Your First Love - A Noco Story

Chapter 6 - Noticing

TW'S: Mentions of SH (again not in great detail 😓)

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Cody's POV:

"You've been acting really weird dude? You doing okay?" Trent asked me. We're currently in 1st period and the teacher told us to discuss some sort of scientific question.

"Being honest, no not really. But I'll survive and get over it." I responded. I thought that moving away from California and all of those kids I used to know would be good for me. But being honest it feels no different. Except here, no one is outright bullying me. So it's better in one way.

"What's go on?" Trent asked.

"Nothing I want to get into." I responded.

"If you ever need to talk I'm here." Trent said. Everyone always says that when someone is down, but they would never understand. "I know we aren't the closest ever, but I still think of you as a friend. You're also my band mate, and I don't want something bad to happen to you."

"I understand." I responded. He's a little too late, something already bad did happen. I have been self harming more the past days ever since I had done it again on Sunday. I don't know when I'll stop.

"Okay class, let's wrap up our conversations and come together to talk about what you guys discussed." Mr. Turner announced. At least Trent won't have to ask anymore questions, or offer me some sort of advice.

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Cody's POV:

Second Period. Math.

I honestly just hate math in all. I find no point in it. I hate having to have it earlier in the morning, I would rather prefer not having it at all.

I wish we were able to choose our schedules. Instead I'm stuck going;

Science
Math
Creative Writing
P.E.
Lunch
Social Studies
ELA
Spanish
Art

Occasionally band but that's after school

Do I know why I have 8 periods in a day not including lunch? I don't know. Spanish and P.E were both required classes. I didn't need to take Spanish itself, I just needed to take some sort of language and I thought Spanish was a better choice.

I don't like having to wake up and face my day, or waking up at all. Everyday is the same for me. I have no people to go out and do stuff with, I don't get invited to anything, my existence is just pointless.

The only thing adding some sort of feeling into my life is my self harm. Which is probably why I won't stop. I regret it every single time and it just adds to the constant feeling of a gaping hole in my stomach. But it's addictive.

*Bell rings*

At least I get to leave math.

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Cody's POV:

"How do you guys think we should start next chapter?" Noah asked. "Should it be like a week or two later? Or more like a day later?" Noah asked.

"Maybe the first one?" Eva questioned. Izzy was just messing around with stuff, and I was totally out of it. I don't want to make Eva and Noah do all of the work but they seem to not really care so I don't think it'll be that big to them.

"Ow! Shit Izzy!" I exclaimed out of nowhere. It was not super loud, so the teacher didn't hear us. But it did stop our whole group in their tracks.

Izzy had accidentally bumped into my arm, not even that hard. But as my scars are still healing, and probably never will as I keep adding on. It was 100 times more painful.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Cody! But I didn't think I had hit you that hard." Izzy exclaimed. She acts very insane-o, but you can tell she's actually just a nice person.

"It's fine." I responded. I noticed Eva and Noah giving each other looks. Like they were trying to confirm they were both thinking the same thing without saying it out loud.

"Hey Cody can I ask you something?" Noah asked.

"Yeah?" I responded question-ly.

"Here hold on, it's something more private." Noah said taking out a piece of paper. I feel like I can predict what's to come. Izzy isn't stupid, she's just a bit oblivious to things that others way notice better. While Noah and Eva, usually read my body language like a book.

Do you have scars on your arms? If yk what I mean.

That is what the note read. It was straight to the point I guess. I don't know how I should go about this. Be honest, or lie. I mean, not like he'd be able to help me in any way.

Yeah I do

That's all I put. I didn't want to go into a lot of detail.

I handed him back the paper after writing out my response and I can see his demeanor change a bit. He looked at Eva and some-what nodded, meaning she thought the same thing. I mean, I guess they both thought right.

Can we talk somehow? It's Thursday so I know you have your band so I'll give you my number:
###-###-####

P.S. you don't need to write anything back, so keep the paper.

I don't really know why he would want to give me his number. I don't know if he feels obliged to help me or if he's feeling some sort of empathy.

But hold on.

How does he know what days I have band? Does he pay attention to that kind of stuff? Does he pay attention to me? I'm getting confused. Maybe I can ask him soon, sometime after band practice.

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