Saving Felix (boyxboy)

Chapter One

     "Max, get your ass up!" my father called from the stairs. I roll over reading my alarm, 6:45. 'Shit I have 15 minutes before my bus comes.' I swing my feet over the side of my bed, meeting the carpet on the floor. I get up and walk over to my dresser, pulling out black skinny jeans and a white tee. I get dress then proceed to the bathroom. I fix my hair that looked like a blonde rat's nest on my head. I pull a brush through it hoping it wasn't still horrible looking when I was finished.

     As I run down stairs I get my socks from a laundry basket, which was sitting on a step. Then, make my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge to get a glass of milk to go with the pancakes my mother made for breakfast. I devour my food and leave before my parents try to make conversation with me.

     I make my way to the door, getting my black All Stars on, pulling on my red and black flannel, and finally fling my bag over my shoulder as I book out the door heading towards my bus stop at the end of the street.

     I stop when I hear my name; I turn around as my mother stumbles after me and hands me my phone.

"You'll need this, darlin'" she pants, bending over resting her palms on her knees.

"Thanks mum." I smile at her then turn around to jog over to the bus impatiently waiting for me. "Love you."

"I love you too" her words fell faint as I walk onto the bus.

     My seat is the one in the way back so I have to push through everyone to get there, but when I do there's a kid in my seat. "Hey kid, you're in my seat."

     His voice was sheepish and quite "I'm sorry, I can move." He looks down holding back a sneer. He reaches for the seat in front of him to help him stand up. I see a cut mark, making me automatically grab his wrist and flip his arm over to expose the other side. I signal for him to slide over and I sit, still holding his hand. I pull his black hoodie sleeve up more. Scars and new cuts cover his forearm.

"Why?" I said clenching my teeth together to hold back some anger. I may not know this kid. But, the urge to help him was strong. I need to help him. I can only guess his reasoning to cut but, I have been there. I know the pain all to well to just forget him and his pain and walk away.

"It's a long story.." his chokes. I realized I was still holding his hand in mine, which was resting in my lap. I pull his sleeve back down. I gave him a smile as he takes his arm back.

"I'm sorry for asking.." I look down and start to pick at my flannel's sleeve. I look back up at him --his eyes are a dark brown, his hair is long and also dark brown. Sadness eats away at his eyes and this isn't any new sadness, it seems to be his natural look. His mouth is frowned and there's lines between his brows. He has grey skinny jeans on, High Top Converses, and a black hoodie with 'Aero' down the side.-- "I never got your name. I should know that before your life story." I laugh.

"Yea. It's fine though. My name is Felix Mendel, and you?" He says shyly as his face and body relaxes a little.

"I'm Max Lockhart. Nice to meet you." I smile warmly.

"You too." He stares out the window, swallowing hard as the bus stopped in front of the school. I get up and put my hand on Felix's shoulder to wish him luck. He smiles and nods. I walk off the bus with Felix behind me. But I lose him in the crowd.

     "Yo, Max! Over here!" One of my friends called. My group of friends stood there, some talking and others waving me and others over. I jog over to them and we head to our lockers; our daily routine.

     I open my locker and throw my bag in. I have gym so I don't need anything with me. Just as I close my locker I hear someone fall and everyone laughs. The words "Fag" "Loser" "Gay" filled the room along with the shouting. I push my way through the crowd to see who it is, Felix. I make my way back to my locker to think of a quick plan to help him. I look over the hallway, and see the fire alarm.

     I walk over to it and pull down to distract everyone. The alarm sounds and lights flash, everyone scatters.

     When everyone clears out of the hallways I walk over to Felix, who was in the fetal position crying. I try to help him up but he just looks at me, gets up, and runs. I follow after him.

     He stops in the boys' bathroom that's used only for basketball games. I walk in after him. He punches the wall then slams himself against it, collapsing to the floor. Crys fill the room and my ears. I walk over to him and grab him in my arms. It was a natural instinct. He went limp in my arms and cried harder.

"I guess my sexuality got around this school too." He sobs into my chest.

"What do you mean?" I say softly as I pet his hair trying to sooth him. His arms are wrapped around my waist, his hands shaking. His face against my chest. 'This has to be on going if he reacts like this. He must be at the breaking point. I need to help him. I'm going to save him. Saving Felix.'

"You can't guess? I'm gay. Everyone picks on me. My parents beat me. I'm never wanted anywhere. Everyone hates me. My life is a living hell." He chokes out but as he talks, his voice gets raspy and rough. "I don't even know why you're here.." he pushes me away, wiping his eyes with his hoodie.

"Because I don't like seeing people hurt, bullied, or in tears. I knew there was something wrong when I saw your wrist. I couldn't ignore it. I wouldn't ignore it." I replied trying to sound reassuring.

"Ha. Like you really know my pain." He rolls his eyes. He stands up and starts pacing. "Everyone says they understand, but no one fucking does." Anger took over his voice but he's holding a lot back.

"I do know," I stand up to walk over to him. I grab his shoulders to make him stand still. "I do know. Just maybe not in the same way." I let my arms drop to my side.

     Felix walks over to the wall and places his forehead against it. "Yea. And you're not just saying that?"

"No," I bit my lip and started to undo my pants exposing my thighs. "look." He turns around with his eyes widening as they see my legs --burn marks and cuts damaging my skin-- shock fills his eyes. I pull my pants back up. "Believe me now?"

"I.. I.. guess, I'm sorry." He lowers his head. "I don't like being this way.. My step mum doesn't like me, my dad's never home anyways. And when he is, he doesn't look at me. My mom walked out on us when I told her I was gay. In middle school." He looks at me and talks through clenched teeth, his eyes are filled with tears. "I don't know why I'm even telling you this. Like you truly care." He crosses his arms and turns his back to me.

"Actually, I do care. That's why I'm here. I pulled the fire alarm to get to you. The cuts on your wrist tells me you need help... and I'm here for you."

"Dude, who you kidding? You don't know me and you don't know my god damn story! Okay? Why don't you go join everyone else, making my life a living hell." He says with his back still turned but his head turned to the side so he kind of looks at me. "I don't need your help. I've made it seventeen years without you, I think I can make it a few more months of school without you." He shouts as he starts to walk out of the bathroom. The door swings open then slams shut, leaving the room silent. The ringing in my ears from the silence stings. I feel like my heart was just ripped out and stepped on, and I'm not sure why.

     Everything becomes a blur as I walk out of the bathroom after Felix. I change my mind and head for the office.

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《I know it's fairly short but it's my first chapter, let alone book. I promise to become better and get over my writer's block.》