I Hate You, Conformist (Complete)

I Don't Care

---the next day---
---Firkle's pov---

After staying in the stair case for at least three hours, I went home.

I went to my room and broke down like a fucking girl. Sobbing my eyes out.

It's not like I even care that he doesn't like me. That he may tell everyone at school I'm a faggot. That I might get harassed and remembered as the stupid goth fag.

I get to school don't see him. I go to the back of the school and start smoking. Right now, I would normally hang out at the coffee shop with the rest of my friends, but I don't want to deal with anyone.

"Hey fag," I look up and see Karen. She's standing up in front of me only a few feet away.

I just stare at her. I don't need to answer her.

"So I heard that you decided to kiss my boyfriend." He said he didn't have a girlfriend... I guess he just lie to me. Oh well.

Then, before I know it a fist collides with my right eye. I hit the back of my head on the school wall and drop my cigarette.

"What the hell?" I say covering my eye and looking at her.

"Don't touch my boyfriend again." With that she leaves. I sigh and sit there. I'm not going to some stupid fucking class today.

I don't want to see anyone.