Days before... (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

i wake up to my dad banging on the attics staircase screaming "get the fuck up you son of a bitch, if you don't get down here right now i'll fucking come up there and kill you."

lovely wake up dad. i throw clothes on not even caring about what they are and go down the stairs. "what do you need?" i sneer.

he shoves me up into the wall "lose the attitude fuck tard. you will come home at two today. the boys are coming over and you need to cook for them. you got it?!"

i nod and walk out the front door. i don't have shoes on, my shirt has a rip down the front and my jeans are all tore up. good think i at least remembered to grab my phone. i check the time on it, 5:36am. good ill have plenty of time to get to school and change before anyone sees me like this.

after a very cold 20 minute walk i sneak into the back door of the school and down into the basement. i make a right turn at the bottom of the staircase and go into the janitors lounge. Carl the janitor that showed me this place is passed out on the couch. i walk over and shake one of his feet.

he grunts and half opens his eyes before closing them again. "what time is it?" he mumbles.

"6 o'clock." he rubs the sleep out of his face.

"I'm up. go ahead and get dressed."

i go over to the metal cabinet in the back corner and open it. there are shirts and vests hanging on the left, skinny jeans on the right. necklaces and bracelets are scattered on the to shelf and 3 pairs of shoes are lined up on the bottom.

i pick out my atreyu shirt and net top along with a pair of black skinny jeans, and head into the bathroom to change. after i finally get them pulled on over my big butt i go under the sink and get my black eyeliner, making sure to put it on thick today. i go back over to Carl to see he fell back asleep and is snoring quite loudly.

i yell "earthquake!" as i grab his legs and swing his body off the couch.

he wakes u instantly and jumps up putting me into a head lock and giving me a noggy. he releases me and i almost fall back onto the couch from laughter.

"you... shoulda. seen... your...face" i say between laughs.

he looks at his watch. "you should be upstairs already."

"yes sir father sir." that gets him to crack a smile.

"just go finish getting ready alright kido." he turn and walks off to some other part of the basement.

i walk back to the cabinet and find my black and silver studded collar and my studded bracelets. i pick up my brush and run it through my hair. brushing it reminds me i have to re-die it soon. i sigh like i have the money for that. after sliding on my red converse and shutting the cabinet tight i go find Carl.

he is tinkering with one of the broken water fountains. "don't let the bullies get to you," he says like always

"ha! ill chew those pansies up and spit them out." i reply as usual before climbing up the stairs and going to my locker. only a few people are in the hallway. i look at the clock above my locker. 7:02, damn i still have 30 minutes to blow before homeroom. 

i take my book out of my locker and go sit in the hallway near my homeroom. I'm so wrapped up in the amazing writing of Julie Ann Peters that it takes a pair of ugly ass brown shoes kicking my foot to pull me back to reality.

i look up from the shoes to see this guys face and its Danny. he walk up next to me and slides down the wall ill we are sitting shoulder to shoulder.

"those are horribly ugly, just so you know." he picks at them.

"i know my father made me wear them this morning."

"you let your father dress you for school? what are ya a little kid?" i tease.

he playfully shoves me in the shoulder "not like that you doof."

he stands up and extends a hand to help me up. he pulls me up a little to hard causing me to sorta stumble and fall into him. he holds me there at least a few seconds more than he should then quickly realizing what he is doing releases me and looks around to see if anyone saw. with a good check around we see there is no one anywhere in the hallway, thank god. homeroom must of already started, oh well i hardly ever go any ways. i take Danny's hand and lead him to the door i use to get to the basement.

"what are you doing?" he asks as i open the door.

"nothing bad, come on." we get in and i look around for Carl. i don't see him over at the fountain so i guess its just me and Danny. i take him to the cabinet and open it motioning to the shoes.

"pick a pair." he picks up the black combat boots then sets them back down.

"whose are these?"

"there mine. everything in here is mine." he looks at me to make sure I'm serious then returns to the shoes picking up the black high-tops this time.

he takes a seat on the couch as switches out his ugly brown i don't know how you can even classify them as shoes 'shoes' for the converse and mutters "thank you."

"it really was no problem-" he kisses me cutting my sentence off. guess hes figured out how to fix my blaby mouth.

"next time just accept my thank you." he says.

"never, not if protesting gets me a kiss from you." i reply with a smirk.

he looks down at my left arm and starts making little circles with his thumbs clearly trying to think something through his brain. his thumb grazes one of my cuts from last night and he snaps out of his thought process. he flips my arm over and looks at all the scars new, and old.

"you cut?" he asks barely above a whisper in a voice that seems like he wants to cry.

"its nothing" i say taking his hand off my arm.

"Lucas, do you want to die?" i stay silent for a very long time.

when hes about thinks i won't answer i say so quiet I'm not even sure he'll hear "yes." i take a deep breath forcing myself not to cry.

"Lucas." he says in a sweet caring voice and tries to give me a hug.

i shove him away. "i don't want you to care. just go away and be like everyone else, ignore me." a few tears slip out against my will.

he tries to put his hand on my cheek but again i shove him away. "fine, if you wont leave.. i will!" i go up the basement stairs and out one of the back doors.

i just keep walking till my feet feel numb and i just feel like walking anymore. finding a tree i climb to the top of it, hiding away in all its branches and leaves. and i cry.

i just pushed away the only person who gives a shit about me. the only person that i care about. what the fuck. maybe i should just end it. right here, right now. no ones here to stop me.

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