Ticket Outta Loserville (Trames au)

Chapter 11- Tristan's POV

I'm so shocked at first that I don't know what to say. James, who I've lowkey crushed on forever, has literally just told me he's gay and I'm the one sat here in shock. Judging by the amount of crying he did earlier, he's pretty emotional already, and I don't want to make things worse. James looks to me, shaking and clearly waiting for a reaction. When I finally manage to find my voice I say "Uh, ok. That's cool."

I can see the instant relief on James' face. "You're sure?"

"Course." I say, feeling more comfortable now. "Why would it bother me? We're not like close friends or anything."

James shrugs. "Billy had a problem with it."

"What did he say?" I ask sympathetically, though I'm still not over this crazy situation. 

James sighs, and I've got a horrible feeling he's about to cry again. "He just started asking me what was wrong with me."

I know James is usually horrible to me, but I do feel sorry for him. "It's more what's wrong with him." I say, trying to reassure him. "He's the one with the problem, not you."

James lets out a shaky breath. "You don't get it. He threatened to tell everyone in the whole school. Everyone will hate me." A single tear slides down his cheek.

I put an arm around him. "Don't you think they'll hate him more for being a horrible person?"

"You don't know what my friends are like." James says miserably. "I know they give you a hard time, but it's pretty scary being in the group as well. They say they're my friends, why do they treat me like that?" I don't reply, but I wrap both my arms around him and give him a proper hug, as he seems to really need one. Clearly James agrees, as he soon starts to cry weakly into my shoulder. 

This is so strange-a few weeks ago, he looked horrified at the idea of even having to sit next to me, yet here he is crying in my arms- he must be desperate. I don't tend to feel sorry for people who are horrible to me, but James seems to be the exception. As I hold him (which is totally surreal), I contemplate telling him that I'm gay too, but I decide against it because I don't want to tell him before my family and actual friends, and I think he's had enough for one day, even though it's only the morning. 

After a while, he stops sniffling. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today."

"It's ok." I promise. Then I ask "Why did you think I was Alex?"

James sighs. "Because he's the only one in that group who really cares about me. Plus, I somehow cried even more than this when I came out to him, so I figured he'd know what to do." I must look confused at that, because James takes it upon himself to explain what happened when he told Alex- I just hope Brad and Connor are that supportive when I finally get around to telling them. Eventually, James asks "What's the time?"

I check my phone. "About 10 to 9. We can go to the end of form if you want."

James shakes his head. "No way. Can I go and wash my face though?" I nod, so we head off to the bathroom. James splashes cold water over his face in an attempt to get rid of the tear tracks. 

"Let's hope no one walks in!" I joke, though James looks at me strangely.

"Why?" he asks.

I smile. "I guess people would think it was weird that we were in the bathroom together with no one else." 

Suddenly, we hear voices outside, and James looks panicked. "Fuck, that's some of my teammates." Before he can explain, the group barge in.

"Hey James!" one of them drawls. "What're you doing?"

James shrugs. "Not much. I've just got a bit of a headache."

I'm looking on in odd fascination, and one of them notices. "What are you staring at, weirdo?"

"Ewan, stop." James protests.

"Why?" Ewan asks. "Oh, do you fancy him? Is that it?"

My cheeks flush red, and that's when James hurts me. "Of course not."he says, looking appalled. "Have you seen him? Why would I?" Ouch, that hurts.

They all laugh at the look on my face. Part of me wants it to be a fake laugh from James, but I don't think it is. I can't believe it- I hugged him and comforted him, and now he just throws it right back in my face. I turn to run out of the bathroom, and I risk a look over my shoulder hoping for an apologetic smile from James, but all I get is a cruel smirk. As weird as it sounds, it feels like betrayal. Thankfully, the bell rings, and I can get away, but it still hurts. I push angrily though the crowd, James' cruelty still echoing through my mind.

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Poor Trissy 😭 I know it's sad, but I liked this one. Please let me know if you liked it, I love reading comments *needy af*

I failed a history test earlier, but so did the whole class, so we're blaming the teacher 😂 She is crap though, we got our new one today and I already like her so much more. Why is always me who gets the really weird teachers?