Nobody's Perfect BXB

Elliot

Morning.

The worst part of the day to me.

The part of the day where I woke up, realized I was still the six foot boy with no power over my life. No power over the way me or my family was treated.

But I had power over one thing. My friends and who they were.

Today I decided I would make the raven haired boy from math my friend. At least I hoped.

I broke from my thoughts and went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror and scoffed, realizing that one of my green eyes had a black outline.

Thanks David. I appreciate the goth look you were going for but I prefer pink. Matches my hair.

I laughed internally at my lack of seriousness and left for the stairs.

No twisted ankle today, please.

Carefully, I picked my way down the stairs and reached for my book bag by the door. Reaching inside I pulled out a computer and mentally face palmed. I forgot to charge it. Well, this is going to be fun.

I heard a scoff behind me, causing me to flinch.

Stay quiet. He won't talk to you. Just leave.

I put the computer back in and hiked the bag on my shoulder. I turned for a split second and saw David staring at me with a sneer on his face.

David just turned and grabbed a beer to get ready for work.

I scoffed. Yeah because the Air Force will totally appreciate a drunk engineer.

I opened the door and walked to school. More time to think.

My thoughts consisted of how I was going to wipe that smirk off David's face - which would never happen but the thought was comforting.

I was a block away from school when I was texted. I looked down as I walked.

A smile creeped into my face. It was from my friend - which yes, I do have - Gwen.

Gwen was an idol to me. She talked like she had no problems in her life, but she did have some. I looked up to that. To be able to put on a face to help others when the world around you was shit.

She had lost her sister as a child, a result of suicide. Her sister, Jen, had been in love with a girl. As a result her parents kicked her out. Jen was living on the street for a couple months when her girlfriend was attacked and killed for being gay. A hate crime. Jen was ravaged by grief and hate for the world that shunned Jen and her girlfriend. She was found a week later in an alley. A piece of glass was shoved in her neck. The death was listed as a suicide and no further thought was put into it.

Gwen didn't believe it. She loved Jen. She refused to accept the thought that Jen would end her life. Gwen's parents didn't seem to care that Jen was dead or could have been murdered. But Gwen did. She wouldn't let it go and still investigated her death today. 3 years later.

I don't know what to think. I want to side with Gwen but there was cause for Jen to kill herself. I try to stay neutral.

I looked at the text.

Gwen: No bus today?

Devon: Felt better to walk. Needed to clear my head.

Gwen: ;-; welp. The kids here are ruthless. A kid just got a piece of paper thrown at him insulting him for having dead parents.

Devon: Woah. Who was the kid.

Gwen: I think his name is Elliot. Black hair, blue eyes. Pale skin. Wait. Isn't he in your math class?

Elliot...? The name sounded familiar.

Wait. Gwen was right. Elliot was the boy from his math class

The boy I wanted to be friends with. The one with fearful blue eyes and raven hair. Freckles and perfect... wait.

A sudden and unexpected wave of rage and agony filled me for Elliot. How could kids insult someone for something so horrible.

Elliot was hurting and I want to know how to fix it. I didn't know why I want to. I just want to see the boy smile.

I was finally filled with a new purpose. Protect this perfect boy.

Protect him because protecting is the only think I'm good at.