Teach Me Mr. Wentz | >> Peterick AU <<

School? More Like Hell.

{TRIGGER WARNING. Sorry if you may be triggered by this chapter}

[Patrick's POV]
I arrived back at the school, after a fantastic lunch with Pete, at around 11:32. I still a little bit of time to get ready for class. I was glad I got to spend lunch with Pete, it was honestly better than sitting alone in a dark corner of the lunchroom while people yell things at you and occasionally throw food. One I got hit with a full water bottle! A full bottle! I was out like a light switch after that incident.

Yet here I was, at hell once more, getting ready to finish what I had left of torture. Then I'd go home, get torture there, go to bed, wake up, the cycle continues. The only thing I like about school is Pete and my friends. Oh yeah! Mr. Wentz now let's me call him Pete. He says it feels more comfortable to him.

I hate going home too! I like when I have band practice with Andy and Joe, I feel seer at Andy's. His mom is so sweet and is always there for us when we go through a tough time! She sometimes practices with us or watches, she also had a bunch of tattoos! Andy says when he gets his first tattoo, he wants it to say "Mom" in a heart. I said I'd never get a tattoo, but told Andy it was a good idea.

I love Andy's house, Joe's too. I hate mine. Ever since my Dad was killed, my Mom went insane. She started drinking, started to go out to bars or clubs whenever she could, and beats me. I'm covered in bruises, not just from her, but from the kids at school.

I let out a sigh as Pete and I parted ways to different classrooms, he went to his and I went to my Phy Ed class. I hate gym! I hate it so much! It's terrible and I wish it was never invented!

I walked down hall and heard into the locker room, boys were taking their shirts off and changing into gym clothes. I headed to the bathroom stalls, since I don't want anyone to see me shirtless, and closed the door behind me.

I pulled my shirt off and set it down. I looked to the floor and right peeking under the door, was a phone! I heard the camera sound effect go off and some guys laughing. Miles and Alex! I was furious, confused, scared, sad, and angry.

I pulled my gym shirt on and opened the door. Sure enough, as I suspected, a group of ten or fifteen guys were huddled together looking at Miles's phone screen. They were all laughing and talking.

I sneakily walked behind one and peaked between two people to see the photo. It was a picture of me shirtless in a terrible upward angle making me look even fatter than I was, and the worst part was, I was covered in scars, bruises, and wounds.

I hated them! I hated them so much! "Look at Fagtrick guys, he's so fat!" Alex said, laughing hysterically. All of the guys howled with laughter. I felt tears gather in my eyes and hot salty tears fall down my face.

I ran out of the locker room, crying softly, and headed to Pete's room. I needed to tell him! I was fat! I was the most ugliest thing that existed! I wanted to hide in a hole and slowly wither away, I wanted no one to find me! I wanted to die!

I ran to a bathroom before I reached Pete's room, I locked myself in a stall and bent over the toilet. I tried making myself throw up, something I'd done too much, nothing happened.

I tried once more, and succeeded. I felt myself throw up what I had eaten. I cried more and smashed my head against the metal part of the toilet. I needed to see Pete.

I left the bathroom and walked into his room. I was dizzy since making myself puke. He was at his desk reading some papers, when he saw me, I was a mess. He looked concerned and got up to walk to where I was. He gave me a hug and I cried into his shoulder.

I finally felt safe next to him.