Krii7y one shots :)

Pink roses on dead bushes

Jarens POV

I wake up

get dressed

go to school

get teased

go home

cry

and go to bed

This is my almost everyday routine. Well the last part is a lie, i barely get any sleep at all. I mostly cry and hate myself. Thats the truth. And when i feel confident and actually get sleep, it gets ripped apart the next day.

So you could say i've stopped trying.

Stopped trying to feel happy or confident, i don't really have a reason to anymore.

You could say it's my own fault for dressing the way i do and then get sad when people tease or bully me, call me names or shove me into lockers isn't a surprise, like i could have expected it from the start. My fashion style is a bit different from what an average guy would wear. You see, a normal guy would wear something that isn't a color explosion and makes you feel like you're on LSD. Probably something baggy and a normal t-shirt. But if you look at me, i always wear bright clothes, often oversized or tight fit, and instead of baggy jeans i wear pastel colored shorts and skinny jeans. And ofcourse a pair of blue and red round glasses, that i've gotten stolen or snatched from my face atleast a thousand times this year.

I sometimes wish i was taller and more masculine so people would leave me alone for once. Like they do with John, or Kryoz as he prefers to be called. He always wears leather jackets embroidered with skulls and fire, always matches with his black or brown boots, depends on what mood he is in. And with that, always a pair of ripped jeans and a white t-shirt or some tee that often looks sick. Platinum white/silver hair and rings on almost every finger. I mean, hes tall,strong, looks cool and can get very rough or aggressive, so i get why people wouldn't want to mess with him. He could probably break someones arm with just a single touch.

Damb a guy like that would never talk to someone like me in a million years, i should feel blessed just being able to see him in school everyday. Well not everyday, the days i actually go to school. You know when i'm not home crying my eyes out.

11:47 Lunch

I sat down at my usual table, which where in the corner of the room, so i could sit all alone without anyone bullying me for the way i eat. I hate getting stains or crumbles of food on my clothes, it's hard to wash off. So i eat really carefully to avoid that problem.

As you could expect my eyes wander across the crowded room to where John was sitting. John is very popular and has alot of friends, so he's always surrounded by people. There is literally no way of talking to him alone if you'r not alone with him in his house or something, wait no. That wouldn't work either cuz he always hangs out with his friends.

I wonder if he ever gets bored of it?

I stared at his direction inspecting his every move, from the way he bites into his sandwich to the way he laughs. He's really hot, and i know i wasn't the only one with this thought because he always had girls hanging after him like they where tied to him or something. But as weird as it may sound he didn't have a girlfriend. Strange.

Someone must've noticed i was staring at him and then told him i was, because he later tuned around and looked over at me, me sitting all alone in the corner with my milk and dry crackers.

Eye contact

I quickly turned away trying to make it seem like i wasn't looking, but the bright blush must've given the obvious fact away, because i could hear them laughing over at their table. They where laughing. Laughing at me. I'm such a fool, i should've never looked in the first place. I quickly stood up, grabbed my tray and rushed out of there.

I could feel my eyes getting hot and tears forming in my eyes. When i got out of the room i rushed to the toilettes and locked myself inside one of the stalls. Tears now pouring out of my eyes just to run down my cheeks and land on my pink ripped jeans. I covered my mouth so no one would hear my sobs through the walls,but apparently someone did, cuz the bathroom door soon opened.

"Jaren are you in here?"

it was a soft but yet rough voice speaking, i didn't recognize the voice of the person now standing in the bathroom together with me, only a thin door separating us. Instead of responding i hummed as an answer.

"Are you okay dude?"

"Yeah, i-i'm fine don't worry about it" I spoke out quickly before having to cover my mouth quiet down my sobs.

"You ran out of the cafeteria and you looked pretty upset, you sure?" The person now sounded generally concerned about me, this was making it hard for me not to just run out and hug the person while crying on his shoulder asking for comfort. But still i kept calm and stayed inside the booth.

"A-as i said, i'm fine, something just happened and i panicked, nothing to worry about" I tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible.

"If everything's okay and you feel fine, why'd you lock yourself in a toilette stall?" I froze, is he making me come out? and- and look this person in the eyes with my red swollen face? making him realize i lied to him? No way. So to avoid any sort of confrontacion i didn't answer him. After a while of sitting in silence i heard footsteps. Great he's leaving.

But oh boy was i wrong.

Instead of walking to the door and exit the bathroom, he walked over to my stall and got on his knees. From inside the booth i could now see what kind of shoes he was wearing. Boots. John. Was he really in the bathroom, a popular cool kid with some loser kid like me? Answer: Yes.

John proceeded to crawl under the door and was now standing up infront of me, staring down at me.

"You lied, you're not okay?"

I wiped my tears away which only made my face redder, i was a mess. I tried to avoid eye contact with him, since. You already know how last time ended. And i think he realized that quite quickly because he brought one of his hands down to my chin and tilted it upwards making me look him straight (gay) in his eyes. The sensation of his hand on my skin made my whole body shiver, his hands were rough and dirty but still felt like the perfect match to my untouched but bruised soft silky skin. A bright pink formed on my cheeks as i felt my eyes starting to burn again.

"Did someone hurt you?" He inspected my face by turning it to different angles, and everytime seeing a bruise or spot on my face his facial expression showed deep concern about me. Or was he just pretending like everyone else on this earth did?

"Please don't hurt me, i can't take it" I moved my chin away from his hands so i could hide them in my own hands. This made his facial expression go from concerned to irritated.

"Look, i won't hurt you, i mean people look up to me and see me as an violent and aggressive person, but i would never hurt an innocent person, and especially not someone who is adorable" I tried really hard to hide my blushing that was now shining from my face like a lamp glowing in the night. I looked up to him and gave him a small smile.

"thank you.." Even though his appearance screamed ' i will fuck you up cunt' he made me feel like i was actually important for once in my life. I stood up and looked him in the face, took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around his waist (since i was shorter than him). I soon felt both of hands on my shoulders, and at first i though he was going to push me away or hit me, call me weird or shove my head into the toilet and leave me in there like the rest of them did.

But instead he put one hand on the back of my head and the other wrapped around my shoulders pulling me tighter into the hug. I felt appreciated i felt loved, important? i don't know what this man is doing to me, but i'm not gonna complain.

i think i'm in love.

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Thank you for reading this if you did aahhhh, this took so long to do, and i'm sorry for not posting in a like a week or two :)