Where Am I? (boyxboy)

Chapter Five

The past week passed with me dishing out my punishment. Meaning I painted the whole house, a wonderful grey blue that Aunt Raven loved. After many hours of painting and reading and just being down right bored, it was finally time for me to go back to school. Usually, I'm not a big fan of Monday's, today, I'll make an exception.

After getting ready, I grabbed and apple from the fruit bowl and walked out the door, realizing I was actually going to be on time today. Joy. I rather not spend my time subjecting myself to idiots who think it's fun to harass me. Matt. What an ass. He was going to be a pain in mine all year, call my psychic, I just have a feeling. Walking in the crisp air I inhaled large breaths, feeling the cool sting in my lungs. 

Twenty minutes later I arrived at the large building. Taking a deep breath I walked to the back of the school, pulled out my pack of cigarettes from my bag and lit one up. Taking a deep breath I inhaled the smoke, immediately feeling calmer from the nicotine that was now in my system. Yeah, it wasn't the best habit, but I was going to die anyways, might as well enjoy the time I have. Plus smoking was a great anxiety reducer. Calming. And of course the serinity of the moment just has to be ruined. 

"Hey fag!" Matt called out, Tyler and another unfamiliar guy trailing behind him, like his own personal pack. Behind them, to my surprise, walked Alec, and the look on his face was murderous. Yeah... so maybe making him make a mess of himself in the middle of the school hallway and then leaving him there was not the best strategy to stay on his good side. Honestly I was more worried about the trouble Alec was going to cause, rather than giant, football player, Matt. "I'm talking to you!" He said loudly, pushing me back into the wall. Annoyed, I flicked some ash off my cigarette, then took another deep inhale, blowing the smoke in Matt's face. His face twisted in disgust, and the next thing I knew my cig was on the ground, being smashed under Matt's shoe.

"Those are expensive you know?" I said, in a bored tone. Sighing, I started to walk away only to be pushed back into the wall, yet again. I swear these guys had a wall fetish. I guess I wasn't leaving anytime soon, and the bell was going to ring in a long ten minutes. Plenty of time to be beaten to a bloody pulp.

"What the hell was that yesterday?! Get upset? Did you go home and cut yourself like the emo freak that you are?" Tyler asked, joining in on the fun. I was taller than Tyler and more built then him and the other guy standing by his side. One on one I could take them on, but in a group, I stood no chance. I was suicidal not stupid. I saw Alec give me a strange look before he masked it over once again into an angry mask. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I heaved out a large breath. Yeah cutting would be nice right about now. 

On the bright side it didn't look like my anger or mania would show up anytime soon. Impulses were a bitch. "Sorry to disappoint." I sneered out, my eyes cold. "I didn't know you boys had such an interest in my life." I provoked nonchalantly. Ignoring Matt's face that was getting increasingly red by the second, I turned to the unfamiliar guy. "What's your name?" I asked, as if it was the most normal thing to be striking up a conversation with someone who wanted to tear out my lung. Not literally, that would be gross, and a bit excessive.

He snorted, his wavy brown hair falling in his eyes. Rolling his brown eyes he said flippantly, "What's it to you, faggot?" Damn. I hated that word. Honestly, it didn't bother me so much being called fag, but when someone said the whole word, it was like a crawling insect under my skin. An uncomfortable queasy feeling in my stomach. Keeping my face impassive, I dared a smirk.

"You know, you keep calling me that when you don't even know if I'm gay or not." I shrugged, looking at Matt who looked like a volcano ready to erupt, his all-American looks twisting into an ugly red mug. He took the bait.

"Oh he's a fag alright." Alec scoffed out, narrowing his blue eyes at me. My smirk widened, and panic flashed across Alec's face before he hid his emotions once again. He knew I had him. Then, images flashed in the back of my brain. Alec and I playing ball together. Laughing and joking in the halls. Wrestling in my front yard. The good times I had with Alec, far outweighed whatever show he was putting on right now, so I did what any best friend would do when they had the opportunity to expose their best friend's secret, I didn't.