Teach Me To Love

2. A Bit Of A Surprise

The rest of my weekend was pretty boring actually. Sunday night Mikey came over and he was just talking about his older brother who came home. I didn't really pay attention to that. I more like played intense bouts of The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim.

"So, I might not be over next Friday either." Mikey said to me, I looked at him over my shoulder and frowned. It was almost like a super tradition we had together. Mikey was only a year older than me, seventeen, but we've been hanging out since Junior High. That's when I was actually shoved into a locker, and it happened to be his locker. I swear, he almost had a heart attack when he opened it and I leapt out gasping for breath.

We have been friends since then.

"Why not?" I asked, I looked at him with a curious one eye browed glance.

"Because I have to help my brother-" I cut him off with a groan.

"If he takes my best friend from me, I'm gunna steal your glasses." I threatened; Mikey closed his mouth with a crackle of his throat and grinned. I ended up smiling back at him, both of us bumped each other's shoulders and he scooted off the edge of my bed onto the couch near the foot of it and turned my game off. He put in a multiplayer. I laughed at him and he gave me a nasty glare as he picked up the blue and white controller that I had.

We played a bit until Mikey had to leave and my mum Linda was like 'get the hell out of my house MikeyWikey'. That's how she always said bye to him, she loved him really. She would've let him stay here later, but school and my dad was coming home. Dad didn't really approve of Mikey because Mikey was a year older and Mikey was openly gay, plus he smoked cigarettes.

After he left, I took a quick shower and cleaned some of the wounds that were healing up on my wrist. I had them..Because well I was the one who caused them. My dad...he was an alcoholic, which hell so was I in a way...but he was verbally abusive when he was drunk. I wasn't. Linda didn't really know that he'd abuse me verbally, he would never hurt me, but sometimes I feared that he'd hurt me so much mentally I'd break on the outside. And all in reality, I did. I sliced occasionally.

I then went to bed just like any normal teenager on a Sunday night. The next day, whoa, I wasn't expecting anything like it whatsoever.

The next morning I had school, it was just an average day, I walked to school which was just a little ways down the road. Surprisingly Mikey wasn't there to walk with me, maybe he was sick or went early to help the band teacher. I mean, the kid was a genius with music. I walked alone, it wasn't really a big deal though, and I've walked plenty of times by myself.

I went into the school once I reached it and casually kept walking to my locker. In every locker, there was a note for every student giving them all a new class schedule for the new semester. I had my first hour and third hour art class. I could deal with that, my free hour was sixth, so I could just hermit in the art room.

I grabbed my notebook and then turned down the hallway, school had like ten minutes until it officially started, but I wanted a table in the back row. So I wouldn't burden any of the douche bags. I went down to the hallway and to the art room and walked in. the teacher was sitting at the front desk of the room and the chair was facing the computer. I couldn't see who the new teacher was, the old art teacher retired, he was a cool old guy, but he was like ancient or something. I set my notebook down and the chair in front turned around.

Who I saw, was someone I didn't think I'd see again, it was Gerard. Yeah, Gerard. The guy I drank with, the guy who gave me a ride home two nights before. He was looking at me, his lips in the shape of an O, his hazel eyes wide. My hand actually slipped and it dragged my notebook with it. The ringed paper fell to the floor with a flutter of paper and bit of loose homework.