What? Am I a joke to you?

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Well I'm changing the story up a bit, making him a bit of a buttmunch and her a confusing girl with less social skills then the average human. Any comments?

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The school hallway welcomed me with horny hormonal teenagers, just spewing out bacteria. If I could I would atleast tell them to try to do it in the janitors closet or something but then I would make them feel bad because of the semen spot already there. I hated school, but I came here to learn and avoid my parents, there was nothing I could change about that. But I guess God heard me cause now my bully was trying to be my friend. for some unreason though, why was it? He doesn't live in a bad house, he actually lives in a frikin million dollar place and with parents who aren't always drunk and know his existance. Questioning his mental sanity, check!
In school, I'm a ghost, no one sees me or knows me. If I were to die they wouldn't care, but like I give a care about them. they are only good for two things, spreading STD's and being selfish bastards who just want things handed to them. I manage to get by through my mom's left over clothing and stealing food from the fridge when my parents aren't home.
"Why are you still walking with me?" I look over to Dev, who still is walking with me. Clearly outside of the school zone would be ok to be around me but people walking with me? Or even acknoweging my existance is a no-no for me. 
"Maybe because I want to walk with my new friend?" He shrugged. There was something odd with that answer, there something wrong with him.
"What's wrong with you? Somethings up, clearly from your facial expressions and your attitude. As a friend, I would like to know." Was that correct for me to say? I don't know what to do in social situations, I never had to care about someone elses emotions, all I had to care about was if I was going to die today or not. Social interactions is overwhelming, I started to itch my wrist, feeling the scabs across my fingers, the sanity moment.
"Like I told you, it's something." He looked disappointed, a feeling I'm all too familiar with. He looked at me then to hands. I stopped and hid them normally, as if it was nothing.
"You want to talk about it? As normal people say... do they?" I tried speaking. He smirked, which made me smile a bit, why? He was amused at my attempt to socialize.
"I guess so, since now you're now my only friend." I was? He continued on, "My parents were mad when they got a call from the principal that I was bullying you around, then they cut me off of everything and said to learn my lesson and try to be friends with you. I wasn't happy with that. And now that my friends see me with you, they don't want to be seen with me." I gave him a sad smile, and from what I read, people enjoy hugs, so I hugged him. He became stiff but then slowly returned the hug. I was also weirded out but I had to, because since he was trying to be my friend, so was I.

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I'm trying here! I'm not feelings so great but I'm trying to update quckly so you can understand the story better. -3-

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