The Bad Boy Taught The Nerd To Fight (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Hey guys. I'm back!!! You missed me??.........*crickets in the background.* No? * clears throat* Okay then. Well here is the next chapter. Sorry for keeping you waiting but it will be worth it in the end. I will tell you when to play the song above. Who you are by Jessie J. Really powerful song. Okay on to the story.

Christian's POV

It was lunch and Sara and I were at the table with the others. The tension in the air was thick between Sara, Blake and Crystal but I am not getting involved anymore Sara is my best friend but I am not getting into it. If she needs me I will be there for her and give advice to the best of my ability but count me out of that situation I have enough on my own plate as it is already.

So to break the tension Crystal asked me the one question I dreaded.

"So what the hell happened yesterday Christian. I did not see that coming. I wouldn't have expected that from someone like you." I glared at her.

"What is that supposed to mean?
Someone like me??" I asked calmly maybe a little to calm.

Crystal's eyes widened and was about to answer me when Blake butt in the conversation.

"What the hell is your problem? She didn't mean it like that, she just meant you wouldn't expect that from you see as your so small and look so timid." She said nonchalantly and shrugged.

I narrowed my eyes at her and crossed my arms over my chest.

"You don't know me so don't you tell me that just because I'm small that I should cower in fear and not defend myself. I have been doing that my whole life and I am done taking people's bullshit. I am sick and tired of people judging me without knowing me and just calling it as they see it. They even started doing the same thing to my parents now that's why I didn't want people to know who my parents were because now there being judged and ridiculed for doing there job that makes sure I'm happy and have everything I want. They don't know how hard my parents work and the sacrifices they make. It kills me to know people talk about them like that and make them out to be the villains when their really not. There not bad people you just have to get to know them personally and you will see a completely different side to them. I don't even know why I'm telling you this you don't care anyway. You don't know what its like to go through this shit everyday of your life!"

I didn't even know I was crying until Sara put her hand on my shoulder and wiped my faced. When I faced her she was looking at me with sympathy but not pity. That is why I was glad I had her as a friend. This only made me want to be her friend more and forgive and forget our issues because she is being a true friend by not judging me and understanding.

When I looked at the others they were looking at me with pity which is the one thing I didn't need right now. The tears started flowing more and I couldn't stop them. I jumped up from the table and ran out of the cafeteria. While running I bumped into someone and fell, I got up and kept my head down and mumbled sorry and kept going. I heard someone yelling for me stop and come back but i kept running and ran into the bathroom and went into the last stall which was for the disabled and locked the door. I slid down the door and put my head in my hands and just cried. I curled into a ball and sobbed just letting the tears fall. I heard the door open and stopped crying and sniffed. The bathroom was silent for a few seconds before I heard footsteps getting closer to the stall I was in. I held my breath as the footsteps stopped and there was three short knocks on the door before it went silent again. It remained that way for a few minutes.

When I heard no movement and thought whoever was there left I opened the stall and walked to sink and looked in the mirror.

Play the song now.

I looked at my reflection and was horrified at what I saw. My eyes were blood shot red and looked lifeless, my face looked pale and wet and I had dark marks under my eyes. I didn't recognize myself, this wasn't me. I'm loosing myself and it hurts to see that I let myself be this way. Things have always been bad but I never let myself get like this. It was pathetic.