Him Again (boyxboy)

Chapter 18

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Him Again

Chapter 18

(Nick's POV)

Two weeks and few days had passed and still the words that Caleb had stated still kept on playing on my mind like a broken disk that plays on and on. I just can't really believe that, that was my response on him spitting the words about me being left alone by Skylar. I just can't believe that I walked away without giving a piece of mind for him to know the real situation that I am in.

It really hurts that the tension that Caleb and I had built between us reached to the point when he had rummaged even my past. Well, I am too tired of playing with my defenses anymore. And I guess I had none left for me to use for any other stuffs. I felt too pathetic to think that everything would be okay if I decided to transfer to another school. But I guess I was wrong...super wrong.

As what I said, two weeks and a few days had passed – two long and painful weeks after the commotion on the cafeteria. It's not that I stopped going to school because of that. It is just that I have been acting lesser than myself. The jolly me was nowhere to be found. I only hangout with Chanel only seldom since I did my 'me' time always at the tree on the far part of the school.

Well, if you'll ask about what happened to me and Caleb after that, everything also changed – literally. We still sit on the same table on our same classes but I have been more distant than before. He still bullies me like nothing had happened and I...like a masochist – does nothing to stop the bullying.

I felt so naïve on everything actually. There are those times when he and his group of jocks just bump me on the hallway and act like nothing happened. And it happened not just ones but several times. There are also those times when he had drawn a big male reproductive organ on my locker which I just kept there since I could care less anymore.

Today is Friday and when I say Friday, it's the day where the b*tches plans to get out of there holes to seek for things – you know what I mean. But for me, it was nothing at all. Being naïve just dominated my whole personality now. I was dragged out of my thought when the bell rang which indicates the end of the classes for the day.

I slowly slid my notes and my books together with other of my stuffs like my pens and any other to my bag. I hanged my backpack on one of my shoulders lazily. I waited for the students to get out before I could. Well, as you can remember, P.E. with Mr. Johnson is my last subject and he decided to gather us into a vacant room for a class discussion.

Mr. Johnson discussed about some of the basic strokes for swimming like the butterfly, the backstroke, breaststroke, and of course my specialty, the freestyle. If you were to ask me, I am kind of good at swimming. It started when I was about thirteen years of my age when I had watched a Japanese anime entitled 'Free!' which is a complete swimming anime.

I got addicted to swimming after watching the very awesome anime and decided to love swimming. I can even still remember when I had asked my mom and dad to let me go to a swimming class. But, they just decided to get me a swimming lesson due to some unknown reasons. With the anime as my motivation, I got a bit of skills on swimming. So I was kinda excited with swimming.

Everyone got out including the teacher. I slowly moved out of the room and walked pass the crowd of people. I scanned the hallway for any sign of my annoying bestfriend – Chanel – but she was nowhere to be found. I sighed and continued to walk and reached my locker. I opened my locker without hesitation. A creaking sound greeted me and before I could reach for my stuffs inside my locker, something exploded inside my locker which sprayed some kind of liquid.