Savior

Happy Fucking Birthday

(TW : s/a and attempted murder)

School has been going quite well. All of my fears of sitting near or working with Eddie have almost fully faded away over the past few weeks. I think we are actually becoming friends almost. Sure, he has his little quirks about him, like loving Dungeons and Dragons a little too much, and he is extremely passionate about metal music and his band. He told me about his guitar, I think he might actually have a sexual relationship with it the way he talks about it, calling it his sweetheart and all. From what I learned that night at the party and from random conversations with him, he does, in fact, sell drugs. He swears he only smokes cigarettes and weed, though, but I can't be too sure since he carries a lot of more dangerous things with him for sale. I can't hate the guy for smoking, though, even I used to on occasion back home.

We're in my room, working on our science project together, trying to figure out what the best things would be to help clean up after an oil spill. What has the best oil absorbency, and what can break it down the fastest and safest.

"Eddie, come on, this is due on Friday!" I playfully yelled at him as he laid on my bedroom floor, playing with a ball of hair we were using to absorb some of the motor oil we were working with.

"Hm, you know what else is Friday?" He asked as he sat up, placing the ball of hair into the cup of oily water.

"Your barbers appointment?" I teased. He shook his head of frizzy curls and squinted his eyes at me.

"No, that's never going to happen." he said with a grin.

"I don't know, tell me?" I asked. Friday is my birthday, but I never told him that, so he can't possibly be talking about it.

"Isn't Friday, October twenty-four, 1968, your birthday?" He smirked as he leaned a little closer. My jaw dropped at his words.

"How did you know my birthday, Eddie?"

"I saw it on your first day. It was printed on your paperwork." He nodded, proud of himself for remembering.

"You're such a freak, you know that?" I laughed at him as I poked the ball of hair in the cup with a stick, pulling it out with a pair of long tweezers to see how much of the oil remained in the water.

He sat back, noticeably hurt a bit by my words. "It's not the first time someone's called me that and meant it." he said quietly.

"Eddie. I- I'm sorry, I was just kidding. I didn't mean it. I swear!" I dropped what I was doing and moved closer to him. I'm still afraid to lay a hand on him ever again after the first science class, but more because I still have those memories fresh in my head about Christian.

"It's fine. Listen, It's getting late and we have school in the morning so I'm gonna go." He said as he stood. I looked up at him and then my clock, realizing it was actually pretty late, 11:32 pm. to be exact.

"Alright, I'll walk you out." I said as I stood, feeling terrible about hurting his feelings unintentionally.

We walked silently to the door, I could feel a tear roll down my cheek as he opened it to leave.

"Eddie, I really am sorry." I said with a sniffle. He turned to look at me as he heard me start to cry.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." He wiped away my tear before he walked out toward his van. I stood in the doorway, watching him leave. The guilt building in my heart.

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Monday morning peeked its head. I woke up and got ready for school. I can't wait to see Eddie and hopefully get him to understand that I really didn't mean what I said. At least not in the way that he took it.