Love Isn't Always Fair (an emo boyxboy love story)

Heavens Calling

Jays P.O.V

"Give it back", I yell at Brian McCann who is apparently the most popular boy in our school. Well I hate him and right know he is throwing my bag over my head and to other boys, who have gathered in a circle around me, passing my bag over my head.

Their fucking basketball players and I'm only 5'2 feet. So there's no way of me being able to grab my bag from those tall motherfuckers.

I get no help from the teachers thought, why would anyone want to help the gay kid.

So my best bet is to yell and maybe the'll finally give up.

"Give me my fucken bag back",

I yell but the thing is they don't give my bag back, so I designed to jump and one of the boys trips me on my way down coursing me to fall on to the hard pavement, leaving cuts and bruises on my pale skin.

"There's some more cuts to your collection emo."  Jake Hefty, (Brian's Best friend) yelled at me as he spat in my face.

Wich makes everyone laught.

I don't know why they would laugh, I mean what's so fucken funny about an emo.

Then another of the boys tear open my bag and pores all of the contents onto the floor.

I dive for my stuff and quick shuve everything into my backpack. Then I get up, throwing my bag onto my back and run, trying to hold back the tires.

"Go cry to your boyfriend"

I hear someone yell as I run, I wish I had a boyfriend to cry to thought, I really only have my blades to cry to and its not the pain of the cut that makes me cry.

I never had my mother to cry to, well I live with her but she's never home and god knows who my father is. You see my mother was a prostitute and well she still is, that's why she's never home, and I'm an only child cuz she  learnt from her mistake.

I stop running when I realize I'm far out of the school. I look around and see that I'm in a large park, so I sit down on the bench a pull out a smoke, I reach for my liter in my bag but its not there "fuck" I wisper. So I just fiddle around with the cigarette for a bit to pass time, I don't really wanna go home now. But I have designed that when I do go home I'm going to give up on my life, theirs no point in living anymore, well there never was anyway. I am fed up with life and it's never going to get any better, No one is ever gonna love me and the hate will never stop, I swear I can hear heaven calling.

I hear someone stand near me which snaps me out of my thoughts, but I don't look up. I hear them light up a cigarette, I smell the smoke, making me crave for one more. But I don't wanna talk to anyone so I stand up, wanting to leave. But I hear a voice say,

"Need a liter?"

I look up a see this fuckin hot dude with beautiful deep blue eyes that you could get lost in, shaggy black hair that covered one eye, light pink lips that looked so soft and a well bilt body, he had pale skin but I wasn't complaning and he only looked 17, wich was my age.

But instead of jumping on him and fucking him on the spot. I just nodded and he handed me the liter. I lit up my cigarette and handed the liter back to him.

I was just going to leave, I'm not really a social person, even know I wanted to fill his soft lips on mine so bad, I was going to leave befor I embarrass myself.

But before I could walk away he says, "Hey shouldn't you be in school?"

I just wanna walk away and say thanks for the liter, but instead I say,

"Oh believe me I have good resends for not being at school............. and shouldn't you be in school to?"

He talks a puff of his smoke and replys. " Okay, but I just didn't fill like going to school today...................... Oh and I'm Hunter." He says as he reches his hand out.

I shake ih hand and say "I'm Jay"

There was an awkward silents for a couple of minutes, until Hunter brakes it by saying,

"Do you want a coffee?"

"Um okay I guess." I say as I put out my cigarette and with that Hunter starts walking and I follow him. He stops walking when we gets this fuckin beautiful black Mercedes car.

I wonder how he afforded that, but on the other hand I hardly know him. And wait, if i hardly know him, then why the fuck am I getting in a car with him. Oh yeah he's hot, but for all I know he could be a murderer. Well I have got a pocket knife in my shoe, but he mite have a gun. But oh well I wanna die anyway, but still no I'm not getting in the car,

I can kill myself by myself.......yep. Now that that's settled I have to find a way out of getting in the car with him....um....

"Is something wrong?'

Hunter asks

"Um......I've got a headache"

I lie

"Oh....do ya wanna walk then, the fresh air should do you good.

"Good idea,thanks" I say with a half smile

and with that we start walking to the cafe

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