Radiant Blaze - BlazaFor1

Part III - Invitation From a... Friend?

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{Blaza PoV}

I sighed, only five hours left.

"Five hours. I can do this. I can do this. I... nevermind."

Yeah, that confidence was quickly shut down when the lunch hour finally came by. My friends walked up to the tree I was sitting against and violently shook me, easily catching my attention. They all sat around me, laughing at my reaction to being jolted back to reality.

"So, how's your boyfriend~?"

Boyfriend? What were they on about-

"Yeah, brave of you to just pick up the new kid like that."

Of course. Of course they were talking about that stupid new kid. I don't even remember their name! "Fuck off you assholes. Not my fault I know how to be a decent human being."

"Seriously? You're acting like you haven't been fawning over him!"

"I told him where his classes were, how is that fawning?"

"Don't think we don't notice how different you are around him!"

"Yeah, I'm not mean to everyone. 'Specially not someone who's already having a hard time." I glared at Sam when I said that, just throwing a little more attitude in the mix. Listen, I'm not a great person, but at least I know where to direct it.

"When's the wedding!?"

That was it. I was done. I grabbed my book off the grass and hit one of them in the head with it before walking away. I'd find somewhere else to read, that tree was wet anyway. Now irritated, I sat down against the brick of the school walls and opened my book, letting my eyes skim the words and process the words. There was always a sense of comfort I received from reading, mainly because it was as if I was in my own little world. Away from this... bleak reality.

If I was given the chance, I'd choose living a life of adventure over being a high schooler. Maybe the world would seem better if I saw worse on a daily basis, but then again that could also make mundane tasks seem so irrelevant and ignorant to do.

Enough dwelling on stupid fantasies, I took out my sketchbook and decided to draw out what I thought the characters from the book would look like. I liked the fact that I had complete freedom over the way they looked, because it was one of the few things I had control over anymore. Maybe it was the only thing. Maybe... I didn't even have control over it-

The rain started again. As a raindrop navigated down to my nose and dripped onto the page, I decided that I should go back inside. Sadly that little piece of freedom was cut short. When I stood up, I sheltered both the sketchbook and the book under my jacket until I was under the awning.

Normally, the rest of the day I could manage to go largely unbothered, but for some reason today my friends seemed really... protective? But not in a good way, like they were dragging me away from having any kind of choice in what I did. What really caught me off guard was when I was trying to get back to my locker and saw them cornering someone. I couldn't see what they were doing exactly, but the blood dripping and spilling onto the floor said enough.

"Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my fucking problem. Don't get involved, don't do anything, you don't need to. Someone else will. Don't get yourself involved, stay out of it. Not my problem."

I stood there for a while, eventually snapping out of it and simply hurriedly walking away. I felt terrible, but it wasn't my place to do anything. Especially since I didn't really know how to defend myself, and due to a lack of physical activity, I was probably weak. To add to that, I had no drive to hurt anyone even if it was for justice. It felt wrong to give someone physical pain when you have no idea what mental or emotional pain they're going through, even if they're a terrible person.