Relaxation PV Dmitri Jones Finished

Alecks immediately felt bad. Bad for offering, bad for talking to him, bad for stressing him out. "I-I'm sorry," he felt like crying. He didn't know why he trusted another guy with his feelings, obviously no one wanted him. He was always to young. He was always to dumb. There was always something that kept him from being happy. He started crying, feeling the warm, salty tears running down his cheeks. He just sat there, hoping Dmitri would leave him be. He didn't want a friend. He wanted what his parent had before they had a bunch of kids. He wanted the perfect relationships from t.v. He wanted to be seen as normal by his family. He threw his glasses onto the ground beside him and started stomping on them, mad at himself for being such a dumbo. He didn't even deserve to go to this prestigious school. He would rather be going to public school, where he was no different than every other student there. At least there he would still get to see his family, here he is miles and miles away, so he has to wait for breaks to go and see them. For a really dumb 11 year-old who has always depended on his family for help with everything, going even one day without them was disastrous, and that was just proven.

Dmitri gazed at Alecksander with something akin to pity--he could see that his light-hearted refusal was taken none too lightly. He shook his head as his gazed turned from sympathy to coldness as he watched the other boy throw his glasses to the ground and stomp on it in the display of a childish temper tantrum. Such a level of... unprofessionalism. This was the person who asked him out to date? He was literally displaying all the characteristics that the Slytherin disliked--immaturity and irrationality. Dmitri has never seen someone his age react this way. 8-year olds, probably, but not 11-year olds.

He laughed bitterly. Good thing I refused then, if this is his true colors. Glad to have known that. Dmitri stood up from the rock he was sitting on and casually brushed off his pants. "Now, if you're done throwing a tantrum, I'd best leave--and so do you." He indicated the slowly darkening sky with a sweep of his arm. "It's getting darker out here. If you'll excuse me." He bent his torso in a mocking bow and turned away, rolling his eyes before walking back towards the castle--which was now lit up in a beautiful array of golden light.

Such a relaxing day, all to end up stressing him out again. Tsk. It seems like that's all I am ever going to get. Dmitri though to himself, laughing.