The Know It All.

Part 8

Brandon^

I woke up feeling like shit. I'm usually a morning person, but seeing as yesterday was a plain disaster, I knew that today was not going to be great either.
I was still in bed, stretching and taking my time.
I did not have school today, or tomorrow.
All because I was suspended for something I never even did, and it was so frustrating.
Not just because I was being blamed for such awful things. Not because I was bombarded with false accusations, but because I know I'm not going to be able to go back to school and prove them all wrong.
I didn't know how.
I sighed then reluctantly got off my bed, fixing it once empty.
It felt weird not having my mom crash into my room and disturbingly wake me up with all her viscous ways.
I didn't want go downstairs and deal with the interrogations right now.
God knows how my dad is going to react.
I left my room and went downstairs, walking into the kitchen where my parents usually spend the beginning of their morning.
The moment I stepped in, I was overwhelmed with the silence and cold air.
I couldn't bring myself to say something, but I had to announce my presence which they didn't seem to even notice.
"Good Morning" I spoke rather quietly, waiting for a reply.
My dad looked up at me with a blank expression on his face. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Morning Riley" he greeted.
At least he said something, which I found shocking, unlike my mom who was just ignoring me.
She set a plate of pancakes and eggs for me on the table, and left the kitchen without saying a single word.
It broke my heart. The way she was treating me, but at least she made me breakfast which I still appreciated.
I sat down, looking at my dad once I did so.
"Your mother told me what happened" he said, breaking the silence.
Ah, the talk I was fearing.
I took a bite from the pancakes, not having the ability to even say anything.
I just wished he would at least have some faith in me, which I truly needed.
"I know you didn't do that Riley" he went on, causing me to furrow my brows.
What? He didn't believe them?
"I know you can't even do that" he added, making me nod instantly.
I agreed with him more than anything right now.
"So why does mom believe them?" I asked, my heart heavy as I asked that.
I had this bond with my mom. It was sometimes bad being this close to her, because whenever she's mad at me, it affects me.
"I don't know why your mother's easily convinced that you did that" he told me, "Just doesn't seem like her" he added and I totally agreed.
If he believes me, why can't she?
"I'll talk to her and see what's up kiddo" he tried to confront me. That nickname made me feel like a little kid.
I gave him a genuine smile, and continued to eat my breakfast.
Once I was done with it, I placed the empty plate in the dishwasher and went back up to my room.
There was no way I was staying home all day.
I went inside and the first thing I did was open my closet.
I had way too many clothes in here, it gets overwhelming sometimes.
After rummaging through the pieces, I picked out a red sweatshirt with a little rose embroidery.
Tumblr look? I say hell yes.
I was very sophisticated when it comes to my fashion and style, which is probably a bad thing but I never really cared.
I paired the top with a pair of black skinny jeans and checkered vans for the shoes.
Now this was a look.
I checked how I looked in the mirror, and didn't waste time leaving the house.
I took my phone out and texted my dad, informing him that i'm out for a walk.
A walk I need right now to clear my thoughts.
I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't care at this moment.
I popped my earphones in and listened to some Lana Del Rey.
One of my favorite artists.
I passed by Aaron's house, furrowing my brows once I noticed his car was parked in the garage.
Was he home?
God, who the hell cares.
One pitiful hug from him wasn't going to help make me tolerate his egoistic behavior.
I continued to walk, ignoring the passing cars.
I started remembering what happened yesterday with Brandon.
He didn't text or even talk to me at all after it, which I supposed was a normal way to act after what he tried to do.
After he tried to kiss me.
I bit on my bottom lip, the moment coming back to me.
Since then, my head's been a bad mess.
I've never questioned my sexuality before. I mean sure, I was bullied during middle school and was called all sorts of names. Faggot included.
Everyone for some reason, assumed that I was gay. I don't know why that was.
And now I was starting to make an exception.
I hated myself.
I heard the sound of Aaron's car behind me, which caught my attention. It was a loud car.
I turned around and saw him.
His eyes caught mine, but he was quick to look away. I furrowed my brows wonderingly. 
He's so damn confusing.
He hugs me and acts all soft in secret, then he comes here and glares at me, acting like he doesn't know me.
I shook my head and continued walking, pretending like I didn't see him.
As he passed by me, I noticed his car slowing down once he got closer and caught up to my pace.
"No more school I'm guessing" I heard his deep voice saying. I was sure he was talking to me.
