"Just lie to me, Blake." He was pleading at this point.
"No, I can't keep lying anymore, Harry. Please just stop." I could feel the tears forming as I was starting to get angry at the situation but more at myself.
"Lying to who, baby?" His voice tu...
I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed Sweet little baby in a world full of pain I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying? Mama said if I really want to, then I can change, yeah yeah --
"Myles!" I heard my name being called out by a familiar voice across the courtyard. I look up and see Ethan jogging away from his group and towards me. "It's Friday!"
I look over to him as we start walking into the building to see his eyes fixated on my uniform shirt, "Yes?" I tautly asked. He points at my shirt with a soft smile on his face. "No nosebleeds this morning?" He casually asked before facing back forward.
Nosebleeds. Right.
My throat let out a honeyed chuckle, "Yeah, I actually had one last night so I guess my nose decided to give me a break this morning." He inspected my face, looking past my disguise. I started getting worried, thinking that he slowly started understanding my so-called nosebleeds. "You never went and got them checked out, huh?"
I let out a breath that I didn't even realize I was holding in. I've countlessly told him I was gonna get them checked out so why can't he just let it go? I clenched my jaw and quickly released it, trying to calm down before answering him. "Hey, I told you I was going to get it checked out so I am going to get it checked out, okay?" I said tight-lipped. "Now, what class do you have?" I abruptly changed the subject before I reached my limit.
He squinted at me and let out an exasperated sigh, never letting his eyes leave mine. "Trigonometry. I'll see you third period" He turned the opposite corner and I watched him as he slowly disappeared into the crowd. Ethan never knew his limits, he would keep pushing till he got what he wanted, or till he hit a nerve. Either that or I had bipolar rage.
Today I had Biology first period, Trigonometry second, AP Psych with Ethan third, and Literature last. I've gotten really good at psychology, considering the people I spend my time with and the jobs I have to assist on. Psychology is the key to my lifestyle or the lifestyle chosen for me by my father.
The day went by really slow, and then when lunch came around time went by quickly. Our school goes by the block schedule, allowing us to have our 4 classes a day to be split in the middle by a lunch period. Ethan has his own little group of friends and I have some classmates here and there that I am strictly only 'friends' with because of our classes together. So, I tend to eat on my own near the back of the school. Ethan invites me over sometimes but I would rather not interact with that side of him and the people around him, especially Willow.
The bell rang and as I was packing up my backpack to go back into the school, I heard footsteps getting closer behind me. I turn my head to see an eager redheaded schoolboy ready to go to class, but instead, I come face to face with a full-figured man and a deep-set of eyes focused solely on me. He completely caught me off guard, what the hell was he doing here? In the middle of the school day?
I tried to hide my gulp as I straightened my back and clenched my jaw, "Father."
He stepped forward with a dark look on his face, his smirk full of nothing but evil. "Son." I was beyond confused.
"You may be wondering why I showed up at the school that I clearly pay too much money for." He looked around the area I ate my lunch at, "You would expect some of that money to go into getting you a proper place to eat, maybe even some friends?" His tone was snarly and passive-aggressive, something I was very used to but not in a public place.
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