Trouble

Chapter Four

There I sat, head down, in the office. My mom was arranging my suspension. Apparently I had "disowned everyone and disrespected the lord." It made me so mad my cheeks were heated, how could I be suspended for a whole week just for supporting equality? This was beyond unfair and totally stupid.

"Mrs.KirkPatrick! Please understand what he was supporting was just an opinion! I promise he won't do it again, please just don't suspend him." I can hear my mom cry through the glass separating me from the argument they were having.

"No! He is suspended, and if you argue with me one more time I swear he will be gone for good." The nasty Mrs. Kirkpatbitch yells, I don't think you get how badly I wanted to run out side in the parking lot, get my car and run over her, this school and everyone who lives within it. I soon find her walking out of the door, face red, eyes swollen. Was she crying?

"Mum, are you ok?" She keeps walking to the exit doors and out to our car, no answer. "Ma, it's going to be ok. I promise, just please don't listen to my principle. She doesn't know anything, I bet-" She finally spoke, interupting me.

"No, she knows everything! She knows that you're gay, she told me. Making assumptions, what an ass! I just can't take it. Harry, I hope you know I moved here for you, for you to have a better life-" my mum stops for a second to sniffle and wipe the tears falling down her face. "I just wanted better for you, you are my world baby and now your life sucks. Because of me!"

"Stop! My life is great, I may not have loads of money, or a lot of friends, or a father, or a good school. But you know what I do have?" She looks at me, "a really amazing mom." With that her tears multiplied. "The fact that you moved to a different town just for my own sake is amazing. My school being a swarm of disgusting homphobes is not your fault and it never will be. Being suspended for a couple of days won't kill me. Now, wipe those tears up because your amazing and I love you so much, for everything you've done." I see her smile, while I use my thumb to rub the tears underneath her eyes.

"I love you too." I hear her whisper.

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As I lay in bed I get a text, my phone buzzing repeatedly. I don't really want to pick it up and read, but it could be Niall asking how I was. Wait, wasn't he is class?

Text from: 330-752-4368: Hey, meet me at the field at 1:30.

Who was this? I text back, clueless.

You: Um, hey. Who is this?

From 330-752-4368: I am not gonna hurt you, just meet there soon.

You: Well. Ok? I'll see you there, I guess...

Who ever this was, is really creepy. I bet it was some weird girl at school hitting on me, sucks for her because I'm gay.

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I pull into the field, all I brought was my phone. Juts in case the cops had to take a little visit, why did I even come here? I could be under a predator's trap, kid napper, rapist, pedophile, or worse.

"Harold, isn't it?" I turn around, awakened from my thoughts. As I stood there, in shock and frozen, unknowing of what exactly to say.

"L-Louis?" My voice shakes, why did he want me? Was he going to beat the shit out of me for supporting gay rights, did he even hear? "Louis, if you're here to hurt me for what I said at lunch- I swear it won't happen a-again! I got suspended, if you want to hurt me please reconsider this!" I say backing up in big, large strides to my car.