Romantic homicide♡

Chapter 1

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Please give me feedback on the story!! This is the first fanfic I've ever wrote, so excuse if I'm the grammar isn't the best.

River has always wondered why people looked at him weird in school. Maybe it was that be would wear band shirts from the 80s or that almost everyone in the school thought he was dating his best friend. He constantly had to remind everyone that he wasn't gay. He wasn't a faggot. As his dad had always said "I would never raise a faggot, it's a sin and it's disgusting. Gay people are just a bunch of fairies anyway." Of course, River always listened to his dad, scared he would get hurt if he didn't. But he didn't agree with what his dad was saying, it hurt him to see his dad say all that stuff.

But today River had to hide everything his dad said to him, and the bruises on his arm from the summer nights his drunken mother came home late, from stupid party's so she could relive the teenage years she didn't get. He had to hide the summer depression and stupid thought in his head so he could be normal. Normal is what he always said he was. He wasn't gay he was normal and he swore on that.

   The first day of school was always the weirdest, having to learn a path to every new class and see kids you didn't over the summer, interacting with people you don't like, and hoping your teachers weren't complete assholes. But while the first day of school wasn't always the best, the morning immediately brightened when he saw Santiago, his best friend, a good friend. That's all they were, good friends. And he didn't want to be anything else.

  Santiago Immediately ran up to him with a big smile on his face, he wore an oversized hoodie that he stole from River a while ago, a few weeks back actually, and a pair of beige cargo shorts. "River! Hey dude, I haven't seen you all summer what where you doing?" He said with a Bright look on his face. God his eyes are so fucking pretty, River thought to himself before pushing the thought away so he wouldn't think about it. "Oh hey, sorry for not calling, I've been traveling a lot." Lie, that whole sentence was a lie, he knew damn well he sat in his bed rotting all summer, doing absolutely nothing at all.

   "That's ok, I have been to, just visiting family and stuff you know?" He spoke in a quieter voice, calming himself down from seeing River again after 2 months of not hanging out with him. "Yea I know, thanks for understanding." River spoke in the same tone as Santiago, matching his energy so he didn't think anything was wrong. Santiago spoke again. "Hey, what's your first class? Maybe we can walk together!" After the conversation of trying to figure out where their classes were, they walked their separate ways and went to class.

   River tried to focus on class. He tried to focus on what the teacher was saying in front of him but he just couldn't. He couldn't and it bothered him. A feeling rose in his stomach like a giant black hole appeared to take away everything in his body and fill his mind with thoughts he tried to push away. He quickly raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom, almost running there before slowing himself.

  Once he got into a bathroom that was nearby, he swiftly shit the door behind him and pulled the lock so no one could get in. He fell to the ground with a thump, and started to feel warm tears fall from his eyes. He didn't know why he felt like this, he wasn't supposed to feel this. It's was wrong. He knew that Santiago would never feel the same, he would call him a freak, a fairy, and he couldn't bear to lose his best friend, they had known each other for so long that it would be almost impossible to live without him. So he pushed these feelings away, masking them with texts over the phone about hot actresses and pretty models, hoping these thoughts would go away.

Though he could only hope.