school shooter { jayson }

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Flavour by Timmies
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I hide my eyes in the crease of my elbow, "Fucking shit!" I punch the brick wall, then I wince and yell in pain. I cup my bruised and cut hand, tears well in my eyes from the pain of the brick hitting against my hand.

I run my fingers over my knuckles, wincing once in awhile.

"Grayson?" I turn my head, I'm surprised I didn't break my fucking neck.

My mouth opens slightly, then I close it, "G-Garrett?" I stutter nervously, he smirks looking me up and down.

He walks closer to me, "what are you doing out here?" He asks, his voice low and raspy like I remember.

He used to be my best friend, the best of the best.

I told him everything, but, I regretted my decision ever since then.

I was so foolish to tell him my deepest secrets.

I was so fucking stupid to ever trust a dick like himself.

"I had to take care of things.." I mutter, I open and close my fists, trying to cancel out my anger is harder than it seems.

My anger issues get me in trouble, the only person who can stop it is James. He's been there since day one, he has never made fun of me, he has never called me names, he takes me seriously.

I trust him with everything, something once me and garret shared before he turned into the biggest fucking dick ever.

"What types of things grayson?" He asks, his eyes are clouded, I can tell he really cares.

I have this special ability- you can call it- that allows me to know how people are feeling. By the way they stand, or speak, or even their eyes can tell a story of its own.

"just fucking things!" I yell and kick a couple of rocks, he sighs and walks away mumbling a quiet 'whatever' before he disappears into Hell itself aka school.

I can't help but think of how much I hurt james today.

I fucking cut him, with my nails.

I'm being such a fucking dick to everyone.

James deserves something but happiness, I can't help but feel like I ruined it.

I look down at my hands, they're scarred and bruised, crusted blood around my knuckles.

"Fuck James, I'm so fucking sorry.."I whisper, I fall to my knees and sob into my no good hands.

I feel a small and fragile hand against my back, rubbing up and down in a comforting way.

"It's okay gray. You did absolutely nothing wrong, I should've told you to not grip my hand so tight. You were scared..I-I just wanted to be there for you.." James' hand stops at my shoulder, I remove a hand from my face and hold his hand with mine.

"Thank you."

"Of course."
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Ugh, this is so cute -3-
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