Boys are idiots

10

After a little bit more of crying I decided to tell him everything. I didn't know if I could confide in him but I wanted to tell it.

"I moved from Texas to North Carolina, because my dad died. That was the most worse time for me. I am living with my little brother and my mom together in a small flat. We don't have that much money. My mom is working everyday. I don't have any time for myself because I have to take care of my little brother. When I was at my new school no one liked me. I was, and still am, the new, strange person. The one with the ugly clothes, the one who has got no friends and the one who's always alone. The teachers don't like me because I am not paying any attention to their lessons. I am scared to say something wrong, so everyone would laugh at me." I said while sniffing.

Nash rubbed my back. I continued.

"But one of the worst things is that at my school is that one boy. I hate him because I am so scared of him. He always laughs at me. He hustles me against the lockers. He tells me every single day, that I am a ugly, strange and a fat bitch."

"You're not fat, Bay." Nash said while he washed my tears away with his shirt,"and you're not a bitch or whatever."

"I've never said that..." I said.

"And that's the reason why you hurt yourself?" he asked.

"Yes, it's like I could let out all my pain. And no one is interested in me. They all wanted to see me suffering. So why not?" I answered while I looked at my feet. "Maybe when I am feeling pain they'll stop. Because that is what they want to reach."

Nash began to hug me. "That's not true. Someone in this world will care about you. And someone is interested in you and don't want to see how you hurt yourself."

It felt so good to hear words like that. I hugged him back. Then I laid myself down. Nash did the same. It was still very stormy and still very cold. Sounds so stupid but I shivered again.

"Cute." Nash said while putting his arm around my waist. I turned around so I laid there face to face with Nash. I put my hands on his stomach because they were so dead.

"Bay, do I know that boy?" Nash asked me quietly.

"I don't know..." I answered. I knew that Nash knows Cameron. But they are friends. If I am telling Nash who he is, he will not like me anymore.

"What's his name?" Nash asked again.

"Not now..." I answered and closed my eyes, "I am tired. "