High School//Ianthony

Chapter 3: What Happened in 6th Grade

~Ian~

I'm losing blood but I don't care. Usually I would lye there on the ground until I got enough energy to go home. But I continue to walk away, Anthony is the last person I want to see. The world starts to seem dizzy as my head meets the ground. I groan in pain.

~Anthony~

"Ian?" I call out to him, walking towards him. He is on the ground, I need to help him. "You are going to punch me again aren't you?" Ian says quietly. I shake my head no and go over to the ground. "Ian, you are obviously hurt, come on, I'm going to help you whether you like it or not." Ian eyes widen in surprise but then nods, I help him up and put his arm around my neck so he can balance. "Thanks," Ian replies to my gesture. "I beat you up it's the least I can do," We both laugh somewhat silently and I help him over to my car, putting him in the passenger seat. I drive him to my house and I look over at Ian. His head is pressed against the window and his eyes are shut. Asleep. I smile slightly to myself and get him and me out of the car.

~Ian~

I feel arms around me. My eyes flutter open to see Anthony carrying me 'bridal style'. "Sorry..." Anthony says as soon as I open my eyes. Is he...blushing? Its probably just my imagination. "You wouldn't wake up so I got you out of the car..." "It's fine, really," I try and smile at him, even though it was a small smile, it was sincere. Wait...why am I smiling at him? He's the one who beat you with his friends. Anthony smiles back at me and puts me on his bed. I remember it....

~Flashback~

Anthony and I were sitting on his bed. We were paired together for a project and we became friends. "I should tell you something..." Anthony says, twiddling with his thumbs. "I'm bisexual...please dont hate me!" He shout whispers. "Really? Please don't tell anyone but...I'm gay..." I say, with confidence in my voice. His worried look turns into one of relief. "I guess I'm not alone," Anthony replies to me.

~A Week Later~

Why is everyone in the hall giving me strange looks? I walk over to my locker that happens to be right next to Anthony's. He is standing there with a couple of guys. They all give me looks of disgust. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Sup fag?" One of the guys says to me. "Excuse me?" I ask. "You such a cock-sucker," All of them laugh. "Anthony?" I ask. "Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends?" "You think I was actually friends with you?" He told me. I could feel tears welling in my eyes. "B-but you said you were bisexual? Why are you making fun of me then?" I ask, trying to blink away the tears. "I was only trying to get the truth out of you, faggot," Anthony spat back at me. In one quick motion, I turned my heels and ran to the janitor's closet. I sat down in the fetal position and cried. The tears just kept coming. I can never forgive Anthony...

~End of Flashback~