About Ruben

Monday|12th September 2016

So John. Going to school the next day after that terrific incident on Sunday didn't seem to particularly excite me.

For starters, Parker Hood told me to watch out. What do I watch out for? Trash can over my head. My body in a trash can? My head in the toilet? My body stripped of clothes and forced to walk around in only boxers?

The possibilities were endless. So were the possibilities of me dying.

But you see, I'm writing you so that means that I'm not dead yet.

But sadly very very very very very very very very humiliated.

Because today Parker, Holden and the rest of the football team cornered me during break.

Parker first shouted into my face about stuff along the lines of losergoodfornothingfuckheadfuckingtiredofyourgoodnessyouputonshowandshitgoanddiesothatyoudoeveryoneafavour.

Parker then punched me. And then his friends joined in (but I think Mason Adams (he is gay) felt me up a bit while he had the chance because I felt a hand dangerously near to my butt and when they were finished throwing me around, Holden and some other dude held my arms while Parker brought out a permanent marker and wrote very very very very very vulgar words on my arms and forehead (Thank God my mom wasn't home when I got back from school).

Yeah, so that much to topic Parker.

Next comes Kalani:

Kalani did kind of notice that what she said and did to Lotta didn't make me happier for someone standing up for me but angrier.

So it came to this confrontation when I was alone in the library. This was free the attack of the idiots and I was thankfully wearing a hoody which I pulled over my head. Suddenly Kalani came in and sat down beside me.

Kalani: Hey Ruben...

Me: Oh. Hi.

Silence.

Kalani: Look, Ruben. I just wanted to apologize for whatever happened yesterday. It wasn't nice of me to say that to Carlotta.

Me: No. No it really wasn't.

Kalani: The thing is, I don't understand. Why would you stop me from putting Carlotta in her place? She's been hurting you and everyone else for years. I've heard stories about her and from those I've only gotten the worst picture of her. Why would you not want me or anyone one fact say anything to Carlotta? It's not like your friends or you have a thing for her and...

Silence.

Kalani: Fuck, you have a thing for her, don't you?

Me:...

Kalani: Fuck Ruben. But she's only hurt you.

Me: No.

Kalani: I've seen the way she and her friends hurt you and...fuck look at me when I'm talking to you.

And then John, she went on and ripped my hood off my head. Let's just say that her eyes almost popped out.

Kalani: Ruben. What in God's name happened? Who did this?

Me: Leave it.

Kalani: It was Parker, right? What was it about? Yesterday?

Me: Leave it Kalani.

Kalani; No Ruben...it was about Carlotta, wasn't it? Shit, I knew it. I know she's only hurting you. And you're to blind to see.

Me: Kalani, leave Lotta out of this!

Kalani: Lotta? Oh that's fantastic! Even got a nickname for your crush who is only hurting you-

Me: Shut up Kalani! What's it to you? Leave Lotta out of this! Leave her out of everything because she is not. At. Fault. Here.

Kalani: Oh please. You're just to delusional. People like Carlotta will never associate with people like us. We're the low folk, Ruben.

Me: you know what, Kalani? I don't even care what you think because Lotta is not the terrible and brutal person you all make her be. She's not bad. Crap. Freak. Shit. Lotta is not bad!

You were literally screaming. It was adorable.

And then I stormed out the library without waiting for Kalani.

Like what is her problem, John? Why does she care so much when it comes to Lotta and me (not that there is much of a Lotta and me)?

And like my day wasn't filled with a lot of activity already, this happened.

So I was storming down the hall with my hood over my head and literally ignoring everyone around me and I just blindly ran along some corridor until I reached the staircase. And then I froze.

Because sitting on those steps alone was Lotta.

And Jesus Christ. Crap freak shit. I think my heart exploded when she raised her head to brush a golden lock out of her face and she spotted me and a small smile lit up and her face and vanished just as quickly. She scrambled to her feet and pressed her books to her chest.

Lotta: Ruben.

Me: Lot...Carlotta. What...what are you doing here?

Lotta: Just...thinking. How are you? I mean your...

She pointed to her body. And then to her face. She hadn't seen the condition my face was in now.

Me: Good. It's almost gone.

And then like I'm cursed, my hood just magically drops off my head. Thanks fate.

Lotta: Ruben, oh my god!

Me: It's nothing, Carlotta. I'll just go wash it off.

Lotta: Was it Parker? It was Parker! I'm going to kill him.

Me: Don't get homicidal. There's a solution to everything.

She cracked a smile at that but then regained her neutral face again.

Lotta: I am sorry, Ruben. I'm sorry that I couldn't stop him. And...and maybe we should stop...talking to each other.

Me: What? Why? I'm okay! It's gonna come off! We don't have to stop talking!

Lotta: It's not because of what they did to you. It's because of what they will do if we don't stop.

Me: Is it because you're afraid of losing Parker?

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

Lotta: No...it's because of who I am. We're not friends and we're never gonna be. Bye Ruben.

What a bitch

Maybe Kalani is right. Maybe I'm too delusional.

fyfy, Ruben