He Isn't Gay

Part 8

I looked around the school. It was a new school year and new people. Everybody was smiling and hugging each other. As for me, I walked to my locker. People was looking at me but I didn't know what their stares meant. Just like a girl going back to an abusive hudband or bf thinking that she can change him, I went back to Evansville. I traded it all for God, hope, and especially, Denis. I probably made a huge mistake but you have to take risks in life. Last christmas, I bought Denis a cute snow globe that lit up very nicely. In fact, I wish I could see it again. It was that special. I'd hope he would see how much I loved him. Of course he acted distant towards me and like a dick but I'm the type of person that looks past all of that.
Anyway, I went to Denis's locker. I almost forgot to tell him I was coming back. "So you didn't stay in Georgia?" "Um, no I decided to come back..." "That's good." "I hope so." I then walked off. 
I always wore jackets whenever I was cold and trying to cover healing scars. Obviously, I used to cut. The stress from family affairs, Denis, Johnny, and everybody built up in me and became overwhelming. So, when I went to lunch, Johnny sat with me. "Hey." "Hey." We talked and eventually his eyes led down to my arms. "Wow, you still do that?" I just looked at him. "Yeah you fucker. How about you? Are you still faking suicide just so your ass can get attention, bitch?" That's what I wanted to say. In reality, I said, "Oh that? Yeah but not anymore." I'm not surprised. He always brought up my past to hurt me but if I did it, he'd shun me and get "suicidal". After that, I just started telling my girl friends to sit with me. Whenever he said something off the wall, they jumped down his back. Haha, it was awesome.