With You

Him

The bell rings for lunch and it makes you jump. You get up and follow the flowing stream of students out the door to merge with the students in the hallway. You felt like you were in a human cattle drive, but louder and smelly with B.O. and cheap cologne. You huff as you finally make it to your locker, popping it open to shove your binder and books in. You notice that Eridan wasn't at his locker. He was always at his locker after the lunch bell. You shrug to yourself and head to the cafeteria, it being surprisingly full today, given that everybody wanted to stay inside for lunch and not get pranked outside. It was so packed you couldn't even find a seat. You sigh and throw your perfectly good tray in the trash, and set it aside for washing. You weren't hungry anyway. Your stomach hurt too much. You trail aimlessly through the empty halls until you reach the school doors. Too lost in your thoughts you head outside, joining the other students who were brave enough to use their open campus privileges during prank week. You walk down the sidewalk and round the corner to the track, deciding to walk in aimless circles in silence until the first bell rings for class. As you step onto the black rubbered track, you hear deep chuckles and the sound of a thump. Following the soft chuckles and laughs, you find yourself walking over to the shed next to the school. You look down the alley between the two buildings, finding something that made you freeze.

Kankri had his back pressed against the wall of the shed, Cronus's body right up against his. The air was thick with their chuckles and wet noises of their mouths opening and closing against each other. Kankri laughed as Cronus slid his hands up his sweater to his chest. They gasped for air as they broke their kiss, Kankri only bringing his lips to Cronus's neck and ear. They both groaned as they started grinding against each other, their moans of need laced with pleasure as Cronus slides his hands down to snake under Kankri's jeans. Kankri, grinds into his hand as it moves down farther to his crotch. You turn away immediately and run back to the school, running inside, down the halls and past the teachers snapping at you, then finally into the girls restroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, your arms and hands shaking.

It all made sense now.

Why Cronus bullied him like that.

To hide the fact that he himself was gay. To make him see more manly than what he really was. To make Eridan look like the one who was gay.

There was a rumor a few years back written on a restroom stall saying that, "Ampora is gay."

Cronus took that as a chance to throw it on his brother.

Oh god.

You had to tell him.

Splashing cold water on your face you step out and stand, remembering that you hadn't seen him after the lunch bell. You look both ways down the hall, for any trace. He wasn't in the cafeteria, you knew, he never ate in there. He always ate...

In the gym.

Taking off in a sprint you steal the time to glance at a clock in a classroom.

You had 30 more minutes left. Plenty of time.

You keep running, receiving loads of, "Watch it!" and, "SLOW DOWN!"

But you didn't care. You had to find Eridan.

Bursting through the gym doors you scan the bleachers for him. You don't see him. No one was in there. You jog across the gym floor to the small hallway leading to the boys locker room. Pausing, you decide to pull up the hood of your jacket to hide your hair and your face a bit. You tried your best to hide your girlish face. You walk down the hall to the closed locker room door. Closed. It was never closed. The boys locker room door had a bad hinge, which always left it halfway open. Your breath hitching you shove open the heavy door with your shoulder and step in silently. You walk into the humid, sweat smelled room, cringing your nose up. Not hearing any voices so far you travel farther, stepping past the lockers to the restroom area. The sight of the dirty urinals made you gag almost, your gag almost turning into a loud gasp when you heard a noise. Someone crying. You walk past the wall of urinals and round the corner to the stalls with the toilets, all of them being open. The cries and gasps got louder as you inched closer to the last stall. You peak into the last stall, finding no one, but the cries were so close and clear. Then you noticed there was about three feet of space between the stall and the wall. You swallow nervously and lean forward. You gasp and bring your hand up to your mouth.

Eridan was sitting cross legged on the dirty floor, with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and his arms and hands covered in glossy crimson. Bloodied blades rest in one palm, a tear stained and blood soaked tissue in the other.