His Anxiety (boyxboy)

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Ryan's pov
I open my eyes to hear the screaming of my alarm. I shut it off before it wakes any more people and start to get ready for fucking school.
I drag my feet down stairs. And obviously being the lazy fuck I am I honestly don't give a shit about breakfast. I hear the tv turning on and I sigh. I woke the little shit up.
"Hey Ryann! Are you gowwing to scool?" He mumbled. God he's adorable but he's old enough to start getting his speech fixed.
"Yeah big brothers off to school."
He pouts and huffs before whining and lifting his arms.
"Carry me!"
"No I have to go to a chocolate buddy. I'll come back home to make dinner after school."
Since the sad excuse of a mother won't do shit instead of sell herself. Sighing, I grab my bag and run my way to the closest bus stop. I should have probably walked but who gives a shit honestly
"Hey look it's the homeless brat." I hear a football bitch laugh stupidly. Shut the hell up your going to be homeless if you keep using your money to buy things for your cheating girlfriend. Of course that's what I would love to say but I can't. I don't say anything and get onto the bus, showing the bus driver my card and sitting in the front. In the front you usually get along with the bus driver do I don't have to pay as much.
I sigh and take out my homework. I would rather have it done messy then having to buy tape to tape it rom being shredded by my little brother. I sigh and slowly solve all of the problems and move into my history homework. The bus make sits last stop before the school and I finish my homework. I look up to see a new kid. He's never been on the bus before.
His pitch black hair and shiny blue eyes cause my heart to skip a beat. Hold up, Ryan. Your into girls. Think of the massive boobs! Shit shit don't think of those now! I close my school stuff and watch as the boy sits across from me.
"Look the new kids sitting with the hobo."
He looks over at me and blinks before looking back to the window. Jesus kid if you look at me at least do something other then block you sick fuck!
The boy who ignored me plugged in his earbuds and started to listen to music. I wonder what he's listening to.
He shift slightly and his shirt fall down his shoulder, revealing the huge hand mark on his neck, the self harm scars on his shoulder and the millions of freckles. He notices my eyes and immediately pulls his shirt back up before glaring at me.
What the hell is his problem. It's not my fault someone finally strangle him. Teaches you not to fucking ignore people.
I glare back and he flips me off. I growl and cross my arms not wanting to fight with this worthless bitch. He gets the message and looks out the window. I smile in my wave of success before out of the corner of my eye I see the bucket being poured onto his head. I hear his squeal before his hands are grabbing the bucket and whipping it back at the stupid football bitch. I laugh. Maybe I do like this guy.
"Touch me again and I'll pour the freezing cold water all over you! Your waisting water that people could be drinking you ugly piece of shit!" He yells before sitting down and sighing, looking at his wet bag. He leans against the window and the bus stops letting everyone out.
I sigh and get up, looking at the new soaking wet boy. God he's going to make me wet.
I chuckle to myself and hold out my hand.
"My names Ryan-"
"Don't fucking touch me. " He growls.