Her Butterfly Effect

Level 3: The boy with no name

I feel that in this chapter it is only right to give our new friend a name. You remember right? The loud, unbothered boy. We will call him Aspen. He was a tall fellow, who never worked out but was mighty strong. Brown skin and green eyes. He identified as being bisexual.

BUT WHAT ABOUT OUR CHARACTER? THE BOY WITH NO NAME...

Aspen was known to have many friends and so happened to take the same classes as him. They weren't very good at communicating with each other. One day an argument had broken out in the library. Two girls fighting over one guy. There were words said, punches thrown, a friendship broken. To him it was a waste of time, sad but a waste of time, besides, Why would you fight over someone who doesn't even love you in the first place? If you cannot choose between your first and the second lover, choose the second because if you loved the first one, there would be no need for the second. After the girls were escorted out of the library and all the adults in the library including Mr Smith ran out to watch the drama, because lets face the fact that teachers love being the ones who shout at us for not being able to come out of our seats to watch whatever is going on outside while they get to go out and gather all the satisfying drama, a book suddenly fell on him. He looked up only to find that Aspen had been throwing his behind in a circle which he then got to excited about and had fallen into one of the tables, allowing all the books to go up in the air. One of them landing on him.

"How stupid? How immature? How, how could? What is wrong with that boy?", he thought to himself. "A bond was just broken and two people, girls just got humiliated by each other in front of everyone. How is that funny? How could you start dancing? Doesn't it make you think about how you would never want that to happen between you and your friend."

During the course of that month he found himself continuously bumping into Aspen. Aspen had been trying to get his attention, to provoke him, to talk to him for some odd reason. He hated it. He knew that he and Aspen would never become friends until that one evening when he saw Aspen crying afterschool. For once he began to see some sort of emotion of sadness and worry come from Aspen. He didn't know whether to walk right past him or to stop and ask if he was okay. He debated it in his mind every step he took and as he got closer and closer he soon realised the had walked right past. That's okay, Aspen can surely cheer himself up, but no, no, no the human in him, seeing he had become a robot with all his learning and packed up school schedule forcing him to push two assignments in four days and have a speech memorised by Friday, turned back. He sat down.

"Are you okay? Did someone slap you? Are you in trouble?" he asked.

" Well, lets just say I might not have a place to sleep tonight", Aspen replied.

(And without having to say another word Aspen told him everything)

" I thought I could trust her. I thought after all we have been through in primary school she would never do this to me. You see I'm not bisexual, I am homosexual. I find other men attractive. The other night when she asked me to go with her to the club I bailed at the last moment. The other day when she came late to class I snitched and told Mrs Imaan what her real reason was. I've been hiding her weed and replacing her drinks with non-alcoholic stuff and last night I was caught red-handed. She went to the bathroom at Jazz's house and I swapped her drug with the normal antibiotic, and when she took it after a few minutes she pretended to be on a high. Everyone knew she was lying because they saw me swap the pills and they all laughed at her. It wasn't even that bad and I don't know why she took it to this extent. She threatened to tell my whole family that I'm gay. You see I'm just trying to do what is best for her. She shouldn't be wasting her life drinking and smoking and trying to get a guy who mind you, doesn't even care that she is failing her terms or almost fell into a river and drowned..."

Aspen said more but he was too stunned to speak. He had never misread a person before. Here he was judging Aspen who was, yes, still the opposite from him but at the same time a good person. He didn't get drunk or high, he didn't practice the things he surrounded himself with. For once he saw Aspen as something more than just annoying and loud. He knew that it was a defense mechanism to keep his mind away from the troubles at home. I mean coming out of the closet is not always the easiest thing to do and not all mothers react the same way.