I woke up to see my pastel hair-coloured girlfriend. She began to stir awake and smile at me.
"Morning." She said sleepily. I love her sleepy voice in the mornings. I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her closer. She giggled, making me smiled. Trish was the most adorable girlfriend ever.
"Babe?" She looked at me, smiling. I smiled back.
"Yeah babygirl?"
"Thanks for staying." I smiled and kissed her forehead. About two months ago, her parents just left her without any warning. They just picked up and left. It pissed me off but I tried to comfort my precious, fragile girlfriend in any way that I could until I finally just asked my parents if I could stay with her for a while. My mom being an alcoholic didn't really care and my dad was off on business most of the time and barely noticed me, so I was glad to be able to stay with Trish in our own house. We began to get up and get ready for the beginning of our first day of our senior year in high school.
I began to straighten my shoulder length black, layered hair and she curled her long, pastel pink hair. After that, I did my simple black eyeliner and mascara then handed Trish the eyeliner as she did winged eyeliner. Then, we got dressed. I pulled on some black ripped skinny jeans, a SWS long sleeve shirt, BMTH hoodie, and black high top converse. Trish put on a pastel coloured BMTH shirt and a flower printed skirt along with her navy blue Vans. After we brushed our teeth, we grabbed our black messenger bags and headed to the bus stop down the street. There were a few other high school kids already there when we reached the stop.
"Hey faggots." A guy, Rick, laughed at us. Me and Trish stayed silent, both of us being way too shy to respond. We had a 'tad bit' of social anxiety with literally anyone but each other. I took her hand as the teenagers made more comments about what we were wearing and how we should be straight and whatever else. We kind of zoned out and looked down the road to see the bus coming up the hill. The bus stopped and sighing, I held Trish's hand until we reached the very back seat of the bus. I took out my black and red ear buds and plugged them into my phone. I handed it to Trish and let her pick which band we would listen to on our way to school *cough cough* Hell. As I put an ear bud in, I heard Asking Alexandria play and smile. As quietly as I could, I began to sing along with Not The American Average.
As the bus pulled up to the brick building, it stopped with a screech. I stood and took my ear bud out and could barely hear The Death of Me. I turned my phone off and put my headphones in my bag. I waited for my girlfriend to step off of the bus steps and kissed her so she could go to her first hour class. I walked the opposite direction to science. Literally the only person I talk to is Trish however, she has like 5 or 6 friends she can hang out with during school. I have no classes with her; almost all of our classes are on the opposite sides of the school. I sighed and took my seat in the back of the class.
"Alright everyone. Take out your notebooks, we're watching a video about the galaxy today." I perked up at this. I have always been a huge fan of stars and galaxies, but my excitement soon faded when Greg (Rick's friend), was told to sit next to me because he was causing too much trouble next to his other friends. I sighed and scooted as far in to the corner as I could get and he sat and smirked at me. Immediately putting my head down, I began to draw next to the occasional notes I took. I began to draw a rose when I heard Greg attempting to get my attention. I glanced at him and saw him smiling and his friends laughing at him. Great. This should be wonderful.
"What do you want Greg?" I said at barely a whisper.
"Oh come on, Alex. I know you have a crush on me, don't you?" He got closer to me and I began to mess with my hoodie sleeve.
"Mr. Marvin would you like a detention?" The teacher looked at him and the whole class turned our way. My anxiety kicked in and I could feel my face go white as I tried to hide it in my hair and fiddled with my sleeve more.
Pretty soon, the class was over and Greg kept getting in trouble for disrupting the class. I walked out of the classroom to see Greg, Rick and a few of their other friends standing by the doorway. I made a dead sprint for the doors so I could go to gym because the building was across the street, but I wasn't fast enough. Rick caught me and threw me to the ground behind the school. Greg kicked my stomach almost as soon as I hit the dust. Then Rick joined in until all 5 of them were kicking and spitting on me until I heard a yell. Coach Josh ran to the circle of boys and told them to go to the office, that they were suspended. They mumbled and angrily walked to the school's entrance. He helped me up.
"Thanks.." I mumbled. He nodded his head.
"Ms. Alex you can go home if you want; I'll just tell the teachers you weren't feeling too well." I nodded and picked up my bag. That wouldn't be a lie. I thought as I trudged home. As soon as I got to our mostly pastel coloured house (thanks to Trish), I dropped my bag on the table and went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower and wash all the dirt and mud off of me. When I got into the cold room, I looked in the mirror to see I had a busted lip and my ribs and probably back were already beginning to bruise. Sighing, I stripped and hopped in the shower to wash todays events away along with some blood on my face from my lip. As the room began to steam, I began to think about what I would tell Trish about why I left school early and why my face was cut and the bruises on my sides and legs and back. I began to cry, barely noticing because of the shower water. I'll just tell her I fell; she'll believe that because I'm one of the most clumsiest people we know. I hopped out of the shower feeling a million times better and began to put on a bra and underwear. After that, I found some yoga pants and one of my Green Day shirts and slipped in to them before quickly falling asleep watching TV on the couch.
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I heard someone open the door and knew it was only my girlfriend so I closed my eyes once again. I could feel one of the couch cushions sink as she sat next to my legs and she began to put her hand on my side and I flinched at the pain.
"Alex? What's wrong?" Her jade eyes were filled with worry as she instinctually pulled my shirt to see my stomach as tears brimmed her eyes.
"Alex.. I'm so sorry.. It was Rick and those guys again, wasn't it?" She questioned, not looking up from the bruises that had formed in the past few hours. I sat up and hugged her as she cried into my shoulder. It hurt but I didn't mind. I just hated seeing my girl cry.
"I'm okay baby okay? It doesn't hurt that much and it will be gone in a little bit. I'm fine Trish." I said, trying to calm her down. She just cried harder. I waited until she was done and afterwards she was fast asleep on my shoulder. I picked her legs up with my right arm and kept her head rested on my shoulder, holding her back and waist with my left arm and carried her in to the bedroom. I got her in her pajamas and lay her in bed as I crawl into the red and black covers next to her and feel sore all over. I sighed, kissed her forehead and fell asleep holding her close to me.
