Maybe...

The Truth

That was good what you did there, Mackenna said smiling at me. Thanks i said. Me and Mackenna said our goodbyes and i turned back to Marco who was quietly studying my face. Why did you do that, he asked. I realized now that he was crying. He quickly wiped the tears away. Its ok to cry i said to him. No, he mumbled, guys dont cry. Yes they do! Everyone cries i said to him, sitting on the bench and patting the space besides me. He sat down. How long has this been going on i asked him ignoring the question he asked me first. Every game. Marco mumbled his eyes filling with tears again. Tell. Me. All. I said to him.

He began, ever since i moved here at the beginning of the year people saw me as a target to their jokes. I managed to make friends with Hayes but he is so popular he barley spends time with me. And all the other guys tease me and i don't know why. The make fun of my face- me having glasses, and my suicidal mother. His voice got high at the last part as tears began to fall. I d-dont kno w-why. He said through tears. And Hayes will never s-stick up for me- even th-though he is such a good g-guy...
SO WHY BRYNN! He sudently burst.  WHY DID YOU STICK UP FOR ME!? WHY ARE YOU THE FIRST! He sobbed. I looked at him.

Because i know exactly how you feel i whispered. Remember when i didnt tell you why i moved here. Its because i was bullied too Marco! They would call me ugly and they would physiclly hurt me to the point where i couldnt take it anymore! On social media they would spread lies about me. I had no friends, i was all alone, and i told my parents but nothing helped. I would come home frome school with a black eye sometimes because i would constantly get beat up by boys AND girls. I would live with fear as if my nightmares were coming to life. I sat alone at lunch while people threw things at me. I was constantly being called fat to the point where i stopped eating! I said now crying. Everyday i would do everything i could to look pretty but nothing i did worked. If i wore make-up. People would call me fake, if i didnt people would call me hideous. If i wore a dress people wold call me a wannabe or a play-girl, and if i wore sweats they would call me poor. Marco i have been through so much i physicly, emotionally, and mentally could not take it anymore. I was starving myself and thought avout dying all the time! Literally my birthday wish was to- to leave! And thats why im here.

MARCO'S. P.O.V
i looked at Brynn with pure horror as she sobbed into her sweater. She had it way worse than me. Hayes and i were thinking she was just another pretty girl like everyone else. But Brynn is like nobody i have ever met before. And when i saw people being mean to you Brynn continued. I didnt want you to have to go through the things i did...i-she was cut off by me throwing my arms around her.  What have i done, what have i done! Brynn came over here to start over! But now she is only being bet on! This is terrible!  But i cant call off the bet i will look like a wimp!

I- im so sorry Brynn i said. I didnt know. She nodded and wiped away her tears and smiled a small smile at me. Thanks for listening she mumbled. I nodded. I have to go she said standing up glancing at the empty feild and bleachers. Wait! i said. She turned to me. A-are you going to the dance next Friday? Probably she said. Most likely with Mackenna and K- no...i dont think i even WANT to go with Kalsee. You dont have a date? I asked nervously. I felt my face heat up as she didnt anwser right away so i adjusted my galsses to bring the attention away from my hot cheeks. She smiled. No. I dont have a date. And with that she turned and walked away.