No One Will Survive

Chapter 3- A new friend and maybe an enemy...

I sat on the swing smiling a little because it was really great he was going to college and all, but on the inside i was hurt a little. I mean he's the only person i ever really talk to. Well i guess ill meet some people at the skate rink. I got up and opened the door, "bye Andrew!!!" i yelled into the house then shut the door and rode my skateboard  down to 'the ditch' -a really cool skate place that only the coolest people know about.. I found out one day because i was riding down the abandoned street and i discovered it!! Okay i lied, i kinda tripped over something down the road then fell down the hill and hit a pipe... Yeah, I'm the smartest person ever. Anyways,  I rode down the small hill to the rarely crowded area. There were actually pretty many people here. There were lots of Different types of people there: punks, typical skaters, nerds, some random cheerleader type chicks, some goth chicks, some semi goth guys.. Then there was one guy who stood out from all the others. He had bright white-ish blond hair with streaks of black in it, a big bad tee, some sagging jeans, and a chain belt. He was kind of tall but also short, he had brown eyes and he wore a sideways hat too. I saw him around here once before, he called me a loser. I didn't mind of course because that's my label. Loser. That's who i am. A freak, a phsyco, bad news, danger, troubled child, loser. Off track again... So sorry.
      I walked towards him to go say hi again, i am not really afraid of anything if u couldn't tell... I have that sort of spirit. On Halloween when the big kids tried to scare me i literally didn't do anything, i walked right past them and grabbed the candy, they were so pissed off that they ran after me down the street for like 10 miles, pelting me with candy. It was perfectly good candy too! Oh... Sorry!! Sorry... Story, got it! As i walked over to him a kid threw a basket ball at my head and i fell backwards over one of the pipes. "hey faggot.. I honestly didn't think you'd show up here again. I thought i told u last time to get out." This... Is Justin. He was my absolute best friend forever at one point, but that was around 4th grade. Ever since i told him last year that i was kinda into him he just shut me down."What's wrong little man? Too afraid of big Justin?" he said and laughed cockily. I stayed silent and rolled my eyes a bit so he wouldn't notice. "Nothing to say for yourself? No big speech about how gay you are and how you want it up the ass from a guy? No 'Oh Justin why'd you have to go? I was so into you, i wanted you mmmmmmmmblech!' fucking idiot", i was getting mad. "So, Hayden.... How many guys have you fucked so far? Seven? Eight?" At this point, I was furious! I was about to get up and beat the shit out of this guy but i remembered to keep cool, "You man-whore.." he said then stepped over me and walked away laughing with his buddies. I looked over at the guy, hoping he didn't just see that, but of course he was staring right at me. "Are you okay?" ... Well that was completely unexpected, "Hey.. Are you okay..?" he came closer. I nodded, "Pshh.. Me? I'm.. I'm good." smooth Hayden... "Hi, I'm Hayden." i smiled at him a little. "I'm Jordan." he sighed and put his hand on the back of his neck and looked down a little bit, "sorry about calling u a loser by the way.. No hard feelings right?" he held out his hand which i took, "right.." i looked right at him now, "What's Justin's problem with me anyway?" i slowly asked Jordan with a little spark of fear in my voice. "Oh. Don't mind him. He's just pissed because he recently found out what a deadbeat he is... And hes homophobic," he looked away kind of awkwardly when he said this. "Well, what's wrong with gays? They're just like any other stinking person in this world!! Do you have a problem with me?!" i shouted, staring at him while i did, making him feel very uncomfortable i guess. "No! I don't have any problems!! Sorry! Gosh!" he looked anywhere but in my eyes. Did i mention i also have extreme anger issues? Should of mentioned that because the littlest things can set me off. "It's fine... Sorry." I said while biting my lip and trying to chill, "Sorry... I'm easily offended." Jordan just laughed a little, "Your kind of a goofy little kid aren't you..? It's OK. You don't need to apologize.. I know your bipolar and stuff.. Your.. Your mom told me." Okay really? How the hell does this kid know my mom? I don't even know him! What the hell is going on?! Maybe you should ask dumb-ass! Oh yeah right. "My mom?" i asked slower than intended. "Yeah, you do know that I live across the street. I talk to your mom and sister a lot.. But i never see you.." he seemed hurt.. Not the hurt you feel during sad movies or getting scraped or anything... But the kind you feel when you loose a friend. "Yeah.. I'm busy a lot" I lied very unconvincingly. "I have a job.. I work for my dad, I have to clean.. Everything." Jordan looked down a little at the floor, "I see you get beaten." I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him behind a tree away from the park, "You what now?! You can't be serious... H-he doesn't b-beat me... " i looked away and whispered to myself, "he beats me in my room upstairs.. Hes very careful.. How-"  He lifted my head so i was looking at him again, "so again i ask: are you okay?" he looked worried, devastated, sad. "I'm..." I couldn't even form words.. His eyes.. They were just so sad.. No one has ever looked at me like that. 
      "Jordan!!" Justin yelled from behind him. Jordan turned and looked at him, "what?" He asked rather annoyed. "Stop talking to the faggot. Get away from him... He's gonna try to get in your pants" Justin said and turned to his friends to laugh. When he turned back around my fist was there to meet him. He stumbled backwards and held his nose, "you wanna go homo-breath?!" he yelled madly at me. "Bring it.." i challenged. He swung at me, i ducked, popped up and socked him in the nose again he fell over and his nose was bleeding. I knelt down by him and smirked, "yep, that's what i thought would happen." i got up and walked away but Jordan grabbed my arm, "Did you seriously just do that?! He's the captain of the freaking wrestling team!! He's gonna hunt you down and kill you before you can even blink your eyeballs!!" I just looked at him, studying his eyes... They were gorgeous. They were the deepest shade of brown i'd ever seen, like 2 big glasses of hot cocoa. I couldn't stop staring at them, which was probably bad. "Hayden!" he snapped in front of my face. I shook my head and looked at him again, "what? Sorry..." i smiled a little awkwardly but listened to what he said,"You gotta stay away from him.. He's gonna kill you if you don't... I don't want that." he cared? He cared. Just then my cell phone rang, perfect timing by the way, i answered and flinched when it was D.j screaming at me to come make him food. I just hung up. "Who was-" Jordan started but i cut him off, "i gotta go home..." i sighed. "See ya later.." i walked over to my skateboard slowly, "you can't!!" Jordan yelled kind of quietly. I turned around and looked at him, "you can't just go home to people like that.." he said again. "But it's all i got..." i said honestly. Jordan came over to me with his skateboard confidently, "Alright fine lets go."