Are We Too Young For This?

8.

Is he really going to risk his perfect attendance just to find the boy he had hurt? He took him home to meet his mom, he took him to his room, Sage told him to go to sleep but he hadn't told him to go or stay or where to sleep....Was it really Sage's fault...? The boy who had always been by his lonesome suddenly going to the house of a boy he had just met that day...He had already been called a fag in front of everybody, then the boy who had stopped him from punching Ace in the face suddenly calling him that after they had shared kissed....After, unfortunately, meeting his father...After sharing his special spot by the lake.....What had he done..? Sage had been nothing but nice to him....well...his definition of nice. His thoughts racing through his head, his heart pounding like never before and yet he hasn't moved a muscle, so much adrenaline running through his veins he shakes his head, so, was he really going to ruin his life long streak of perfect attendance...? Yes, yes he was. Pushing the door open with full force he runs out the building without looking back for even a second, not worrying about other students, not worrying about prefects, just about him and Sage. Sprinting through the woods that surrounds the prison they call Brounxton High, he takes his glasses off, shoving them in his pocket as all he can see is Sage, Sage was his priority, Sage was his only thought, yet if this was true why would he hurt him in the first place, he would probably still be with him, Bane cares for Sage right? So why do this..? What? Just because he got his feeling hurt from getting his precious necklace taken away...? Just because his mom found out his little secret before he was ready..? It wasn't Sage's fault, nothing was, it was all his own, Bane's, yet he let Sage take the damage for it all. Speeding through mud and leaves with every step he took, Bane made it to Sage's little hang out spot only to stop the moment his feet hit the sand. Sage wasn't there, standing there in horror Bane looked all around in desperation only hoping Sage was somewhere, where else could he be? His chest quickly rising and falling, soon turning into short and fast breaths as his vision started to go blurry. He stumbled to a rock, and sat down closing his eyes and covering his face, the feeling of worry washing over him like a storm cloud over horizon, looking down with angry eyes with its deep grey color just ready to create a storm. Yet there was nothing, the skies were actually clear and not a cloud in sight, it was him, he let the storm go, and it rained upon Sage, the person who never deserved any of this. Opening his eyes and looking up he could see clear again, well to his best ability, noticing hes sitting on the rock he had sat on when Sage first took him here. Sage, Sage, Sage, Bane keeps connecting everything to him, even things that are irrelevant, standing up and walks through the woods for a while and out into the street, there is only one other option, its his house, but fuck, what if his father finds out, what if his father sees him and Sage isn't there to save him this time..i mean hes just getting what he deserves right..? He will get to feel what Sage had to go through just for protecting him, just for bringing him home and into his room. Experiencing what Sage grew up with... The sun beaming down, heating up the concrete yet it was still kind of cold. Soon making it to his house he takes a deep breathe, there is absolutely no way he was going to go and knock on the door, I doubt that Sage would even answer anyway so, he went to his window,. First lightly tapping on it, hoping for a response only to be met with the sound of cars passing by and the leaves rolling around him. Tapping once more, but harder, he begins to hold his breath, rubbing his hands together as his anxiety just gets more and more severe, Nothing. Leaving no choice and just in complete desperation, he places his hands on the window and pushes it up, running and leaping, pulling himself through the window into his room, listening to his feet quietly hit the hardwood floor. Seeing the mess that was of his room, nothing has changed since they left together, meaning he hasn't came home, he was never here. Rubbing his face he lets out a heavy sigh, sitting on his bed just examining the room, there is nothing he can do but wait. Wait for Sage to come home, Wait for Sage to hear is explanation and his apology. Though he had just sat down, he then rises back on his feet, grabbing the pulling the mess of dirty clothes off his bed and onto the floor, maybe leaving him with some sort of surprise will help....? Fixing his bed sheets that had come off the corners, and sorting through his clothes, there was no way in hell he would leave that room, so he just neatly folded his clothes and placed them back on the bed, though wearing them many times and not washing them, they don't really smell to bad. Guess Sage takes care of himself to some extent, finding several sticks of deodorant and 3 bottles of pretty expensive cologne Bane just nods as he is impressed Sage could afford that many colognes. Cleaning his desk and sorting through everything, Bane actually manages to get his room clean the best he could....things were sorted, clothes were folded, all that was left was under his bed, the part he dread most. Going down onto his knees and sticking his hand under he starts to push everything out only to be met with a bunch of empty alcohol bottles and only a few vapes of various flavors that seem to have been there for ages. Bane just sits there and stares, are these his father's..? they couldn't be..why would he have them, this kid is only....Bane stops and thinks, still not knowing his age he just lets out a heavy yet frustrated sigh. So young and throwing his life away, disappointing, it truly is..what the hell is he going to do with a bunch of glass bottles and vapes           that he doesn't even wanna touch. He has managed to find an empty trash bag, seems like Sage grabbed it in attempts to clean his room but just never got to it. Bane takes it and opens it up, first cleaning the wrappers and chip bags he has laying around, along with the pieces of the broken posters.  What is wrong with this kid, all the trash, the bottles, and god the bloody tissues...just because he has an abusive father doesn't mean you can be a shitty person right..? All the things this kid is doing to himself.. for what, hes throwing away his life before it has even started and he seems to be enjoying it. Just shoving the bottles under the bed he puts the bag of trash in the corner of Sage's room. He'll like this right..? right?