Chapter Three: Backstab

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Romulus POV: 

I wake up today getting on a white t shirt on aswell black pants. I put on my shark tooth bracelet on and go off to high school. As classes go by, I get a bad feeling all of a sudden, as I walk toward Alex, he seems different. He was smiling but it felt way off than usual. 

"You, okay?" 

Alex nod and then he looks at me all serious. 

Alex: "meet me after school around the park of Shelton... Meet me there quickly"

"Uh... Sure" I say hesitantly, and this really bad feeling becomes stronger. Hmm weird I thought to myself and continue my day. 

-timeskip to after school-

I was walking down the street to the park Alex mention me to go, and I was going there. My body said to not go but I still wanted to know why Alex was acting weird.  Once I arrived at the park I was grabbed by my neck and dragged into a dark alleyway. I coughed and looked around seeing eight boys with Alex, I was so confused. 

"Alex? Why am I here?" 

Alex: "sorry but I wasn't really your friend I know about you being gay and I'm really homophobic so now I brought my real friends to actually beat u back to be straight and then maybe we can be friends"

My eyes widen and then felt a hard punch into my abdomen. Later after that I was beaten to a pulp in this dark alleyway and then they stop for a moment, I coughed out blood and was bleeding. 

Alex: "so are you now straight?" 

"NO! You know what I'll never be your friend you bitch! I have my own life, and u can't take that away you motherfucker! I hope you die in hell!" I yelled and that's when I felt myself getting beaten up some more. 

After a few hours of getting beaten, I then felt something sharp stab me in the back. I look and see Alex smiling while signaling everyone to leave with him, they leave me here laying on the ground bleeding to my doom. 

I was sure I was going to die but then something happened, but I wasn't sure what since I blacked out. 

I wake up in a bedroom that wasn't mines and I look over to see a guy who apparently is in their twenties sitting next to me. He looks like me a bit, I shake my head thinking I'm hallucinating but the guy still there. 

"Who are you?" I say with a trembly voice. 

Man: "I'm you... Romulus I'm the future you"

"Oh... Wait I have so many questions! Do I end up being a cool writer? Do I end up with someone?! Do I save my boyfriend?! Do I ever accomplish being the nicest writer and nicest person in the entire world?! Do people accept my kindness?!" 

He chuckles and ruffles my hair a bit before giving me a sorrow expression. 

(Leaving y'all in a cliff hanger) 

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