Hurt [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

(James)

I woke up cause the sun was shinning brightly.

I looked around and tried to reach out for Daniel, but then realised that he wasn't there.

Stupid school.

And why did he leave without saying something?

I looked at the table next to me and found a tablet with a cover over it. I sat up and open it.

Wow.

It was not the regular hospital food.

What I found was amazing.

Pancakes, pudding, fruits.

Oh and a note.

"Good morning, sweet stuff. Hope you enjoy your breakfast. Can't wait to see you later, I already miss you and I'm still sitting next to you. Gonna tell that Max boy my opinion now like my daddy always thought me. Stay strong.

Love, Danny"

Oh my goodness, this was the cutest thing ever.

(Daniel)

"Daniel!" Max screamed.

It was time.

"What do you want?"

I tried to stay composed, I was all in with myself.

"How's your faggot friend?"

"I'm surprise you care."

"I want him back in school."

"Oh and why?"

"I need to hurt someone."

"What's the matter with you, Max?"

"I like to hurt the sin."

"The sin? I don't think you do."

"I feel like punching you, Daniel. You're such as a whore as James is."

"Then go ahead. I don't mind another concussion that almost kills me."

"It wasn't even that bad."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know what I'm talking about, it's just that I like to hurt him."

"Why don't you look for another victim?"

"Why do you even defend him? I thought you had joined us."

"Why I defend him? Because I am none of you."

"Woah, you can't just quit this."

"And how I can, Max. I won't hurt the person I like."

"You can't like a gay boy."

"And why not?"

"Gays don't exist."

"I'm standing in front of you, don't I?"

So, this was it. The most horrible argue I ever had.

My James was neither a sin, not his victim.

"Daniel!"

I turned around and saw Max standing close to me.

"Yes? If you're going to punch me now..."

"Then?"

"Just do it if you really feel like it. If you really want to feel better then punch me, now. It won't enhance your self esteem. You won't become more popular for punching someone. Although you're all homophobes. They only respect you because they are afraid that you'll punch them. That you'll make them a cripple. Such as you did with James. Max, you don't want to feel low, but you make others. And now go ahead and punch me. But I know you just want to get love and friends. For this you should start. Start being a friend, no bully."

I almost thought he would punch me, like he did before, but he didn't. He looked at me, then turned around, and punched against a locker, before walking back to his gang. His so called friends.

Thinking about friends, James popped into my mind.

How I missed his deep sight with the green eyes, his brown hair that was messy although it used to be a quiff. I missed him. Too much.

People call this love.