean for things to be that chaotic, I understand if-" Aaron waved at him, cutting him off, still smiling of course.

"No really, thank you. If you want, you can come to a freshman party with me. I want to get to know you," That was the point where Alexander's mind stopped working.

Aaron Brown wanted him to come to a party? With him? This was some messed up dream, but before he knew it his cursed mouth was already moving.

"Y-Yeah! Of course, I would love to come," Aaron took his hand, and he marveled at how soft they felt. Aaron seemed to pick up on his anxiety, and he gave him a reassuring smile.

Alexander gave a small smile of his own, thinking that maybe Debate Club wouldn't be so bad.