Devon Clayriss, an 18 year old boy that is passionante about poetry, has a crush, may I say obsession with Ryan, one of his classmates. Ryan is the only thing that makes him forget about his father and his life. Will Ryan and Devon become friends...
"Dad is home. I don't care if he beats me up, but I'm going out. I have to meet up with Ryan before school. " I said as I put all of my books in my bag.
" MISTAKE! COME DOWN HERE!" Father yelled.
I ran down the stairs, in the kitchen to see what he wanted. He was probably going to insult my outfit because it is " too feminine " .
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This was my outfit. I know, it is mostly black but that is my whole wardrobe.
" WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!? WHY ARE YOUR NAILS BLACK?! " Father yelled.
I learned that if I don't answer its better so I went straight out of the door. When my father is drunk, he gets abusive. Most of my scars are from him. I'm ok though. No one sees them anyways.
Ryan pov:
I was waiting for Devon in the park near the forest, where we sat yesterday. I knew Daria, my girlfriend, will be mad but I didn't care. I suspected that she wasn't interested in me anymore, but that didn't bother me. " Here he is! " I say to myself. He looked so cute, like every time.
" H-hey Ryan! How are you ?" he said softly.
" Hello Devon! " I say as I start holding his hand. " I'm doing just fine! How about you? "
Devon pov: I had to ask him. If he was scared of me and just wanted to be known for being friends with the freak, I should know.
" You aren't scared of me, are you? " I ask, as I hold his hand thightly.
" Why would I be scared of you? " He asked.
He sounded worried. I didn't want to make him worried. I did not like making people worry about me. The nurses at the school are worried that I am way too skinny for a boy. I hate that. A few months ago, I had to take off my clothes for the weighing process. All the nurses saw my scars. All of them looked worried. I hate that look, and I certainly wouldn't want to see it on Ryan. He is too good for this world to be worrying for a weirdo like me.
" Well, everyone is. I thought you only hung out with me because you wanted to be known for being friends with the freak. " I said, holding his hand even more thinght than before.
" How could you say that!? " He says, shocked. " I would never! I hang out with you because I care about you! "
" I- I just wanted to make s-sure..." I say, cherry red. HE CARES ABOUT ME! My old habits of obssession are kicking in again. I can't control it. I love him too much. And he will love me back. I'll make sure.
Ryan pov: After that, our walk to school was pretty peaceful. We chatted about mostly anything, and I could tell he was enjoying it. We soon got to school and went to class. He wasn't feeling really good, but he did tell me that if he passes out, I should search his bag for medicine. He did pass out in the middle of class, so I excused myself and searched his bag. I found the medicine, but also found a terrifying discovery. In each of his bags' pockets, he had a polaroid of me. They were all taken from afar, from bushes or from behind walls. " I have to ask him about all of the polaroids " I said to myself, as I brought him bridal-style to the nurse. They weren't surprised. The nurses told me that they were expecting him to come. In fact, they gave him pills, but he did not take them. I waited the rest of the class since it wouldn't be worth it to go back, and then he woke up.
