I Hate You (A Tyrus Story)

Chapters Three

(I am so sorry I didn't realize I didn't post a chapter for a week)

"Mr.Beck hello, have a seat" The boy sat down nervously like he was in front of the president. Andi apologized for what he said but he never did.

"You and Mr.Goodman over here have every class together so I want you to show him our school.

"Of course" He nervously smiled as the bell rang. We got out of our seats and we began to walk to our first class.

"Hey, so I just wanted to say sorry for calling you weird and stuff forgive me?" I shrugged my shoulders because at that point it already happened so I just didn't care anymore. He opened the door to our math class and everybody's attention diverted to us.

"Sorry I'm late"

"It's ok Jonah the principle already told me you would be"

"Cyrus why don't you introduce yourself to the class" I shook my head no and she gave me back a nod.

"Well, I'm Miss. Kain" Take a seat anywhere you like.

"Come on," Jonah said quietly as he sat down in the front with an open seat next to him. I rolled my eyes sitting in the back of the room. The teacher handed me the paper and spoke to me.

"Are you familiar with the algebra" I nodded my head tapping my fingers on the desk, it felt like everybody was staring at me.

"If you need help just ask someone" She smiled and went back to her desk continuing the lesson. I began to do the paper and within the first five minutes, I was done. I was basically a wiz when it came to algebra.

"You're done already?" A kid next to me ask as I ignored him. "Hello earth to new kid," He said trying to get my attention again.

"Leave him alone Reed" A boy with short light brown hair whispered at him.

"I just want the answers" He responded in a baby-like tone slouching in his seat.

"Sorry about that," The boy with light brown hair said.

"Whatever" I responded putting my head down.

"I'm Tj, Cyrus right?" I nodded my head but kept it down.

"Hey um can you help me?" I let out a small sight putting my head up. I didn't know why I didn't ignore him like I do everyone else.

"So what number is this?"

"It's 17" I answered the odd question wondering why he asked me what a number was. I didn't say anything though because I didn't care about it enough to make a conversation.

"So what class do you have next" I sighed looking at him.

"Why?"

"Just curious" I handed him my schedule putting my head back down.

"So we have Art class together wanna walk together?" He asked. 

"If I agree will you stop fucking talking to me?"

"Jeez sorry but yeah" I don't know why he wanted to walk with me but I guess it was a way to know where the class was. After the bell rang I grabbed my stuff and left with Tj, Jonah behind us.

"So where did you-"

"You said you would stop talking" I interrupted him before he finished his sentence. We went into what I figured to be the classroom and sat down in the back Jonah sat next to me this time and Tj sat on the other side of me.

"Alright guys to start class I want everyone to welcome Cyrus to our class"

"Why does every teacher do this?" Everybody looked at me making me uncomfortable as a slumped into my seat.

"Psst"

"What Jonah?" He reached over my desk putting a small folded paper on my desk. I unfolded the paper and read it.

U shouldn't talk to Tj

I crumpled up the paper throwing it at Jonah. I continued to listen to the teacher as he taught the lesson.

~(At Lunch)~

I was sitting down at the lunch table with my head down drowning out the yelling with music.

"Hey, are you ok?" Andi asked lifting up my hood I put it back down and from the other side, I noticed Tj. He did that stupid head thing that means hi and I rolled my eyes. He was with the other boy from math and some guys that had jerseys on.

"What was that?" The short curly-haired girl asked in an aggravated tone.

"Someone saying hi to me," I said shooting an attitude back.

"I tried to tell him we don't talk to Tj, but he threw paper at me," Jonah said.

"Boo hoo stop being such a bitch," I said at Jonah scoffing at him.

"He didn't let Buffy on the basketball team and he and his friends are jerks," Andi said.

"I didn't ask for his life story just cause you don't talk to him doesn't mean I can't" They all went quiet until Andi broke it.

"So you guys want to go to the spoon after school?" She asked changing the topic.

"Whatever" I only agreed to go because I wanted some more of those tater tots.

~(At Eric And Ryan's House )~

I was laying down on the couch Eric in the seat next to me when the doorbell rang. I got up answering it and a middle-aged couple we're there.

"Who is it?" Ryan asked getting up.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I replied.

"Language Cyrus"

"Yeah yeah" Oh hello Velma and Travis how nice of you to come down.

"Cyrus these are the Kippens they live a couple of blocks down"

"Cool" I said in a sarcastic tone going back to the couch.

"Where's Tj?" Ryan asked them. It felt like I had heard that name before but I brushed off the thought.

"Basketball practice"

"You know Cyrus hasn't painted his room yet and Eric and I are so busy he should help paint that way Cyrus can have new friends"

"That sounds like a plan how about Friday? Tj doesn't have a game than" The man said.

"Sounds good" Ryan replied.

"Well, we just wanted to stop by and say hi, are we still having our charade Saturday?" The woman asked.

"Of course we are" Eric replied.

"Well we should get going, see you soon"

"Bye, drive safe" Ryan turned around and jumped a little when he saw me staring at him in anger.

"You said that we were gonna paint the room together not me and a fucking stranger," I said a little disappointed trying not to show it.

"Ryan and I will still be there just with a plus one"

"I don't need any more friends I'm just gonna get put into a new home and not talk to them again" I blurted out, out of anger.

"We're not gonna get rid of you Cy," Ryan said softly.

"I know you are you don't have to lie your gonna end up seeing the real me not this show I put on and your gonna send me away" I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door behind me. I lifted up my mattress grabbing a pen and notebook that was underneath and sat on my bed begging to write.

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a battle with my brain and I'm losing. I yell when I don't want to and my feelings are all mixed up. I wish I was a robot so I had no feelings.

Andi's stupid ass friend apologized so I guess that whatever

I was interrupted by a knock on the door and I quickly put the notebook under my pillow and pretended to be asleep.