Just once

Chapter 1

Chris P.O.V

He read it. He read the book I had to hide from my parents. He read the book I had to hide from literally everyone I've known. I felt a sense of frustration, well more accurately, rage, I immediately chuck my finished iced tea in the trash can by the front entrance, grabbed my journal and sprinted out to find whoever it was that read it. I look around to find a man with dark brown hair and glasses running towards the park, it was the person who read it, I get more and more frustrated and chase after the man. Soon enough we reached the park, I looked around to find him, he was sitting on the chair. I immediately ran over to confront him. He was puffing, obviously exhausted from trying to run away from me. His head was hanging low, I stood in front of him, slightly shaking from the thought of conflict but I can't ignore the fact he read it. Soon enough he lifted his head up only to jump back, his eyes were racing all over the place, most likely to find a place to run, I won't allow him to do that though. "I uh" they were trying to figure out a lie. I end up glaring at them, in an attempt to intimidate him, it wasn't really working well though. But then I noticed. His jacket. It had my highschool's name, Kalifita High School. My hands began to shake so much more, I even started to get a bit numb.

I somehow managed to lift my hand up, granted it was shaking like hell but I did, to point towards the School's name on the jacket. "I-is that your School" I muttered a question to the man. "Uh yeah. What else would it be? My personal bloody mansion" the man lifted up an eyebrow, with a slight glare hidden within his eyes. The tears started to fully form, "please. Whatever you do. Don't tell them" the man looked slightly confused with my request "Tell who what?" The man replied with his own question. "Don't tell the School what you read. Please" I was practically starting to beg at this point. The man smirked, "give me lunch every day then" I looked up, confused beyond belief. "What?" I asked. "You heard me. Make me lunch every single day, I'll give you my number to make it look like we're friends if you don't want people to think we're dating." The man answered. He left his hand out, gesturing for me to give him my phone. Way to confused I remained idle in the spot I've been this entire time. "C'mon, give me your phone" he told me. "No." I muttered. He glared at me before saying fine. He told me his homeroom class to give him his lunch in the morning. He was in my homeroom class. This just keeps getting worse and worse. I sighed and walked away in an attempt to forget the events that had just occurred. Yeah that didn't work well. I grabbed my journal, bought one more iced tea and started heading towards home. By the time I get home I had already finished the iced tea, so soon enough when I found a bin I chucked it in. I entered my room, flopped down on the bed and pulled out my journal to add one more note.

Dear Chris

You ruined it. You ruined the perfect chance you had of a perfect life. The life in which nobody would no about your anxiety. Your soulmate issue and your self hatred. Good bloody job. Now that guy is gonna tell everyone and it'll just be a repeat of when you were in kindergarten. A repeat of the torture you went through. A repeat of suffering. A repeat of all that anxiety. But it's all good cause why? There is no reason. But it's fine. I'm sorry, I just told a lie. Stop lying. Stop lying saying you're okay. Stop lying saying nothings wrong. Stop lying saying you hate literally you're favourite people.

Sincerely,
Your realistic pal,
Me

I breath in a massively deep breath, only to choke it out. I placed my journal back where it usually sits, by the window. I sit back onto the bed to go back on Twitter. Oh boy @yourewelcome posted again. It's probably best if I go see what it is

@yourewelcome - I'm bored as hell, anyone got any suggestions?

I smirk at the thought of what I was gonna reply with

@Blank_To_You- Think about your crush lol 😂😂

I don't even know if they have a crush, but to be honest they've helped me with my anxiety from a young age so I see them as a really close friend. I smile and turned my phone off and placed it beside me. I close my eyes and attempt to start sleeping, of course that didn't work out well.

I ended up just sitting down with my eyes closed.

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