Senior Slump Or Comeback Of The Year

Fucking Sick

Patrick's head was still whirling when he walked into the school Monday morning. His mother insisted on driving him because he had to pick up another batch of prenatal vitamins before he got there. And she wanted to make sure he didn't forget.

The hair on his skin prickled up as soon as he entered hell um.. the school building. People were staring at him. People who'd never acknowledged his existence before had their eyes glued on his face. Someone looked back at him before proceeding to whisper something to a group of people. Who then all decided to look back at him at the same time.

He kept his head down and rushed towards his locker. Andy was already waiting for him when he got there. He was practically bouncing on his heels in anticipation. Leaping for Patrick the moment he was in his view. He pulled the shorter man as close to him as he could without it looking like more than it was to the wondering eyes. And it seems everyone in the halls eyes were wondering towards him.

"What the hell took you so long to get here?" He excitedly whispered.

"There was a line at the pharmacy." Patrick peeked over both of his shoulders. Finding even more people whispering and staring. "Why is everyone looking at us?"

"Us?" Andy repeated. "Oh no, my friend. They're staring at you."

"Why? What's going on?"

"Pete broke up with Sarah this morning. In front of everyone!"

Patrick wanted to smile at the news but his face froze under the intense scrutiny. "So?"

"People are saying he broke up with her for you!"

Oh no. Pete was going to get so much shit for that. "Why would people be saying that?" Patrick looked around at the numerous eyes on him again. Meagan. It had to be her. No one else knew about them.

"I guess because he spoke to you in front of everyone the other day. And I heard that someone said they heard him ask to hang out with you over the weekend."

"Who said that?"

"I don't know! I just heard someone say it. You know how rumors go in this school."

"Oh my God."

"Not quite god." Mikey said before pushing Patrick into his locker. "But close."

"Back off, dumbass." Andy pushed the man back.

His two idiot followers at his side moved to strike. But Mikey held up a hand to stop them. Andy stood between the bully and his best friend.

"What did you do to my best friend, you fucking fag?" He yelled.

"I didn't do anything!" Patrick's voice was small and afraid.

"Fuck. Off!" Andy bit out.

"You made him a faggot like you!"

"I didn't make him anything!"

"Stop calling him a faggot, you faggot."

"Fuck off, Hurley."

"Fuck you, dickhead."

"This isn't your business."

"His business is my business."

"What, are you a fag too?"

"Why?" He barked back. "Are you trying to fuck me?"

"This is the last time I'm going to tell you to fuck off!" He warned. "Or I'm going to make you fuck off."

"If love to see you try."

"Frank. Ray."

"Gotcha." Frank smirked.

They both grabbed for Andy. Earning Ray a punch in the nose and Frank a hit in the stomach. Ray swung back so Andy punched him again. While he was preoccupied with beating on Ray, Frank grabbed him from behind.

"You messed with Pete's head." Mikey stepped to Patrick, who was cowering into himself. His fist struck him in the abdomen. Patrick gasped when the air left his body.

Andy kicked frank in the knee with all the power he could muster up. Frank yelped in pain and dropped the smaller boy. Andy wasted no time in rushing towards Mikey. Literally pouncing on him. The boys fell to the ground in a fury of swear words and fist.

Pete, Gerard and the other football players were there a second later. The others moved to separate the tussling boys from each other. But Pete's target was Patrick. A hand held over his mouth like he was going to be sick. He felt Pete's palms pressing gently against the sides of his stomach.

"Are you okay?" He tried to look him in the eyes but Patrick glanced over at where his friend was being held back by Gerard.

"I-I'm fine." Patrick muttered.

But he didn't look fine. He looked terrified. Pete spun around to face Mikey. His frame shaking with rage. Another player stepped in front of him before he could knock his lights out.

"I told you not to touch him!" He sneered.

"You're taking up for him over me?" He pushed against the arms holding him back. "Are you fucking kidding?"

"Am I kidding? I told you not to touch him! Are you fucking stupid?

"Why would you take up for that fag over me?"

"I like him." Pete yelled and the hall silenced. "So I guess that makes me a fag too."

"That's fucking sick." Mikey spit. Yanking himself out of his friend's hold. Instead of moving to start another fight, He took a deliberate step back. "You're fucking sick."