Come back to me...

Chapter 9

Dominic POV (a/n im trying something new ;)

We get to Funland and Rachel was literally jumping with joy. She was still the same beautiful, funny girl that was and is still my best friend. When I moved, I was devastated. I don't know if she knows this, but I was so sad, that doctors diagnosed me as depressed. My parents were heart broken when they saw my face, filled with hurt. They had tried getting relocated, but they couldn't. And they couldn't just quit, they were both executives for this company, that I forgot the name of.

I was always an only child, so when I was back in Mississippi, Rachel was always there to play with me. If I ever got sad, she would give me sloppy kisses and gigantic hugs until I felt better. She would always provide me with chocolate ice cream, which was my favorite.

But when there was no Rachel to give me sloppy kisses or gigantic hugs or even the chocolate ice cream, I lost it. I cried every night, my mom having to come to my room and attempt to make me feel better, when in reality, all I needed was her.

When I had to start school, it was a mess. Back at home, everyone knew me as the hyper, energetic Dominic. Dominic, who never wore a frown. Dominic, who could never stop talking or laughing. California was a different story. When I had to start school over there, it was still in the middle of the year. I had no intentions of making friends. It was more of a 'if you finish the day sooner, you can go home and watch videos of you and Rachel' type of thing.

My mom came in my room to wake me up and I was so pissed to go to this school, that I gave her the dirtiest look ever. She looked hurt, so I apologized. She said it was fine, but I knew it wasn't. She wanted the best for me and I should've accepted that. I took a shower and got dressed. I wore a simple t-shirt and some jeans, not caring what I wore. I fixed my hair, put on my shoes, and went to the bus stop.

There was these two guys. They both looked around my age. As the thought of them was still in my mind, I didn't realize that they were both coming over to me. Immediately, I felt my palms sweat. Sure, I've had lots of friends, but my only best friend was Rachel.

"Hey, are you new here?" One of the boys asked me. This one was tall, had brown, suave hair, brown eyes, and a big smile. So big, that I found myself smiling. I hadn't done that in about 2 weeks.

"Yeah, um, I moved here from Mississippi about 2 weeks ago." I told him.

"That's cool," No, it wasn't. Rachel was back there. "I'm Jacob, by the way. Jacob Logan." He stretched out his hand.

"I'm Dominic. Dominic Butler." I said, shaking his hand. I released it, then heard a cough. It was from the other boy. This one had red hair, hazel eyes, and was kinda short, but not so much where it was visible. He was crossing his arms and looking at Jacob.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" He asked. I bit back a chuckle. I didn't wanna come off as rude. This guy was pure sass.

Jacob rolled his eyes and motioned his hands towards his red headed friend. "This is Kyle. My idiotic best friend that gets on my nerves all the time, but who I love dearly." Jacob introduced. Kyle glared at him. I couldn't take it. I laughed. I'm guessing they heard my weird laugh, because then they joined in.

"Bro, you're laugh is contagious." Kyle managed to say, while holding his stomach.

"Thanks, man," I put out my hand for him to shake. "I'm guessing you already know who I am." I smiled. He looked at my hand, as if I'm crazy. I gave him a confused expression and next thing I know, he's hugging me. I stiffen, but slowly released my stress and hugged him back. He was comforting and reminded me of Rachel. Then, the bus had finally arrived.

"Come on," Jacob said. "Or we're gonna miss the bus." I followed him and since there was 3 of us, Kyle refused to leave me out of their seat, so he sat on Jacob's lap and patted the seat next to him. Jacob acted as if this was all normal. Kyle gave me a knowing look.

"Oh, no," Kyle said. "You're not sitting all by yourself. And Jacob doesn't mind. Right Jacob." He looked at a grinning Jacob. Jacob turned to me and said, "Nah, it's fine. He always does this so it doesn't faze me." He chuckled. I sat in the seat and for the rest of the ride we chatted and laughed.

The school day was alright. Me, Jacob, and Kyle had the same teacher and we're all in the 3rd grade. Ms. Baker. She had blond her, glasses, and was extremely funny. She was kinda short and looked really young. She was my most favorite teacher of all time.

Ever since then, Kyle and Jacob had been my best friends and I would always visit Ms. Baker. I remember once, in the 9th grade, we were freshmen. Jacob got braces at the end of 7th grade and got them off before high school started. He was so happy that he jumped into a lake. Anyways, when it got into the middle of 9th grade, these seniors came over to me. I smiled and waved to them. They didn't wave back or return the smile. In fact, they looked angry. I was kind of small. Sure, I was a little tall, but not compared to these guys. I was scrawny and nerdy. I was known for my academics. People always came over to me to help them with school stuff. Some of them in higher grades than me.

I was frozen in my spot. I knew if I tried to run, they would probably beat me up. So, I just stayed right there. When they finally reached me, I said, "Can I help you?" They smirked and one of them said, "That would be great actually." I was about to ask them what they needed help with, until the guy grabbed my collar and threw me against the lockers. It was after school and these guys were on the football team. Just my luck.

As I started to recover, they all surrounded me and punched me. They kept on doing that, until the leader, I'm guessing told them to stop. He crouched down and pointed to my locket. I kept true to my word and never took it off. "What's this? Did your mommy give this to you?" He said, as if I was a baby. He was about to grab it when I heard voices. "Hey! Get the fuck off of him!" Kyle. I remembered that I was supposed to meet Kyle and Jacob after school, so I guess when I didn't come, they looked for me. The seniors ran away, being the bitches they were. I groaned and saw that I had a nose bleed and bruises. Ever since, I wanted to be stronger. Wanted to defend myself and others. That's why I started doing wrestling. I also did boxing, but mostly wrestling.

I gained muscle and was definitely stronger. Kyle and Jacob didn't want this whole thing going to my head, so they introduced me to music. I drifted away from it, because music was me and Rachel's thing. I avoided it as much as I could. They both knew about her and we're sorry about. They tried setting me up with other girls, but I always refused. I knew I was in love with Rachel and no one could change that. They finally gave up with girls and moved me on to music. I was hesitant at first. I felt guilty, like I should only be doing this with Rachel.

Jacob noticed that I was getting stressed and falling back into my depressed state. Yes, it was years since I was depressed, but it never really goes away. It just sticks with you and when I thought of her it all crashed back on me. He didn't want that again, so for my birthday he bought me a drum set. I had been talking about getting one ever since I was a kid, but never thought I would actually get one. He taught me how to play, even though he played sax. His dad was a drummer, so I guess he knew how to play.

It worked surprisingly. If I ever got worked up, I would just bang on my drums. I never got bored of them, but I did want to play another instrument. Kyle noticed this, so he played me his guitar and asked if I wanted to learn. I said yes and by then, I knew the drums and guitar. We were thinking about starting a band, but decided against it since it would get in between school and we wanted to get into good colleges. But damn, we would've been a kick ass band.