Before you begin. TW: Drug use, swearing and drinking.
My mom always told me to live freely. Don't be bothered. Challenge yourself. Breathe. I can see her in the distance. Rocking back and forth in her favorite chair, singing to herself an old song she taught me years ago back when I was maybe three or four. She sang it beautifully, until she began to dissapper, disintegrate in to the bright shadows behind her. "No-MOM!" I yell trying to run but I couldn't, my feet glued to the floor. Then I awoke.
"Hey, Hey Potter calm down is only me!"
Boris was leaning over me. Smile shining on his face Almost naked, In his underwear. "Huh?" I stare him straight in the eyes. His breath smelled of blood and beer. "What do you mean 'huh' you were having nightmare Potter! Now come on get up if we don't get down the road we are going to miss the bus." he said, slapping my face a bit. Rising from the bed I look around the room. Beer bottles, bloody carpet, drugs spilt all over the floor. "Wha-what happend?" I ask Boris who's back is turned to me while he is changing. "Oh, you got high as fuck, me on other hand only drank. 'Cause school Potter," He said, turning around and patting his finger on his head. "School." I hadn't thought about it. I get changed and Boris is waiting for me outside. "Come on, I promised Kotku I would be there by 9! And its 8:57, Move your fucking ass!" He says through the window. "Okay, Okay!" I slam the front door and catch up to Boris who is struggling to open his umbrella. "Ha! You should've seen yourself last night Potter! You were like a dead fish, Lying straight down, head first in the pool! See this is why I don't get high on school nights." I nudge him with my elbow. "That is such a lie. You just didn't get high because you're meeting up with Kotku." "Part of that is the truth, but you see it is unhealthy." Boris blabbers sarcastically.
The walk to school was long. My legs burned after. "We should have just skipped it. There is no use in coming here if we have to learn for only 5 fucking hours." I say looking up at Boris. But he wasn't looking back at me. No. He was looking at Kotku. The dream girl he has been in love with. I don't know his love life. They could be dating. "What took you so long I was waiting here for forever." Kotku says putting her hands on Boris' chest and fixing his coat. Romantic. I know. "Well I am sorry, He doesn't know how to get ready fast enough." Boris says fixing his eyes onto mine. Kotku stares at me like a wolf ready to attack. "Come on, lets go in." I say nudging my head towards the door.
We walk into the school. Brightly colored. God. They never changed it. Behind me I can hear Boris and Kotku talking to each other saying how sexy each other are. Bullshit, I know. I can't stand they way they look at each other. Like dogs with their owners, I hate it. Boris was supposed to look at me like that. Love me. Say all the stuff he says to Kotku to me, AND HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE KOTKU THAT MUCH. I bet he is using her for drugs.
In class was the worst part. Boris used to sit by me in the back. Now he is sitting in the front with K.T. and Kotku. And only for civics though. The rest of the time when Kotku isn't around its always Kotku this- or Kotku that-
Walking back to Boris' from the bus: "Did you hear about K.T. new party? She invited me and you- I bet we all are going to have lots of fun, Of course Kot-" I cut him off "Boris! Stop it please! I don't want to hear anything about Kotku! You can go to your dumb party alone, I'm not going." I yell and hit him hard with my shoulder. I feel the tears drip down my face my eyes get red. I get to my house and slam the door and lock it. "Hey kiddo, why do you look so mad?" Xandra asks. I go to my room and slam myself on my bed. I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, But maybe not just him. Its all of them their whole little gang. I hate it. I hate myself. Seeing my own room reminds me of him. His clothes on the floor, His underwear, The bottles, The drugs, He said he wanted to stay with me forever. He promised. Forever
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FanficTheo is in love with Boris. No Doubt about it. But he doesn't know how to tell him. His chocolate brown eyes and his dark curly hair. He wants to stop thinking about him. But his doesn't want to fall out of love. The moon. It makes him think of his...
