insecure

11

before my last class of the day started I went to the bathroom. after Aron pushed me against the lockers I had a really bad and burning pain from my stomach. not from the inside, but from the outside. I didn't have time to check on it earlier so here I was in the gross school bathroom lifting my shirt above my head.

I looked into the mirror and saw a big, deep blue/green bruise over the right part of my stomach that almost was going up to my chest. it was a small part of the skin that was ripped up and it came a little blood from it. I groaned when touching it because of the pain.

since I didn't have much time I just took a paper towel, dipped it in water and quickly cleaned the small wound.

the last class was in the gym. great, more pain I thought. but luckily for today we were having theory instead of something active. thanks to that school, finally you do my a favor.

after trying to focus on the class and not the pain and failing at it the day was finally over. at least the school day, not the entire day. I went to meet up with Amanda, I wondered what she had planned for us to do.

I walked to her locker where we were supposed to meet and I saw her standing there already. she wasn't alone though, she was talking to her boyfriend. Aron.

when she saw me she smiled and hugged me. I looked pass her shoulder to see Aron looking mad. really mad.

-"Max this is Aron my boyfriend" Amanda said tugging me by my arm closer to him.

-"hi Max it's nice to meet you man" Aron said and held his hand forward for me to shake. what. the. hell.

-"we have to go now, but I will see you tomorrow" she said while standing to her toes and kissing Arons cheek.

Aron waved goodbye to us and Amanda took my hand and then...
wait, she took my hand? in front of her boyfriend?

Amanda noticed me feeling weird about it so she released my hand and mumbled a quick "sorry" and her cheeks blushing. I just smiled and took her hand in mine again, it felt good.

I noticed us being at the street I was at only yesterday and I recognized her house. we opened the small and almost broken gate before walking up the small stairs to her door. she opened it for me and I stepped in.

her house was much smaller than I had expected it to be. right across the hallway it was some stairs. to the right it was the kitchen and a small dining room. to my left it was a living room I think.

-"I was planing that we could bake something" she said while taking of her shoes and jacket.

-"okay sure, but you will take the lead. I don't really know how to bake" I said rubbing my neck.

-"neither do I" she said giggling and walking into the kitchen, still holding my hand.

after we had put the extremely ugly cupcakes in the oven we just talked for a bit.

-"wait you have some flour on your shirt" she said moving closer to me.

she started to rub it off with her hand and I winced in pain. she touched the bruise pretty hard so it was hard to act like nothing.

-"I'm sorry, are you okay? are you hurt or something?" she was asking with worry in her voice.

I slowly shook my head but she didn't believe me. instead she quickly lifted my shirt above my head. she gasped after she saw my bruise and I looked down to see it start bleeding again. dammit.

-"who did this to you?!" she whispered yelled at me while starting to gently rub her hands around the bruise.

-"Aron, Aron did this to me" I said and I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth.

//an// poor Max :(  I hate bruises cause I get them all the time be walking into a table or a door handle. yeah, I'm good at life//