Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 2

Brandon's POV

I liked being at home because I usually go unnoticed, for the most part and I can wear my flower crowns as I pleased. My mom likes my flower crowns, she says that they make me look like a handsome prince, however, my dad doesn't understand why I wear them- I think he wants me to be more manly and athletic like my older brother, Shane. Shane and I don't talk much unless he's giving me a hand-me-down of something and he treats me just as any older brother treats their younger sibling.

My sisters liked my flower crowns just as much as my mom, sometimes they ask me to make them for them, and of course, I do. They wear the crowns better than I do, honestly.

I usually spent my time at home listening to music and making flower crowns (if I had the flowers), it was quite occupying and I enjoyed it. Sometimes my sisters would give me prettier flowers to make the crowns instead of the dandelions I picked out of the yard. I wish I could wear those crowns to school because when I put them on my head, I felt powerful, like a king, but I knew I would just be made fun of and eventually the crown would be torn from my head and destroyed, similar to my dignity.

I hummed happily as I weaved the stems of the dandelions I found in our yard together. I forgot about the fact that lunch was an awful experience, and figured that life wasn't that bad, at least I had some people who looked after me, like Ronnie for example, who generously gave me his shirt.

****

I would go to bed with a positive mentality, and would keep it. Until I arrived at school.

There would be times where I couldn't find Ronnie, Dave or Mark after getting off my bus, but a group of my bullies would find me.

This would be the case. Again.

This time it was Andrew and a kid named Jesse. I don't really see Jesse as one of my bullies, I think he's really a nice guy, but is just one of those kids who go along with everything their friends say.

"Hey Flowers!" Andrew shouted, running up in front of me.

I basically crumbled, knowing that I wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Look at this faggot, Jesse, I think he's crying," Andrew laughed.

"I'm not crying," I growled through clenched teeth, looking away from them.

"What the fuck did you just say, fag?" Andrew snapped, pushing me back.

"I said, I'm not crying!" I shouted back, my voice cracking.

Suddenly I was picked off my feet by my armpits. I kicked and screamed as Andrew and Jesse carried me to the nearest dumpster. They threw me in cold-heartedly, and for a moment I didn't want to crawl out because a couple of tears had escaped from my eyes.

After pulling myself back together, I crawled over a couple of boxes to get out.

"Hey! What the fuck, is that Brandon?!" I heard Dave's familiar voice shout in my direction.

With a grunt, I jumped down from the dumpster and looked up in time to see the guys running towards me.

"What were you doing in the dumpster?!" Dave exclaimed, straightening out my clothes for me.

"What the fuck do you think I was doing in the dumpster?" I snarled, allowing him to dust me off. "Andrew and one of his friends threw me in." I was on the edge of falling apart. I could feel the lump in my throat and my bottom lip trembling.

"Whoa, Brandon, it's okay," Dave comforted softly.

I burst out in tears and cried into his chest. "Fuck, Dave, I'm such a loser! How can I just let people push me around like that?!"

"Dude, hey, it's alright, you're not a loser," Dave soothed.

"Yes I am! I'm fuckin' crying into one of my only friend's chest right now!" I hiccuped.

Dave grabbed me by the shoulders and stared into my eyes, "Brandon, you have every right to fall apart, you being treated like trash- literally."

"I just wish it would stop," I whispered.

Suddenly all three of them had me in a bear hug, I felt like all my dignity was completely gone.

Abby's POV

I saw Brandon again, but this time it wasn't during English, it was at lunch. I rarely saw him during lunch, usually he would just casually walk out the door.

When he wasn't casually exiting the building, he was sitting alone at a table. God, I felt so bad for him, every time I saw him alone I wanted to just plunk myself next to him, but of course I would never do it because I would be sitting next to Bradly (my brother. I don't think I've mentioned his name).

He was sitting alone again, this time he didn't even have a lunch, he just sat there with his head down in his arms.

Bradly noticed that I was staring, "ah, poor guy," he said simply.

"We should sit with him," I suggested.

"Hell no, I can't be seen with him, the team will fuck me up."

My heart sunk, and it occurred to me that Bradly was only going to be nice to one loser, and that was me.

****

Brandon acted fairly normal during English, quiet and uninterested. We had so much in common during that class, but it wasn't enough to form a bond.

Brandon's POV

I met up with the guys after school and we sat in the grass where there was a good bundle of dandelions. I carefully picked them out of the ground and intertwined them together to form a flower crown.

It was peaceful until Andrew walked up to us.

"Why do guys hang out with this gaylord anyway?" He snorted at the guys, "oh right, 'cause you're all as gay as him."

"Fuck off, man," Ronnie growled.

"Oh sorry, am I interrupting your guy's foursome?"

"I am so sick of your mouth!" Mark suddenly snapped, pushing Andrew back.

Andrew was a bit startled, but was quick to return to being a prick, "oh, so now the talking tree is going to preach to me?"

Mark slugged him in the jaw and soon it was a full out brawl.

"Yeah! Fucking wreck his shit, Mark!" Dave encouraged.

"No! Stop, Mark!" I whined.

It surprised me that Mark could pack the punches that he swung at Andrew. He such a soft guy, but there was no doubt he was winning this fight.

Mark was definitely looking to get as much as he could out of the trouble he was going to get in. With one upper-cut to the jaw, Andrew was completely knocked unconscious.

"That-a-boy, Markus!" Dave clapped.

Mark wiped the blood off his face to look around. A crowd had formed and they were all staring at him in horror. To put a cherry on top of everything, he spit in Andrew's face before storming off.

Long story-short, Mark was suspended for two weeks and Andrew was suspended for two days, but thankfully was too fucked up to do anything physically to me when he got back.