Sterling's Home For Troubled Boys

Chapter 6

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. I'm cooked. COOKED. Ultra mega fucking cooked. I'm burnt. I'm fucking FRIED.

How the actual fuck am I gonna get through this dinner? Meals? Mandatory? The fuck kind of rule is that? 3 meals a day is totally fucking unnecessary. (A/N: Guys please don't take what he's saying rn seriously, please eat regularly)

I'm so fucking scared. What the fuck am I supposed to do!? I'm gonna cry. How the fuck am I going to do this? Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. Shiiiiiittt

I'm so fucking cooked.

Wait hold up, I have an idea...
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Who the fuck am I kidding, no the fuck I don't.

Before I can think about anything else, a loud knock interrupts my train of thought before swinging open. My head snaps to the direction of the door and there stands the guy from earlier.

Before I can say anything, his voice (which is now louder then before), floods into my ears.

"You can't get out of this if that's what's taking you so long. Just come to the dining room so we can all eat, we never start eating without someone, so you're just stalling." His words come out a bit harsh, and I see a small bit of guilt flash on his face, which disappeared as fast as it came.

I don't really know what to say, so I just nod my head. He stares at me for a couple of seconds, looking at me as if I was slow, a few more seconds pass before he starts talking again "Then...what are you waiting for?", he asks, his tone slightly confused.

"Huh?" I ask, also confused as fuck. "I came here to get you for dinner" He says.

Oh. He was here to get me, not to tell me to hurry up.

"Oh..." I say quietly, not really knowing what to say or do. I hear a slightly irritated sigh before feeling him grab my hand, he leads the way to the dining room and I am met with people I am unfamiliar with. The guy let's go of my hand once I am at my seat and heads to his own. I see a variety of different foods and sides, why the fuck is there so much food...

"Its because we don't know what you like, and because we have a couple picky eaters here", I look across to see Ryder, who is smirking at the smaller boy next to him, a small blush spread across his face as Ryder teases him.

"Well then, now that we're all here, I think we should go around and introduce ourselves to our newest boy." Henry says, clasping his hands together. "Let's start with Ryder", he says, which causes my eyes to drift to the idiot across from me. He only smirks and starts talking, "Well, as you just heard I'm Ryder, it's nice to meet ya cutie", he winks, which causes me to cringe slightly. Cute? I'm not cute, I'm fucking hideous. Genuine confusion spreads across my face like a wildfire, but my attention is soon turned to the boy next to Ryder.

"I-I'm Rowan..." He says softly before averting his gaze, he's nervous, I get that alot. The guy next to Rowan, who I notice is the guy who lead me to the dining room is up next to speak.

"It's nice to meet you Atlas, my name is Kayden" He greets, his voice more aloof, but his eyes sincere. His eyes speak more than his voice.

The next guy up has pretty dark brown hair, which looks so fluffy, by thoughts are interrupted by his voice.
"Hello, I'm Samuel, but I'd prefer it of you called me Sam", he says, a small smile on his face.

These guys seem...okay, for the most part. I still don't plan on making friends with them. Ill act like a huge asshole until they eventually push me away, that'll work just fine right? Nobody sticks around for long, these people are no exception. As long as I keep to myself and push them away, nobody can hurt me.

"Well then, now that we've all been introduced, I'd say it's time to eat. I hope you'll like the food Atlas, I had some help from the boys.", Henry smiles at me. The fuck is he smiling at? I need to act like an asshole.

I side-eye him before nodding his head, his smile falters slightly. Why do I feel bad? No. No. No No. No. I cannot afford to feel bad right now. Just push them away. It's that easy. I've don't it plenty of times before. But why...do I feel weird now...?

Whatever.

I'm probably just tired, yeah, that's why I'm feeling this way.

Everybody, but me of course, starts to fill up their plates with the foods they enjoy. I nervously pick at my nails. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. What do I do? I can't eat, I can't afford to eat right now, I promised myself that I wouldn't eat for the next couple of days, I ate way too much yesterday. I can't gain weight. What would they think of me?

"Atlas," my head snaps up at the sound of Henry's voice. "What's wrong? Do you not like any of the foods here? Or is there something...more to the picture...?" He asks softly, concern overflowing in his voice, he knows. He fucking knows.

"I-I- uhm...uh-", I stutter, all excuses leaving my mind. What the fuck? Why can't I give him an excuse? I always have one ready, it's so easy to come up with one. So...why can't I say one now..?

Fuck.

I can feel all their eyes on me. Every. Single. Pair. Of. Them.

What do I say? Fuck...fuck!!!

I'm nervous. I'm scared. What do I do? What do I say? What am I even doing here?

I can feel my breathing getting quicker and shorter. What's happening? Shit. I can barely breathe.

I hear a couple chairs scrape against the floor before I hear Henry's faint voice. Am I blacking out? Shit...

What's wrong with me...?

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