Confusion. // Jyrus

Chapter 17

The bullying had died down after a week. The school had moved onto the next piece of drama and had gotten bored with torturing me. The Space Otters team was dead. It was alright, though, the season was pretty much over. My mom had gotten me a new frisbee and jersey, but the team still bailed. Some people still hung out with me, but tried not to make it to public in order to keep their image. I still went down to the park to practice tricks, usually by myself, but sometimes with Natalie, however, a blanket of snow had now coated the park.

Cyrus had been more and more distant from us, though. Walker seemed to keep pulling him towards himself, although Cyrus started to look less interested. I talked with Buffy and she said that Cyrus was starting to not act like himself anymore, and although I didn't notice it at first, I had started realizing that she was right.
He wasn't as hyper and goofy as he was before, but he seemed to be plastering a smile on his face. There'd be some days where him and Walker would be nowhere near each other and then some days where they'd be all over each other.

One day, Cyrus came to school completely not like himself. His hair was all out of whack, not style like how it normally was, but just patted down. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, him eyes were bloodshot and he had huge bags under them paired with a bruise on his cheek. He wandered around school with a lost look in his eyes, and an expressionless face. Cyrus had perfect attendance like me, so I would have figured that he just wasn't feeling well but still came to school, if it wasn't for Walker.

He looked well-kept, like always, and wasn't looking the slightest bit concerned for Cyrus' health. In science, when Cyrus seemed to drift off, he would grab onto him from his seat behind him and whisper something in his ear with a menacing smile, to which Cyrus would respond to by snapping back into focus and nodding.

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There were posters for the School Dance plastered all over the halls, and Buffy and Andi were both looking forward to it. I definitely wasn't, knowing that there'd be someone there giving me a hard time. The girls begged me to go, and I just told them I'd think about it when I got home.

When I got home, though, I had a mountain of homework to do and sat at my desk all night working on it. When I finally came out of my room at 9:00, my mom was in the kitchen, tearing apart the freezer. I asked what she was doing and she said she was throwing out all of the food and was at a loss because there was nothing for dinner. We didn't have anything left in the freezer after her cleanse except for a tub of cookie dough ice cream and three boxes of frozen pearl onions. I just picked out the ice cream and put it on the island, grabbing two spoons and handing her one. She laughed and joined me, hopping up onto the island beside me.

"There's a school dance on Friday night," I said while licking my spoon,

"Really?" She gasped. "Are you gonna go?"

I shrugged. "I don't' know. Andi and Buffy want me to."

"You have that nice suit and the blue tie. You haven't worn the tie yet."

I shrugged again and shoved more ice cream into my mouth. "You know," she said, placing down her spoon, "I've been thinking about what your wedding would look like if you married a boy, and it'd be so cute if you guys wore matching suits."

"I might still marry a girl," I sighed.

"I know, but it'd be so cute if you married a boy," she whined. "What did you want your colors to be?"

"I don't know," I said, racking my brain. I knew exactly what I wanted my colors to be, but I didn't want to look too eager and like I had already thought about it. "Um, maybe blue and yellow."

She made a face at me. "Yellow? I would think like blue and white or silver or something."

"Well, I don't know!" I shrugged. "That's just something that I thought about. It's not legit or anything."

Talking about weddings made me really want to get dressed up and put on a bunch of suits. I thought about the one hanging in my closet with the blue tie. Dang, I really wanted to wear it now that I had thought about it.

"I think I'm gonna go to the dance," I said, hopping off of the counter.

My mom got down, too, and clapped. "Yay! You're going to look so cute!"

I sighed, "I better not get made fun of."