Damn You [BoyxBoy]

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His fist collides with my face. Pain spreads through me, but not from the punch itself; but from the fact that he did it. I’ve never felt this kind of pain in my entire life. I feel like my heart was dropped. Shattered.

 Few Days Earlier

  I bolt down the stairs, a huge smile planted on my face. I continue sprinting until I find the kitchen. My dad sits in his usual spot. I hear a frustrated scream coming from the hallway. I quickly hide behind the granite counter. “Ty! I swear to God that if you don’t allow me to rip your head off, I’ll kill you!” my sister, Charlotte, screams. “Wait, if I rip your head off you’ll die anyway. Either way, come out of and face me!”

  Knowing she’ll go through with her promise, I rise from behind the counter and raise my hands in defeat. My dad chuckles, while he remains reading his newspaper. “You know, your both too old to be fighting like children,” my dad says, laying his paper down. He looks up at me, “What did you do to your sister this time?” I smile and my eyes find the floor. “I may or may not have texted her Middle School crush and told him she was still in love with him,” I admit, starting to laugh at the thought of what I had done a few minutes earlier. Dad rolls his eyes, “Both of you go get ready for school. You’re not being late for something so stupid.” Charlotte huffs and turns on.

  I pound my fists in victory. “Don’t be so happy,” she mutters, as we go up the stairs, “I’ll get you back one day.” I cringe at the thought of what she could do. We’re both pretty evil when it comes to revenge.

  I open the door to my room. I go into my closet and pick a blue, Under Armor hoodie; black, basketball shorts; and my Nike Free Runs. I look at myself one more time in the mirror, before leaving. I about think how much I look like my mom: same jet black hair, navy, blue eyes, and pink lips. The thought of her brings a smile to my face.

  Once I’m back downstairs, my dad has already left, and my sister is probably still getting ready. I take out my iPhone 5 and look at the time: 7:30. The drive to school is 10 minutes long, so I might as well go now. I grab my car keys and walk out of my house. My 2011, blue Mustang is parked in the driveway like usual.

   The drive to school is boring like always. I park in the main parking lot. Before I step out, I text Piper to meet me at the front entrance. I begin to make my way to the doors, when my shoulder hits someone. “Watch where you’re going fag,” Jeremy barks.

  A groan escapes my mouth immediately. Jeremy Stevens is Springdale High’s one and only douchebag. The word fag is the ending to 99% of his sentences that are directed towards me. You see, I’ve never done anything to him. Ever. Yet, he still hates me! Maybe it’s the fact that I hang around girls most of the time or my smarts that make him think that I’m gay, and he hates homosexual people; with a passion.

  “Sorry,” I retort. He evilly squints, and then continues walking towards the glass double doors of the school. I roll my eyes and continue, as well. Piper is waiting like she promised under a tree-its leaves turning a light brown. Piper’s light, brown hair reaches her shoulders with curls. She has hazel – almost yellow- eyes. She’s one of the most gorgeous girls in this town, but for whatever reason, I don’t want to date her. I definitely could if I so desired, however no part in my body wants her. I’m not gay, I’m sure of that. Maybe she’s just too pretty for my tastes.

  “Hey,” she says with a smile on her lips. “Hi,” I reply back.

  “Ok, so you know how the carnival is coming to town next week?” she asks. Every year, Springdale has a carnival in the middle of fall. I’ve gone plenty of times over the years, but it’s never as exciting as most carnivals are. Add that I’ve lost several hundred dollars in the games.