Farkle's PoV;
As I walked back home, all I can think about was him. His gorgeous, green eyes. His tall, muscular body. Oh god I'm in love. But why him? Of all the boys in this school, why did I have to have a crush on Lucas Friar! He's so popular and way out of my league. I sighed and continued walking. When I got home, my parents weren't there yet again so I just walked upstairs and went on my computer.
That was a huge mistake.
I saw them. The messages from Billy. "23 unread notifications..." I read the messages aloud to myself.
"You're such a fag."
"Nobody cares about you anyway. You're a nothing."
"You should just kill yourself. It's not like anybody would care anyway.."
I closed my computer and began to cry. He's right. Nobody cares about me. I am a nothing. Everybody would be a lot better off without me. I looked over at the box on my shelf, still crying. I slowly got up and walked towards it. I opened the box to reveal 3 shiny blades. I grabbed one and began to make slices randomly all over my arm.
Lucas' POV;
Billy and I were walking to his house after school. "Yo you wanna stay the night today?" "Sure why the hell not." Billy smiled. "Ok cool." He got out his phone and started to laugh. "Hey you know that little Farkle twerp?" I looked away from him. "Uhm...y-yeah what about him?" He shoved his phone in my face. "Look at this shit! He's such a little bitch!" I stared at the phone and stopped in my tracks. Billy had been sending a bunch of horrible messages to him. "Dude what the fuck?! That's horrible!" He looked at me, confused. "Lucas, he's a nothing. Nobody cares about him. Are you saying you do?" At this point, I was angry. "Yeah I care! I'm not a dick! I may not know the guy very well, but he seems like a cool person and maybe I'd like to get to know the little guy!" Billy snorted. "Yeah okay whatever. You're probably a fag like him. I bet you like him!" I could feel my face getting hot. He laughed again. "You do!" He started to walk away and I punched him in the face. "Fuck you, dude! Fuck! You!" I walked the other way to my home. I can't believe he would do something like that! And to Farkle of all people! Farkle is such a nice person. I mean, sure, whenever he gets near me he looks away or he runs off, but I know that he's a good person. I've heard it. Wait a minute...why does he do that around me..? Could he- no. I doubt that. He probably thinks I'm a dick. Why would he like someone like me..?
I hope you guys liked that! I know it's a bit short but this is just a sort of prologue thing. Give me your feedback in the comments, please! :)
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Mr. Perfect And The Nothing | Larkle
Fanfiction**(TRIGGER WARNING; DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, BULLYING MENTION)** Nothing; not anything; no single thing Perfect; having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.