Don't Try To Save Me

Follow Your Heart

Trevor

Simon fucking Peters kissed me.

I've thought about it repeatedly, over and over all day and night since it happened on Monday. It's Thursday now.

Simon has all but ignored my existence since then, too. No more randomly catching him staring at me across the lunch room, no more of him muttering that I'm weird, or calling me a freak.

His friend Ezra has been in one hell of a mood all week too. Monica and Simon seem to be together, evidenced by the fact that Monica has been all over Simon since Tuesday after he kissed me.

Instead of dealing with it in a healthy way I turned to Aiden...

I feel bad for using him as a coping mechanism to get over Simon in some small way, but I think Aiden doesn't care and is really just glad to get some attention.

Today would've been a normal, simple day without any harassment had Ezra not decided that it would be a great idea to dump his styrofoam cup of barely heated, water thin tomato soup over my head at lunch.

Beck ended up punching him and getting detention over it because it got on him too.

A teacher had to pretty much drag me off to get a change of clothes. I was also dragged to the counselors office so they could lend me some soaps to wash my hair, and the gender neutral bathroom that one of the schools counselors treats like her own personal bathroom.

I ended up sneaking out of school after changing and sloppily washing my hair.

I texted Aiden and pretty easily convinced him to skip with me.

Now Aiden and I are sitting in the park, listening to music from his phone. I'm not sure what it is, it's some Pierce The Veil song I know, but that's it.

"You wanna fuck Vic," I stated, looking at Aiden who was drumming his fingers along on his legs.

"Nope," He replied, popping the P.

"So you really are just obsessed with the band," I laughed.

"A little," he nodded. "They're my Bullet For My Valentine," he added.

I nodded along. I get it, Bullet is my favored band, not a single bad release from them, I know every song, and I have at least a few hundred dollars worth of merch.

"Makes sense," I finally responded.

"So," he drawled awkwardly.

I looked over at him, raising a brow.

"Uhh,"

Cute, his face is all red.

"Something on your mind?"

He bit his fake lip ring, shrugging awkwardly.

I tilted my head to the side, leaning it on my shoulder.

"What...uhh,"

"I got punched," I responded, knowing he was going to pester me again about my face. "Asshole got pissy and didn't want to pay."

Kieren called me on Monday and asked me over to help him make a sale and I agreed. Well, his client wasn't keen on paying and we wound up fighting in an abandoned parking lot on the edge of town.

"Kier' needs to learn how to handle himself. I mean, fuck,"

"He'd be awesome if he were running shit, he's got a great "not my job" attitude," I scoffed.

"For real," Aiden agreed.

We settled into another lull in conversation.

Some All Time Low song was playing now. Aiden was humming along.