Is it love, or just lonely?

Chapter 4

Andy's pov:
It was 15:00 and the last period just ended. When I went on my way home, i was still thinking about what happened in the bathroom a few hours ago. Then I saw Ryan, for the first time ever I wasn't scared that if he would see me he would beat me up. I kept looking at him hoping for a return, then finally he looked back. But instead of a smile he rolled his eyes, came up to me and gave me a painful punch in my face.

Rye: "I don't know why I didn't punch you when we were in the bathroom, but you're just a little FAT fag and I don't want to have anything to do you with you so go fuck yourself and get out of my way."

I grabbed my bag pack as soon as I could (it fell on the ground when I got a punch from rye) and walked away. For one second I actually even thought someone didn't completely hate me, but of course they did... "a little FAT fag" that's what he thought of me. He thinks I'm fat.... am I?
That was the only thought I had on my way home.

Rye's pov:

Man on the phone: "I'm truly sorry, I hope you still have a good day."

Rye: "hm yeah..."

I felt sick, I just had a call from the hospital, my mom died..... This morning when I came in my parents room she could barely open her eyes so I called Mikey to take me and my mom too the hospital with his car. My dad wasn't home and even if he was he probably was too stoned to care. Mikey drove as fast as he could and when the paramedics brought her in she was still alive. After that, I went to school. Why the fuck did I go to school, i should've just stayed with her. Why am I such a fucking idiot.
I walked home because I needed some alone time, and just when I couldn't hold my tears anymore I saw someone looking at me in the corner of my eye. It's was Andy, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIEUS. Why does he always need to be there when I cry. And why can't he just stops staring at me for God sayks. I'll just keep walking. But after a few seconds I couldn't handle it anymore my mom just died and of course he needs to be there to see me cry. So I looked back and he gave me a smile. SERIOUSLY A SMILE, I'm not in the mood to smile. I rolled my eyes and walked up to him, I knew I was gonna hurt him but I really just didn't give a fuck.
I punched him right in the face, but it didn't felt good. Great now I felt even more bad, I didn't wanted to hurt him again, he just didn't deserve it. So i said something so he would go and then i wouldn't be able to hurt him again:

"I don't know why I didn't punch you when we were in the bathroom, but you're just a little FAT fag and I don't want to have anything to do you with you so go fuck yourself and get out of my way."

I felt bad for saying it but at least he left.