Ryan P.O.V
(Blayze's first day)
I slide out of my bed, careful not to hit any bruises on anything on the way to the bathroom to shower and get changed. I wince as the fabric of my jeans and jumper rub on the fresh cuts on my hips and arms.
Breakfast is not an option in this house, especially for me, I rely upon the kind staff at Oakwood high to keep me alive, eating wise at least.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if my mother had never left, if I had never told my dad that I was gay. I'd have a different life. One not so painful and blurry, maybe? There isn't much of a life here, I guess. So there mustn't be much to change.
I go through my normal morning routine, despite one difference, I manage to creep around the sleeping figure on the couch in order to get to the door. He must have had enough last night after the Parkers left, making me throw up the only slice of pizza that I ate and beating me some more. I deserve it though, he's right about me .
I like to think that he does it out of pity, as if it's a chore for him. It's probably in no way true, he enjoys it.
But, positive thinking right? I chuckle to myself as I stand at the bus stop, I think about some stupid things.
I pull out the packet of cigarettes that I managed to buy yesterday and light one. The warm smoke fills my yearning lungs and calms me almost immediately. I begin to tap random beats with my foot, not paying attention to the small red-haired boy that suddenly arrives next to me in the small shelter. Does he really have to stand so close?
His proximity is making me restless. Even though we only met last night, there is nothing I would love to do more than wake up with him in my arms. Cliché again? You should know by now that's how I am. In my head I jump him, then and there. I have to shift my weight to hide the growing problem that I have.
'Stop thinking like that, Ryan' I mentally scold myself 'he's not even gay'
The bus finally arrives and I internally rejoice. I let him walk onto the bus first and take my usual seat. He doesn't sit near me, though, like I expected him to. He probably doesn't want to be seen with the local faggot. My head phones play 'Holly (would you turn me on)' by All Time Low, while I wait for the bus to finally reach my personal hell hole.
The halls and courtyards of Oakwood High School are my most favourite place to be.... Pffft HAHAHA, sorry I couldn't help it. Anyways, the crowded spaces and constant stench of a concoction of girls various perfumes, guys deodorants and sweat is definitely not something I enjoy being around, hence, Alice and I usually sit in the library before classes. I know what you're thinking "Oh my god, you're such a nerd, get some friends!" Actually, I have friends... Well, one. And anyway, the library is the only place that the jock thugs and preppy bitches don't go. I don't get picked on a whole heap, the notes on my locker are nothing, it's not as if I get beat up or anything. The popular girls are fine, it's just the jocks, but their assholes to everyone but each other. So, we sit in here.
Today is different, though. We have an extra. Alice was appointed the honour of looking after the newbie. The extremely gorgeous and adorable newbie. Blayze and Alive seem to be hitting it off, chatting away. Normally, Alice rattles off her tales to me, but now it seems as if she is having her ear talked off. Right now, they're sitting there, only about 20 centimetres away from each other, whispering to each other. Every so often, they will either giggle or their eyes will flicker over to me and back to the other one.
I sigh and shake my head at them, I've never really understood the purpose of the gossip that people hold. I look back down at my sketch book page, which is now looking a good deal like the very boy in front of me. His wide, innocent eyes and slight grin make my heart flutter, even though it's just a drawing.
