(Ryan p.o.v)
Hi, I'm Ryan. I'm not much of a looker to people, only when I'm bullied. I have brown shaggy hair, hazel eyes, and a weird sense of style, but I like it. I usually wear jeans, and long sleeves for a reason, sometimes scarfs. I'm usually fully clothed, never to show any of my body. That would be embarrassing.
I'm way to skinny, I mean skipping meals isn't bad right? Well anyway, I'm on my way to my new school, Ridgewood High. I'm a Junior and I'm 17. I walk to school because my mother is too lazy to get off her ass and notice me, and well my dad.. I'm not aloud to talk to him unless I want to get beat.
I arrived at my school 10 minutes before the bell, great. I have never really had any friends. Only one and his name was Jon, but he moved away, as did I. The school looked so professional, and I'm not sure if that's a bad thing or good thing.
I opened the doors to my new school and saw everyone turn and laugh at me. Well that was quick. I tried to hold back in the tears, so I just walked quickly to my locker. Once I got to my locker, I put in the code and it opened. At least I didn't have trouble with that.
I hope this school isn't as bad as my last. I have anxiety, depression, panic attacks, and self harm issues. My worst fear is panic attacks honestly because every time I do, I have to go to the hospital and it causes my parents to pay money they barley have, and I think you can guess what happens after that.
I stood near my locker waiting for the bell to ring. Finally it rang, first period was music. I have a good feeling with this, I mean I can play strings pretty well and my singing wasn't bad. Music is sorta a savior to me.
I walked inside my classroom and all the students turned their heads. I scanned for the room for the teacher. The teacher poked my back which made me jump a little bit. "Oops did I startle you?" She said laughing. I shook my head.
"Okay good, do you have music experience." She asked. I nodded and pointed over to the guitars, "Great! Okay now go get one and sit down" She told me. I went and go picked up a blue guitar. Now where to sit, I would like to sit by myself.
The front, people can throw things at you and laugh, in the back you don't get noticed but you can't pay attention, and the middle is a mixture of both. I go and sit next to this guy in black glasses. I smirked to myself, cause dang he's kinda cute. Yes I'm gay or Bi, I think I'm gay.
I sat down and he looked at me and smiled. I looked away quick and pinched my arm, snap out of it ry.
The class finished and I went to the rest of my classes before lunch.
It was lunch, the time I hated most. I got my lunch and stood in the middle of the cafeteria. I felt someone pour milk on my head. I gasped at the coldness and everyone started laughing. I had trouble breathing and I ran to the bathroom.
(Brendon's p.o.v)
It was lunch time and I heard everyone start laughing, I had no idea what happened, but I shrugged it off. I was eating my sandwich and my girlfriend was playing footsie's with me, I faked a smile. Sometimes, I don't think me and Judy were meant to be, I just haven't been feeling right with my girlfriends lately.
"I have to piss, be right back babe," I peck her on the cheek and walk out of the cafeteria. I walked to the farthest bathroom because the one near here smells like fish.
I make my way inside and open one of the stalls. Oh my gosh, there is this boy who is shaking and rocking back and forth with his head in his knee's.
He looks up, "Please don't hurt me!" He squeaks. I shake my head and sit next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "Are you okay?" I asked him in concern. "Who are you?" He shakes, "Your friendly neighborhood Brendon," I say. He laughs a little bit, "Who are you?" I ask him.
"Ry-Ryan," He stutters. I smiled, wait I think he's the guy in my music class that I smiled at. I think he's kinda cute for a straight guy to think, I think. He starts shivering more. I pull him into my arms. He's so cold. He starts crying some more, and I rub his back. "It's okay, your okay." I comforted.
His shaking started to slow and he got off my lap. His eyeliner was all over his cheeks. I wipe my thumb under his eyes, and he just looks into my eyes wide eyed. "Better?" I ask softly. He nodded. "Are you going to be okay?" I asked him. He nodded and looked away from my stare.
I grinned and walked out of the stall into the next one to pee. After I was finished I looked in the stall where Ryan was, but he was gone.
This kid, well he's my age, this guy, Was strange in a good way, he's actually kind of adorable. I smiled to myself thinking about the way he smiled after I embraced him. When I was holding him, I felt like happy and relaxed for once.
I went back to the cafeteria to casually go back to my table. Judy looks at me confused, "What took you so long babe," She asked. "Had to take care of something," I said as I sat down.
She nodded and curled her lips back at her food. I look away, scanning the area for Ryan. He wasn't here.
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