Being The Schools Nerd: The Bullied, The Misunderstood, The Unloved

chapter thirteen/ Once Upon A Happy Wyatt

*warning hard topic and graphic description ahead* *Suicide will be mentioned in this chapter*

Wyatt has been avoiding me like the plague this entire week. I've tried countless times, to no avail, to speak to him about what happened Monday night. He walks away for refuses to speak about anything.

It's Friday now and the guys and I have decided on a movie day at their large home. Wyatt like usual was behind the wheel, Damon sat shotgun, and the twins sat next to me. We arrived at the house, the twins were the first to hop out of the car and run into the house. Wyatt quickly got out and headed to the house without saying a word. I looked at Damon confused, his answer was a shrug. I sighed and followed him into the house. The twins were fast to put a movie in, Liam was in the kitchen popping popcorn while Jax severed the sodas and ordered pizza on the phone.

Wyatt stood leaning on the kitchen door. His arms were folded over his chest, his head hung low. He wasn't okay, but he was stubborn as a mule to admit the truth. Wyatt caught me staring at him, so he quickly looked away. He turned around and began to walk away. I took this as my chance to follow him and ask him how he was.

"I'll be right back," I said as I began to head to the direction Wyatt had left.

'What about the movie?" Jax asked

"I have seen it already. Start it without me," I replied

He shrugged and turned back to his brother. I managed to catch up to Wyatt as he made his way up the stairs. He walked down the large corridor and into the last door. I stood outside his room not knowing if I should knock or not. What would I say?

"I know you're out there just come in," he called out.

I pushed the door open and walked sheepishly into his dark room. I flicked the light on and turned to look at him. I looked around his room and took note of the art hanging from his walls. A canvas stood in the middle of the room. I couldn't see the image because it wasn't facing my way.

"Do you need something?" he asked as he rolled his sleeves up and picked up a brush from the table next to him.

'You painted these?" I asked.

"Yes. Again do you need something?" he asked

"Uh...yeah I wanted to know if you're okay," I said

"I'm fine," he replied. There it was again, those two words that seem to hide all your pain and lies.

"You're not fine Wyatt. We both know you're not," I pointed out.

"And how can you tell that I am not okay?" he asked with an arched brow.

"The twins did something stupid today and you didn't call them idiots like you usually do," I replied

"So what? I sometimes don't say it," he said

"You have been even more quiet than you usually are," I added

"I just don't feel like having a conversation," he replied

"Wyatt-"

"Olivia why don't you just ask about what my father and I talked about?" he asked

"What do you mean?" I played confused

"Olivia I know you heard everything, and I know you want to know why I said what I said to him," he said

Wyatt...I-"

"It's okay Olivia. It's just some family issues," he cut me short

"That did not look or sound like just family issues," I pointed out