I mean who else was around, and was suspended from school?
"I'm surprised they didn't expel you" he added, darting his eyes in an amused matter.
"Although, that would have made my life so much easi-" I cut him off before he could finish that.
"What the hell is your problem?" I asked, raising my voice uncontrollably.
He seemed taken aback by my lashed out tone.
He got out of his car, walking closer to me.
"I don't get it" I really couldn't stop myself. I hated him. "One minute you're this soft guy that no one knows about, and the next, you're just the same cocky asshole Aaron everybody knows".
I don't know if it was just me, but I swear I saw a look of guilt in his eyes.
I hoped it was just my imagination, because that's not something I'd expect from him right now.
"And why the hell are you always trying to get into my business?" I asked, getting angry without any self control.
If he hadn't talked to me in the first place and butt into my life, i won't be in this mess.
This whole fucking mess.
"Leave me alone Aaron". I walked away, thankful he didn't see the tear rolling down my cheek.
I was one sensitive human, i couldn't help it.
"I saw you kissing him" he yelled back, making me stop in my tracks. I heard a scoff come from him.
Fuck. Shit. No.
How the hell did he see us?
I tried to keep my chill and act as collected and as calm as possible.
"Why do you care?" I turned around, waiting for a reply.
"I don't" he answered after a few seconds of silence.
"I just think it's disgusting" he added with a grimace on his face.
I clenched my jaw. Whether I was gay or not, there was nothing disgusting about two guys kissing.
Besides, I never even kissed Brandon.
I don't think I need to justify myself to him though, or maybe I should.
Last thing I need is the school's biggest bully using me as a target.
Even though i'm halfway there now.
But then again, I don't want Brandon to be bullied as well.
It just sucks that Aaron saw that, because that's something I can't deny now. Not for Brandon at least.
"I don't care what you think" I said under my breath. I really didn't, but the last thing I needed right now was the same shit and bullying I went through in middle school.
I heard him scoff. "If you're here to hit and beat me up, go ahead" I told him, not a hint of emotion in my eyes.
Aaron walked closer to me. I shut my eyes tight, really tight.
I knew he was going to go for it. He hates me already anyway, gay or no gay.
I didn't know what was happening at this point.
It was taking him so long to do something; I was getting impatient.
I opened one of my eyes hesitantly, beyond shocked by how close he was to me.
I had no power in me to push him away or stop what it looked like he was about to do.
His eyes were closed, and it seemed like his face was inching closer to me.
I don't think he is aware of the fact that I can see what he is doing, and quite frankly, I don't think I am either.
I bit on my bottom lip, my eyes gazing down to his full and pink ones.
"Aaron..." I couldn't let him do this. Not after Brandon.
I know he isn't gay.
I can't let myself get sucked into his complicated life.
At the sound of my voice, Aaron opened his eyes wide.
It took him a second to truly realize what he was doing, and I knew I was right.
He was not in his right mind.
I was looking at him, speechless, waiting for a reaction.
He was still very close to me, making it hard to look away.
Next thing I see is my body being shoved away from him, and it hurt.
I was taken aback by his rough action. I had the worst pain tolerance, hence why it hurt once he did it.
"Get the fuck away from me" he growled in a threatening voice. He seemed frightened.
If anything, it was him that needed to get away.
But I didn't say anything. I knew he wasn't thinking right, but still. It's not like he wasn't thinking at all.
"Stop trying to get into my life" he told me, causing me to furrow my brows.
I'm getting into his life?
"Last time I checked, it was you that decided to stop the car and come down here" I blurted, monotone.
He was furious by now. His eyes were red, and I swear I saw his veins popping out of his arms.
"Don't fucking talk back at me" he said.
"Seems like what Rose did to you was not enough"
he added through a snicker. It was like he was totally okay with the whole thing all of a sudden
"You deserve it" he got closer to me, grabbing a fistful of my shirt.
I tried so hard to keep a straight face on, but I probably failed miserably.
I thought he somehow changed. Magically.
But who the hell am I kidding? He's still a heartless bastard.
I looked away from him, trying to get out of his grip.
"Let go of me" I found myself whimpering at the feel of his clenched hand against my chest.
"It wasn't just your name that was girly" he said through a sarcastic chuckle, letting go of my shirt once he felt like he's had enough.
I bit on my bottom lip, and walked away from him as fast as possible.
That's it. No more Aaron after this.
He's a psycho. A bipolar psycho, and he confuses the crap out of me.
In this moment, I set a goal for myself.
Never look at him, mention him in anything, interact with him, or ever think about him again.
He was toxic for me. Really toxic.
But why was it that I still feel like I need to know more?