Break Me Instead|Ghorror

[1: Pity Party]

Ricky ran a hand through his dark hair as he walked out of the school doors, backpack on his shoulders and headphones in his ears. It was chilly ouside, so he was glad to have a hoodie on.

A firm hand on Ricky's shoulder startled him, causing him to make a noise in surprise. He groaned aloud when he saw the face the hand eventually led to.

Taking out an earbud, he muttered, "What the fuck do you want from me now, Matt? You humiliated me enough with the fucking throwing my books in the trash, okay?"

Matt smiled, hands up in a mock surrender. "Hey, hey, calm down there, dude. I came to... Make amends."

Ricky raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, that's believable coming from the guy who beat up the kid with a broken arm. What. Do you. Want."

Matt chuckled at Ricky's demeanor, then made a straight face. "I would like to formally invite you to a party at my place tonight. It's Friday, my parents are out of town, and there's gonna be chicks there."

Ricky sighed, throwing his head back, annoyed. "You know I want nothing to do with the female anatomy, shithead. Now, what's your plan here?"

Matt rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I guess you won't wanna have the chance to speak with Devin Sola." He smirked.

Ricky went red in the cheeks. He'd had a crush on Devin since sixth grade, and he was now a junior in high school. The courage to talk to him is what he really needed.

"Pfft, I don't give a shit," he lied, putting his headphones on again and walking away.

'Oh, I am so going to that party.' He thought to himself as he began the walk home.

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Why did he even show up? Ricky stood against the wall, can of cola in hand while he gazed across the room to the beautiful Devin motherfucking Sola. He looked sexy, a velvet, long sleeved dress with a slit up the side to show off his pretty leg. Mmph, the things Ricky wanted to do to that boy.

Ricky continued to stare at the dreadhead beauty, looking away when Devin caught his gaze. He waved and smiled at Ricky, knowing exactly what he was going to do tonight.

"Hey, Olson!" Matt called, waving Ricky over as he emptied the center of the room.

Ricky gave the middle finger, scoffing. He didn't want to be around the stench of spilled, cheap beer. His efforts proved unsuccessful when Matt's friend grabbed his wrist firmly and dragged him to the center of the room.

Ricky felt every set of eyes on him, looking longingly to Devin. The two had never spoken, Ricky was too afraid. Now, he was terrified. Devin was friend's with the people doing this to him. He began to prepare for his humiliation.

"I wanna make a toast," Matt started, "to this faggot right here!" Laughter erupted around the room as Matt dumped his beer on Rickys head, his friends doing the same. "This stupid, crybaby, wannabe fucking Marilyn Manson!"

Ricky couldn't move. His hands were held firmly behind his back, and quite frankly, he was too scared to move. He swallowed a lump in his throat, the beer dripping down his pale face. "Original, coming from the wannabe Michael Jordan." He sneered.

Oh, Ricky, you've only made it worse. Matt's minion stepped in front of Ricky with an empty beer can. He bent the can back and forth until the aluminum tore, then smirked. "Cock swallowing bitch!" He spat, dragging the sharp aluminum diagonally across Ricky's face. It cut his lip, eyebrow and nose, the blood dripping and the beer stinging the new wound.

Devin gasped and ran over, attempting to shove the jocks away. "Leave him alone!" He whimpered, punching the one that held Ricky's hands behind his back in the chest. He let go of Ricky, which gave him a chance to run outside and down the sidewalk.

He found a bench and sat at it, taking off his beer covered hoodie which left him in an old black tank top. He trembled with anxiety, hurriedly grabbing his phone to text someone to pick him up.

He didn't get to type the text before he began to cry, setting his phone to the side and covering his bloody face with his hands. Devin Sola, the boy he loved, watched him be mutilated.

Footsteps were heard down the sidewalk, along with a familiar voice. "R-Ricky, wait!" It was Devin. He held up a bit of his dress as he ran over, then took a seat beside Ricky. "I'm so sorry!"

Ricky glared at him. "I'm fine. Get the fuck away from me." He muttered.

"Wh-What did I do?" Devin asked in reply.

"You let it happen! Your stupid fucking friends! You only stopped because they started hurting me!" He snapped, gritting his teeth.

Devin shrank back a bit. "I-I'm sorry.." He whispered, looking down sadly.

Ricky's expression softened. Did he really want to hurt the boy he liked? "H-Hey... I'm sorry about that.. I had no reason to snap at you that way..." He sighed. "I know it wasn't your fault, Devin."

Devin looked up to Ricky and gasped at the blood. "Oh, shit, let me help you," he insited, reaching into his bra to grab a tissue he used to stuff it. He gently dabbed away the blood, gasping when Ricky winced after he touched his lip. "I'm sorry!"

Ricky shook his head, giving a sad smile. "It's okay, Devin... Just a reaction.." He sighed, looking at the pretty boy with sad blue eyes.

Devin felt a pain in his chest. He pushed it to the side, letting his common decency take over. He set a hand on Ricky's cheek. "I'm really sorry about what they did to you. I-I never knew they were like that." He whispered.

Ricky shrugged. "Why do you hang out with them?" He asked. "They're all uninteresting, anyway." He muttered, cheeks red from Devin's touch.

Devin swallowed nervously. "The girls I hang out with are really kind, and they accept me." He replied. "And, if it makes you feel any better, uhm... I'm gay."

"A blind man could see that.." Ricky replied quietly, hesitantly setting his hand on Devin's.

Devin smiled slightly. "You're really handsome. I've seen you around school, you look good."

Ricky shook his head. "I'm not.. I'm just a crybaby wannabe Manson." He sighed, turning away as he began to tear up again.

Devin kissed Ricky's cheek and shook his head. "No, you're really not, Ricky."

The two shared a somewhat awkward silence. Why was Devin being so nice to Ricky? From what Ricky knew, he was just as bad as his friends.

As much as Ricky truly wanted to kiss Devin right then and there, small sobs escaped his lips alongside tears. He covered his face, shoulders shaking.

Devin whimpered, hugging Ricky lightly. "Don't cry! D-Don't cry, please!"

Ricky practically threw himself into Devin's arms, his once strong walls crumbling right in front of the gorgeous boy. "I-I can't! I'm broken."

"Things that are broken must be fixed." Devin whispered soothingly, a glint in his eye that was...

Peculiar.

Wow. Just... Uh, It's midnight. I have things to do, I should be getting some rest... Or I could write a fucking Ghorror story, because fuck priorities. -Ricky🐢