I Want What You've Got! (Completed)

Twenty-One

Ooh we're past the twenty mark, I'm not entirely sure how many more many more chapters there will be but I sort of have an idea in my head of what will happen but at the same time I'm winging it

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Kyle’s POV

After last yesterday, I went home and told mom about how I was gay, I was a little nervous about that but my sadness distracted me. I was surprised that she didn't freak out or blame it on Canada or some shit.
I twisted the truth about my tears, I avoided mentioning Stan and told her that there was just some guy in another grade that I like and didn't return my feelings. She told me I was too good for him and insisted I get an early night.

When I went to bed, I knew what would happen, which it did.
I found my knife for the first time in a while and strook it several times across my wrists- I regret it now.
I also sent some confusing messages to David, I don't know why.
I definitely did not get the early night Mom had suggested.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my arm, there was little blood but it was obviously there and quite a few scars…
I went to the bathroom and ran the tap across my arm, cleaning it a little then rolled down my sleeve and went back into my room to get things together.

I was going to grab something quick to take with me then leave but mom encouraged me to sit and told my dad that he'd drop me off
For breakfast I just had cereal, well very little of it, I didn't feel hungry at all. I still felt really upset about everything.

Dad dropped me off at school and the first person I saw was David.
“You’re here?!” I smiled.
“Well, yeah, I was just off sick yesterday- hey are you okay?” David asked.
“Of course” I lied. “Why?”
“Well, last night, you sent me a bunch of symbols then after, you sent ‘I’m fine!’”
“Oh that” I looked around a little. “So, we've been split up into groups to do some kind of project, of our choice. We're in a group together, with two others…”
“Who?” David asked.
“Kenny and Stan, my friends…” I sighed.
“You don't look too happy about it…” David mutters.
“I’m actually fine…” I mutter before looking up to see Kenny walking over, dragging Stan along, his other hand in the air, waving.
For some reason, I felt like running.

I looked around the hallway; David and Kenny were now chatting, introducing themselves to each other, I looked up at Stan, we caught each other's eyes for a second, then we both looked away from each other. I slumped into my shoulders nervously.
Dammit… I don't want to feel this way and I don't want any of them to see me upset.

“Uhm, I'll be back in a bit…” I say, hurrying off before they could say anything.
I went to the boys toilets, and just locked myself in a stall. I sat up on the toilet, bringing my knees up to my chest.
I buried my head into my knees with a sigh.

Stan said he wanted to end things the way they were so he couldn't break me, but ending things broke me…

I dug into my pockets. I know I shouldn't have brought the small blade but I did…
I rolled up my sleeve with a sigh, pressing the knife into my wrist, slowly pulling it along. I repeated this action a few times over, my arm turning pink, droplets of blood running wild across my arm. After a few more minutes, I got up and opened up the door to the stall and walked across to the sink, turning on the faucet.

I stood there for a while, holding my arm under the water, alone.

“Kyle, are you in he–” I heard David's voice.
Part of me wanted it to be Stan though…

I quickly rolled down my sleeve though, I'm pretty sure he already saw.
“Kyle I… I knew it…” David said sadly. “I knew it when you first came round mine and we were in the pool, I could see the faint scars on your wrist and well, everywhere actually…”
Shit, I didn't even think about it back then…

David took my hand in his. “What happened…?”
“My friend Stan, we were sort of seeing each other, well now we're not…” I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.
“I’m so sorry…” David sighed softly, soon hugging me.

“Kyle this might be a bad time to tell you…” David soon muttered. “I don't want to confuse you in anyway but…”
“Huh?” I looked up at him.
“I think I love you…” David's cheeks turned pink as he turn his head, facing away.

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Stan’s POV

I sighed, leaning against the wall beside Kenny.
“Did you plan that yesterday?” I asked.
“I didn't plan on you ending things” Kenny just stated.
“So, I ended up drinking a lot last night”
“Yeah, I bet you did…” Kenny sighed. “For what it's worth, I'm sorry…”

Finally, Kyle and David came back, hand in hand. I was kinda jealous…

“That should be me…” I muttered. Kenny leaned in, to whisper into my ear. “No, it shouldn't, for starters, you're the reason he was upset in the first place, besides, he needs this and you know it…”

Kenny was right…

When the two reached us, they let go of each other's hands.

“We’re back” Kyle spoke quietly.