Not Who You Think I Am...

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Cake's POV: 

Honestly, it's a pretty big miracle that I can actually survive in this school. With all the harassment and bullying I've seen and experienced, I'd say that I'm pretty hardy. But then I look at my bedroom wall, and see all the memorabilia of Loser. Now, I'm pretty sure that it was how he was my real life comfort character, who I could imagine sitting next to during the tough times that are thrown into my face. 

"Hey, Loser?" I asked him, watching him visibly snap out of his window trance. He gave me an expectant look, as I looked him in his eyes. "Thank you for sticking around with me. You know, when no one else had bothered." I finished, looking at his pink cheek because I couldn't make eye contact for the life of me. "I understand how hard it is to be alone, and I never want you to feel like you're alone." He responded, gently pushing my head to look at him. He was crying without a sound, smiling through it all in a way that I couldn't. 

"Ma had wanted me to talk about the kinda things I never really wanted to, but it's how I got famous and went on all those tours. I never had to go to schools, they said it was too boring for me." He said, looking up so slightly. I took a second, thinking about the words. It hit me like the bus we were on. "Did you just make 'Numbers' by TEMPOREX and make it sound cool and mysterious?" I laughed loudly. He giggled too, nodding enthusiastically at the idea of me getting the reference and kicking his legs around in joy. 

The bus screeched to a stop, sending chills down my spine. I hate that feeling, but I'm starting to love it because it's how Loser always makes me feel— warm and happy and safe. I guess it's just that sound, reminding me of Professor 4 screeches to get our attention. It takes a second for the class to wake up, but that's just how he works. I blinked, and half the day went by, sitting in the lunchroom with my almond butter and jelly sandwiches for company. Peanut allergies stink. 

Taco and Book were fighting again, their shrieks reigning over the noise of the large room. As I tried to ignore them, my attempts being seen as more and more futile, my savior walked into the room. Professor X scurried over timidly, taking Book away as the cafeteria silenced as quickly as she left. The only sound was the ruffling papers that Liy was sorting through, tears of no sound streaming down her face. Her scowls were so soft and yet so clear. I finished my sandwiches as the rest of the room ate quietly as well.

As the tables were dismissed, I saw Loser walk into the room, grabbing my shoulder as we passed each other. "Are you okay, buddy? If you need me I'm available for anything." He reminded me, giving the shoulder a little squeeze. I smiled, my upper lip curling. If I could blush, I'd be a bright red. Maybe it was for the best I didn't near him for a while. He could have new friends and not need me anymore. I'm just a mediocre guy who likes him. The bell rings, signaling the end of a class and a friendship.