High School Never Ends

Chapter Two

I was lucky to have Alfred in most of my classes most of the time. This was not most of the time, this was the .0009% of the time that I couldn't stand it. So without any trouble I got out of school during lunch and took the public bus home, which would become such an incredibly stupid idea, considering the only person home would be Ali, who would not be happy to see me after I drank all of his beer and much less happy that I was home from school a bit too early. I didn't care, and I realized I have a bad habit of pissing other people off when I'm pretty pissed off or angry.

"Ali, I'm home." I stated and put my backpack right next to the door.

"Look who's home early." Alister rolled his eyes, "Are you planning on apologizing?"

"Nope." I said, getting a text from Alfred at that moment, he was asking where I was and why I cut school. He was worried about me and I really started to wonder what I told him to get him this upset.

"You asshole." He said, "Mum was up late last night crying, worried sick about you. She has done nothing to deserve this behavior from you." He was trying to guilt trip me, and it sort of worked. At the mention of mum I felt a pang of guilt hit me. He took my silence as a sign I was ready for him to continue with his lecture, "I don't know what has gotten into you as of late, but I will tell you this, you little shit, make her cry one more time and I will honest to God kick your petty ass to the moon, you understand me?" and I nodded, I shouldn't be taking this out on mum, it's not fair to her or to any of my siblings, so I walked into my room and fell onto my bed, staring at the ceiling until I felt myself drift off.

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It was a beautiful day, where Alfred and I were hanging out and enjoying each other's company. It was a beautiful day, the sky was almost as beautiful as Alfred's eyes.
Almost.
We were on a date, a picnic in a local park, it was pretty odd, not one other person was at the park except me and Alfred. We were eating sandwiches that Alfie had prepared for us and sipping the perfect lemonade when all of a sudden Alfred chuckles and glanced over at me.
"You know, you look beautiful right now."
And I blushed and looked over at him, smiling a true, genuine smile, "Not as beautiful as you are, I'm afraid." And Alfred smiled and pressed his lips against mine and we kissed for awhile and it was absolutely perfect.  'This is a dream.' I thought and pushed Alfred off of me, and then, just as quick as I pushed him away, he was gone.

I woke up crying. The dream I had just felt all too real, the rejection of Alfred never loving me back hit me like a cinder block. It was the kind of crying where you can't speak and you can't breathe right and you wind up making these wired animal sounds instead of forming logical sentences.

My mum must of heard me because she came running into my room, "Arthur, sweety, what's wrong?" I shook my head and hugged my pillow, so she came and sat on the edge of my bed, petting my head and wiping away my tears until I was ready to talk.
But I don't think I'd ever be able to talk about Alfred, not to her, not to anyone. And for fear of her asking me about it I cried, so I did the logical thing. I cried myself to sleep.
Besides, there's no remedy for a broken heart now, is there?
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A/N: Shorter than I'd originally hoped for, but this seemed like a good place to stop. So tell me what you think in the comments!