Stupid Story Stuff

We Never Needed School

(GET READY FOR THE CRAPPIEST THING YOU'VE EVER READ)
(Also based on the picture just not exactly.)
Patrick wasn't bad at socializing. Nor was he bad at making friends. The thing was, everyone didn't want to talk to him, or even glance at him. When everyone would walk by him they pretended like he wasn't even there.
Why you may be asking?
Because Patrick liked boys.
And this shouldn't be a problem, many people are gay and they don't get bullied. The thing is, Patrick's school is FULL of stuck up jerks.

Just one of the perks of being in the most poor and crappy school in Idaho.
He tried to not look like a total loser. He tried his best to act like he was totally like everyone else.
But that is just impossible.
One particular day was really bad.
He got beat up. But why was that different then any other day? He got beat up a lot. Almost every other day. But today, he was bleeding multiple places.
His mouth, his head, and somewhere around his stomach area. It was bad. As you can imagine, all bloodied up, you won't look so good.
He was lying on the ground. Just great. He was trying to regain some composure when he heard a gasp.
It was the counselor.
(Sorry but I switched to Patrick's POV. It would have been weird if the intro had been in first person anyway the way I had wanted it to start.)
"Oh my goodness Patrick, are you ok?!?!?"
She didn't care. It's obviously her job. It's surprising how much these teachers and staff get paid. Which, now that I think about it, is probably the reason this school doesn't have any money.
"Im fine."
Here, we can go to the nurse and have your parents pick you up. "
"Ok."
It's not like the nurse will care either.
I didn't argue though. I walk into the nurse's office after a long limp from the other side of the school. I told Miss Newberry I could handle the walk alone, mostly because I wanted to cry on the way there. (Yes her name is Miss Newberry) I see that the nurse is on a call. After she gets off the call she takes a good look at me.
"Patrick, you hit yourself again?" the only reason she said that is cause everytime I'm forced to go here, I tell the nurse that I slipped and hit my face on a door. She just thinks I'm clumsy. Not to say that's a lie.
"Yes M'am."
The phone starts ringing again. Couldn't care less who keeps calling her.
"Just a second Patrick, you can go wait in the other room. "
I nod and go through the door to the waiting room.
I see a boy who I've never seen before.
Dark skin, black hair, black and white striped long-sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans, stretched out and sleeping on the cushions. His belly slightly revealed. He looks kinda cute.
Ew, I have no idea who this boy is, I'm such a creep. (AND IM A WEIRDOOooOO) There was only one couch there too. Just great again. The couch was lined up across the the side of the room with a small table to the left front side of the room.
I take a seat.
Apparently this wakes up the boy, he slowly wakes up, rubbing his eyes, I internally start to panic. He sits up and takes a good look at me, "Hello," he says with some sort of confidence.
He smiles at me but that smile suddenly turns into curiosity and concern. "What happened to you?" I haven't actually seen myself in the mirror, but I bet you it's not a pretty sight. "I just got hit, o-on a door, I'm kind of clumsy."
"Tell me about it, you look really badly hurt."
I don't know if I should feel insulted. I have no idea what I should say and I'm bracing myself for some awkward silence, but I quickly find something. "Why are you here?" He takes a second to respond, "I skinned my arm." He is still studying my beaten up face. He gets a little closer to me.
"You know, that doesn't look like you hit yourself by running into a door, it looks like you got hit only in a specific area."
Oh god, I'm starting to loose myself, I thought letting it out on the way here would be fine.
Apparently I was wrong.
I sense a tear falling from my face.
Oh god, I hate everything.
I'm looking down, but all of a sudden I feel arms around me. "Do you want to talk about it? I know I don't know you, but you seem like someone who doesn't deserve whatever happened to you."
"I got beat up."
He hugs me even tighter somehow.
I haven't gotten hugged in a long time.
I don't remember the last time I was.
"To make things not as awkward my name is pete," he says still cradling me, "what's yours?"
"Patrick." My super shaky voice probably sounds pathetic.
"I don't think I've heard your name before, I'm a senior."
"Im a freshman, my bullies have always followed me to all of my schools."
"Do you want to tell me who your bullies are?"
I have a feeling he's going to make a big deal out of it so I shake my head.
After a couple of minutes we learn a bit about each other. Turns out we are pretty much the same. I've warmed up to this Pete guy a bit enough to where I dont mind his arm using my sholder as an arm rest. After a solid 20 seconds of silence after talking he looks a little strange. I can't pin point what he might be feeling but after a bit of staring at him he speaks up.
"Can I try something?"
Now he looks really flustered. Like there's butterflies in his stomach.
"Um ok."
And suddenly, his lips crash into mine.
It ends briefly leaving me stunned and Pete terrified. "Th-Th-That was a mistake I'm so s-sorry," He chokes on his words.
It took a bit of prossessing for me to find out what I was going to do next, and build up the courage for it. "Don't sweat it," I remarked and barely got to see the look on Pete's disoriented face before I grab his face and slam his lips into mine again.
He reciprocates with a smile I can feel on on his mouth. And to think it only takes twenty minutes to feel something so strongly for someone else.
We break the kiss and smile at each other shyly.
All of a sudden we here the nurse call Pete to come get picked up.
I feel extremely anxious and already disappointed about his awaiting disappearence, but suddenly he's frantically looking through his backpack. When he finds what he needs, which is a notepad and pen, he jots something down and gives the paper to me. Just has he heads for the door, he gives me a wink, "To finish off what we started," he says, then I watch him go as my face gets extremely warm. I finally look down at the paper and see his phone number. I immediately smile.
Finally a reason to live.

(This is really short, might make it better later anyway, thank you Paulette, and thank you anyone who at least took a chance on this.)

GOOOOOODBYYYYYEEEEEEEEE)