Trauma [Solangelo]

Cat out of the Bag

NICO POV

It was the next morning and I was so excited to see Will again after yesterday. We had so much fun together at the mall!

I climbed out of bed and did my usual morning routine before heading down stairs. Hazel was already up making eggs for herself.

"You're up early," she noted while taking the cooked egg out of the pan and moving it to her plate.

I just shrugged in response.

"So the clinic called today with an update on mom. Apparently she's doing pretty bad so she's gonna have to stay there for longer than expected. Dad might come home to check on us but I don't know for sure," Hazel stated as she began to eat.

"So I guess it's just gonna be the two of us for quite awhile."

After we got everything ready, we drove to school. The care ride felt so long when in reality, it was only ten minutes. I just could not wait to see Will again.

Once Hazel parked, we walked into the school building and soon parted to get to our lockers.
Whispers permeated the halls as I walked by. I was usually in the latest gossip, but today it seemed like something big had happened and I didn't know what.

Stares of confusion and disgust followed me as I finally reached my locker. As I began twisting the lock, a blanket of shadows covered me. I turned around to see Octagon and his gang all smirking down at me.

"Umm can I help you?" I asked bewildered.

"I don't know, can you....fag?" He whispered the last part so low that only he and I could here it.
I could feel my heart beat escalating swiftly.

They know, I thought.

Octagon saw how anxious I was and triumphantly smirked. "Fag," he said again, this time loud enough for all of his gang to here.

I just stood, petrified. "Nico Di Angelo is a fag!" He half yelled. The sentence echoed throughout the halls as every pair of eyes averted their eyes from whatever they were doing to me.

My worst nightmare had come true. I honestly wanted to burst into tears but I managed to keep it together.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I muttered.

"Really? Then what's this?" He slowly pulled out his phone and opened Instagram. There, on his phone screen, were the pictures from the photo booth.

I stupidly smacked the phone out of his hand. Quicker than you can say "bob", two hands latched themselves onto my neck, strangling me.

I couldn't think. It felt like everything had just hit me all at once. Everyone knew. Everyone knew.

I stood still by my locker, unable to defend myself.

Sadly, a teacher came running down the halls yelling for Octagon to let me go and he obeyed. I just wanted to die right then and there.

In my blurry vision, I could just make out a tall boy sprinting towards me.

"Oh my gods, Nico!" a concerned southern accent said.

"You two are disgusting!" Octogan yelled as he was accompanied by the teacher into the principal's office.

Another teacher came and told everyone to go to class. People reluctantly left the scene.

Two warm arms wrapped themselves around my body.

Even though the warmth soothed me, all I could think about was, "everyone knows."

Well it's been awhile since I updated. A few months. You can honestly thank KamikazeReeeeeee69 because they are the one that asked me to update. Also I would really appreciate if you guys voted on all of my chapters. It really helps get the story out there and it makes me happy to see that people like the chapters. But if you don't like a certain chapter, you don't have to vote because then I know which chapters are good and which are not.

Who do you think posted the pictures on Instagram?

Toodles,
—Kat😽

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