Is This Love?

Chapter 2

(Pete's POV)
"Bye Petey have a good day at school" my mother said

"Yeah yeah"

I grabbed my bag and walked toward a yellow bus that's stopped in front of my house. I recently moved to Chicago from Pittsburg because my parents got divorced. My mother and father were in an abusive relationship and me and my mother needed out.

I walked onto the bus and got greeted by the bus driver. I looked over and saw a boy with caramel hair and black glasses. He was sitting alone and seemed like a nice kid so I sat next to him.

"Hello" I said trying to start conversation

"H-hi I'm Patrick"

"Why are you sitting alone? Don't you have friends to sit with?"

Patrick's smile quickly turned into a frown. Oh shit. I actually offended the poor kid. I didn't mean to hurt him I was just asking why he was sitting alone. Great start pete! Already fucked up a potential friendship.

"Sorry I didn't mean it like that"

"It's okay I'm used to it"

Does he really think I'm trying to hurt him. I would never hurt anybody like that. Back in Chicago I was the gay faggot that everyone picked on. When I was 13 I came out as bisexual to my parents and my best friend at the time Mikey. I trusted Mikey with everything, until one day he told everyone my darkest secrets. I used to get bullied and beat up constantly. I'd come home bruised and with black eyes and my mom would complain to the school. The school straight up  lied to my mothers face saying that they would keep an eye out for me. They knew I got beat up daily and refused to do anything about it. One day I came home with a broken rib and that's when my mom pulled me out of the school.
"I'm Pete"
"P-Patrick" the boy said as he shifted closer to me.
"I was just wondering why your alone because you seem like a cool person"

After I said that Patrick's face lit up with excitement and he flashed me a toothy smile. I don't know why he looked so happy. we're going to school, how could someone possibly be that happy for school. I mean unless he loves learning how could someone possibly enjoy school like that.

"well.... you know..... um-"

I could tell that he wasn't comfortable answering the question for whatever reason.  I used to be shy like that but then I decided to not give a shit. If people want to be my friend then cool and if they don't then cool.

"You don't have to answer that I mean if you don't want to"

Patrick then looked at me with a sad smile. I knew something was bothering him but I didn't want to ask or make the situation more awkward. We then sat in silence for the rest of the ride. It wasn't awkward silence we both just didn't want to talk. I didn't mind it and I don't think Patrick was bothered by it either.