I woke up early the next day. It was about 5 am and I couldn't go back to sleep. I sighed and sat up and looked out of the window. Christopher was still up. There was light burning in his room and I could see him sitting at his desk writing or drawing something. I decided to smoke, so I got up, grabbed my smokes and lighter and lit it Standing at my open window. My parents kind of knew about me Smoking, but never really said anything to me about it. I still had to make sure they never find out that I used to smoke in my room from time to time.
I watched Christopher writing in his Notebook. It was true what the other Kids said. He was kind of weird, but who am I to judge? His style was fucking awesome and also his taste in Music. The weird Thing was that he was still up at 5 AM and didn't talk to anyone the whole day Long. But the second Thing wasn't even that weird, I could understand him. Most People at my School really sucked. Like in every high School there were the popular Kids and the losers. My boyfriend was a popular kid and before we started Dating I was a loser. Now I'm something in between. I still sometimes get picked on for the way I look, because most of the Kids were raised really conservative. But since Will and I have started Dating it has been a lot better than before.
"Smoking is bad for you." I suddenly heard someone say. It took me a second to realize that Christopher had said it, who was now Standing at his window. Before I could say anything he had already closed it and let the blinds down.
I sighed and crushed my cigarette, then decided to go back to bed. I laid down and thought for a Moment. This was the first time I actually heard him say a full sentence. And his voice was really nice, I liked it. With those thoughts going through my head I fell back asleep.
I was woken up by my annoying Little sister.
"Rickyyyyy! Wake up!" she screamed right into my ear and shook me. I hissed at her and got up when she had left my room. While I was getting ready I thought about this really weird dream I had in he last two hours after I had gone to bed again. Christopher was in it, just staring at me and I must admit that I realized how attractive he was. I also realized that I really needed to talk to him, because I was tired of calling him Christopher. Why do parents like weird names?
After I was done with getting ready I grabbed my stuff I would Need and left the house. I always left late but somehow always managed to be at School in time. There was no time to smoke today though. I went to my classroom and sat down in the back as usual. I took out my phone and headphones and listened to some Music.
Christopher came in late and I took one earbud out as he sat down.
"Hey." I said. He looked at me for a Moment then nodded in Response.
"I'm Ricky." He nodded again.
"Chris." He said.
I nodded and stopped talking to him for now, it didn't make any sense. A wall would probably talk more than him.
LUNCH BREAK
I sat down at our table, but today I was alone and I didn't know why. Will hasn't texted me or called me to say he was sick like he usually did when he was sick. I shrugged it off and ate my Sandwich while listening to Music. after I was done eating I went outside and sat down on a bench. From here I could see everything that was Happening outside. I looked around and saw nothing Special. Couples making out, Girls taking selfies, People fighting, just stuff you would see at every high School. I also saw Chris. He was sitting on a bench opposite of mine, staring at me. It wasn't the first time he did that and it made me wonder if there was anything wrong with my face or clothes. I looked down at myself, but there was nothing wrong with my clothes. I looked back up at him and he was still staring at me, or at least in my direction. It made me really uncomfortable. I got up and went inside, straight to the bathroom.
I had social anxiety and being stared at wasn't really helping. I started shaking really bad and had to sit down on the floor so I wouldn't fall. I had calmed down after a couple minutes and stayed on the floor, leaning against the wall. It would have been nice to have Will here with me to comfort me. He always comforted me when I had an anxiety attack. Luckily it didn't happen so often anymore since we started Dating. I was so lucky to have a boyfriend like him. He cared for me when I was sick, took me out for dinner or to go to the movies and didn't judge me, even though he hated my style. The only Thing that was bothering me was that he always wanted to get in my Pants. I wasn't the most confident Person and even though we were Dating for 9 months now I still hadn't let him fuck me. To be honest I was pretty scared of having sex. I didn't know why, but for some reason I was always scared that I'd have my first time with the wrong guy.
I sighed and got up as the bell rung. Back to hell. I walked out of the bathroom and my eyes widened. I saw my boyfriend. He was pushing a Girl with obviously fake tits against the wall while kissing her roughly. I gasped as tears started running down my face. How could he do this to me?!
