Fuck Buddies? More?

Goddamnit • 6

I can't stop staring at him. His blonde hair, the way he carries himself, his smile--although rare--is just breathtaking.

That's what I think until I notice him stomping towards me. I panic since neither Larry or Ash was with me.

"Oi, queer," Even though his words are harsh, his eyes have some sadness in them.

I thought he was gonna change.

I stand my ground, though. If he really was lying about wanting to change, I'll talk to him later. I know that he goes to the bathroom and cries after lunch.

He pushes me back a few steps and I stumble, "Got a boyfriend yet, bitch?" He scoffs, "Or are'ya still fuckin' that Johnson boy?"

He raises an eyebrow and my eyes grow wide. There's no way he can know about that! Right?

"Not unless you wanna be my boyfriend, Christian boy," The words just spill out of my mouth, dripping with sass. I leave out anything about Larry.

He stutters for a moment then glares at me, "I ain't no faggot, you defective bitch," He spits out at me.

"Woo, original insults," I raise my hands up, "Now I'm gonna act like a little pussy because you scared me,"

He is not amused by my heavy sarcasm and sass. "You wanna be in the hospital?" He growls.

"It wouldn't be new," I shrug and try to keep my cool. I know what he can do, so I'm freaking out on the inside.

A small crowd had formed around us, including some of Travis' friends. They were yelling at me with slurs, insults, and even death threats.

"C'mon, do something to me," I challenge him, "You're the one who will end up suspended, Travvy," I push down the panic and say those words.

He looks more livid now and pushes me again. This time, I fall back and hit my head on the bottom of the lockers.

I don't show him that it hurt, and keep my cool. He storms off and a few nice kids I don't really know help me up and offer to take me to the nurse. I say no, but thank them.

I text Larry and tell him that I'm gonna skip the rest of the day because I'm not feeling too hot.

He doesn't open it yet and I leave. The walk home doesn't help my sore head, but it does give me a splitting headache.

The sun hurts, so I try to just look down at my feet.

. . . .

When I get home, Dad isn't there as usual so I just flop onto the couch. I keep the lights off and pull a throw blanket over me. I unclip my prosthetic since that really isn't helping and lay it on the coffee table.

I don't even think about getting medicine before I fall asleep.

I groggily wake back up to Dad coming in with groceries. He closes the door rather loudly and I groan.

"Hey, buddy," he notices my...deadness. "What's up?"

He sets the grocery bags down and sits on the edge of the couch. "Headache," I grumble and pull the blanket up further.

"Let me get you some medicine," He says quietly and stands up. The floor boards creak, but it's quieter than before.

He rummages through the cabinets, which isn't really that loud, but right now it sounds like a pack of horses stomping through the house.

He rubs my back and I poke my head out to see him holding out three blue tablets.

I smile, "Thanks," I swallow them down dry and cover back up.

"I'll be in my room, holler if you need me," He pats my back and leaves. He closes his door pretty softly and I fall back asleep.

I'm in a sort-of-asleep-sort-of-awake state and I hear someone knock on the door. Another door opens--my dad's door, and he talks to someone.

"Hey..is Sal home?" Their voice is muffled because I'm still asleep, but I swear it sounds like Travis.

"Yeah," That's Dad, "he's asleep, though, can I take a message?"

There's silence.

"It's uh...pretty important?" He says, "Could you just have him text me when he wakes up?"

"I can do that, yup," I groan and sit up. I want to know what he has to say.

I make sure that my hair covers my face long enough to put my mask on.

"Guess he's up," Dad says, surprised.

I look over to see that it is Travis. I wave slightly and stand up before popping my back and neck several times. Dad cringes at that, "Gonna break your bones one day,"

I chuckle and pop my knuckles. I swear I can see Travis smile, but I could just be seeing things.

"No headache?" He asks.

"Nope," I bonk the side of my head to show him. He smiles and goes into his room.

"I'll let you two talk," He closes his door. I walk over to Travis and lean against the door frame. I just realize that I had taken off my sweatshirt and I'm just in a grey tank top and some black jeans.

He's staring.

I chuckle and break him out of his thoughts, "Like what you see, Christian boy?"

Considering my age and how little I work out, I have a pretty good build, but I'm mainly just bones.

He flinches and turns his head away. I was joking, but alright. "God, no," He immediately gasps and puts his hands up in a prayer position.

"Could we..talk outside?" He asks, clearly fidgety, "Or at least in your room or something?"

I shrug and move over so he can step in.

This is gonna be a long talk, I can already tell.