"Oh, I'm sorry," Destery mumbled, his silky chestnut hair sweeping around his right eye snugly as his whole face turned a shade of rosy pink, picking up both our books.
I had managed to crash into him. He's practically the typical shy guy at our school and I'm simply the typical asshole everybody hates yet loves for some reason... and I'm an in-the-closet gay. What a punch in the chest, huh? However if anybody managed to find out about that...? I'd be dead. Simple. Yet this kid had managed to open up about it, as soon as he realised it, and his "best friend" spread the supposed 'rumours' all around school, then... oh no? It turned out the alleged 'rumours' were reality. What a tragedy, eh?
"No problem." I beamed, helping him pick up both our books, retrieving my own in doing so and handing him his last possession: his diary. It was conveniently half open, so I managed to notice some crossed out words located at the top of the page. Those words... they looked like my name.
My mind was pretty fumbled by then, however I couldn't read anymore, as Destery snatched his diary off me, still pink in the face, and scurried off to his lesson without a single word.
"So it said that?" my friend, Jimmy cackled, looking over at Destery whom of which was scurrying off toward the library like a doormouse. I nodded in response, looking in Destery's direction as well.
"Yeah, pretty weird if you ask me." I murmured.
Jimmy shrugged and laughed with a cocky attitude then, with his head held high, strode over to Destery, my heart beginning to thump in my chest. Jimmy was a pretty rough dude and had a distate for Destery, given his sexuality. Therefore it was quite obvious he had ill intentions. I felt my cheeks burn up, so I instantly brought my blue hoodie up to my face to cover my mouth, it was simply an attempt to hide my worry. This was bad. When Jimmy wanted to hurt someone, oh boy would he. He could easily make their lives a living hell as well and quite frankly, I really didn't want that to happen to Destery.
However many weird vibes I was receiving from him after spotting my name in his most prized possession, he was however a really sweet guy. Plus he was kind of cute. Yes, I said cute. More of in a dorky way but he was. He dorned that mid-length chestnut hair of his, signature of course; faint freckles scattered across his pale face; dimples too of course, couldn't have a cutie without those; his uniform was always a little raggedy as well and he always wore a basic grey hoodie, his outfit complete with a chain on his trousers. He was, as mentioned previously, super shy and I quite liked that in a guy. Destery was kind of odd in terms of dress sense as described, and usually not the type I would ever go for, but there was something about him that I quite liked deep down. I couldn't pinpoint it though.
I couldn't do anything at the time sadly, my feet were glued to the spot I was situated in. I watched Jimmy grow continually more and more aggressive, penting up his anger to ready himself for a pointless beat'em'up.
People had already began to stop and watch Jimmy taunt Destery relentlessly. Some people ran off with their mouths covered, some were running, some were yelling for others to come see the scene, or ran off to go look or begging for a nearby teacher's assistance. I couldn't really see what was going on at all due to the vast of the amount of people blocking my view, but when I spotted one of the teachers walk over to the squarry of students I saw blood. I honestly wanted to deny that I saw such a liquid, but I simply could not. So I pussied out and fled the scene, knowing all too well it was definitely poor Destery who was hurt. I didn't want to see that horrific scene at all, it was unnecessary.
The next day of school rolled over and Jimmy was absent. My heart began to thud heavily against my ribcage I glanced over to Destery, who was seemingly doodling on a scrappy piece of paper, humming to himself quietly. I pushed myself out of my seat with sweaty palms and began to immediately tense up as I saw his drawing. It was a person, whom of which looked exactly like me, but with stab wounds in them and a love heart on the corner of the folded up scrap of paper. The fuck? I gulped and cleared my throat, tossing aside any horrific thoughts, himself instantly turning a light pink after spotting me once more and quickly stuffing the drawing away in his scratty bag. "Hey," I greeted him mumbling, forcing myself to present a weak smile.
