bulletproof in black like a funeral

rekt

Today Tyler was sitting at his usual lunch table, with Alex and the jocks. He had been avoiding the clique all morning, not that it was hard, they were probably avoiding him too.

Tyler had left early on Saturday morning from Josh's house. His head pounding and heart aching. Not because he knew things weren't going to 'work' with Brendon but because he had let down Ryan and hurt all of his new friends. He had also cheated on Jenna and even though he didn't like her, he felt awful being unfaithful like that. So he had unwrapped himself from Josh's comforting arms at around seven am and hauled his ass to his basketball scrimmage, where he played like shit and let down his team.

Ryan had shot him dirty looks all throughout first period and every time he did it Tyler's heart broke a little. Brendon was avoiding him and Patrick just giving him sympathetic smiles and just kept telling him it'd be okay. Josh gave him sheepish smiles in the hallway but never did much more than that. He hadn't really seen the others.

"It's been a while, Tyler" Alex said, while looking down at his lunch.

"Yep" Tyler said, popping the p.  Alex wasn't wrong, he hasn't hung out with Alex or sat with his basketball friends since a month and a half ago. Sure he went to their parties and saw them at practice but that was it. He felt a little bad but if he were being honest, they were nothing but bad influences on him. They also didn't help him with anything or share any interests beside basketball so what was the point?

"Too busy hanging out with your fag, emo friends?" Jamie, his other teammate, spat at him. Tyler looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" He said viciously.

"I said, you must be too busy hanging out with those faggots to hang out with us" Jamie said, this time his voice was laced with even more anger.

"Don't give me that crap, Jamie. First of all you guys were the ones who said I should even go sit with them because you're obsessed with Brendo and his popularity. Second of all, how dare you call them that. You guys don't know anything about any of them" Tyler said, pushing himself up from the table.

"Yeah well, turns out Brendon is cheating on Sarah with Ryan. So what does that say about the rest of them? Are you a fag now too, Tyler?" Alex said butting in on their argument. Tyler turned to him and became filled with anger. He had had enough of this bullshit.

"Screw you" Tyler spat and punched Alex square in the nose. He felt it crack under his fist and when he pulled away it was covered in blood. Alex gasped and stood up. He shoved Tyler and then grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. Alex punched him in the face and then everything went black.

Before he knew it, Tyler found himself sitting in the principal's office, his knees pulled up to his chest as he inspected his nails. The other hand was holding an ice pack up to his black eye.

"Tyler," the principal spoke. He looked away from his hand and over to the woman. She looked to be just over 50 and her hair was pulled up in a tight bun. "Would you like to tell me what happened?" She asked, sounding like Tyler's fucking psychiatrist, which pissed him off.

"Well, Jamie started calling my friends 'fags' and then Alex accused me of being a 'fag'. So I got really mad that something like being gay should even matter or that he would even say that so I punched him. Then he punched me and I don't remember what happened after that" Tyler rambled, his words clashing together as tears rolled down his cheeks.

The principal just nodded her head. "Well since the other boys are at fault that will lessen your punishment. However you do have lunch detention for the rest of the week" She said and then nodded her head towards the door, signaling that Tyler could go back to class.

Tyler ditched the ice pack on the secretary's desk and then rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the tears.

He walked into poetry and tried to keep his head down. Josh waved him over and patted the desk next to him.

"Hey" he said, "we're just working on projects right now"

Tyler just nodded his head and sat down next to him. He put his head down on the desk, just like Ryan had the week before. He was still crying, the tears slipping silently down his cheeks. Josh reached across the aisle hesitantly and rubbed his back. Josh's hand felt like it was on fire from the touch and pulled it away.

Tyler sat up and swiped his thumbs underneath his eyes. "You wanna come over after school today? We could talk about it if you want, but only if you want to" Josh offered, hoping he wouldn't be shot down. Even though that was unlikely, they had hung out plenty of times before.

"Yeah, sounds sick" Tyler said and he even smiled a little bit.

"So sick" Josh whispered and smirked.

A/N
This was gonna be one really long chapter but then I was like nah, so I'll post the rest tomorrow when I finish it. (They will be at Josh's) anyway, pls
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