We Call Each Other Names But In No Way Is It Sexual Whatsoever.

Chapter Six

BRENDONS POV

I walked into the school , immediately regretting my choice of clothing. People looked at me strange, the girls whispered to each other, the boys laughed and snickered. I inhaled deeply before calming myself down. If I were going to wear this and even make it through the day I would need to act as if I were meant to wear this outfit.

I took a moment before walking to my locker. I kept my head down, already failing at acting prideful. I ignored everyone's rude remarks. It was tough, but I just toned out everyone. I stared at the books sitting in my locker.

"Bren. BREN!"

I snapped my head towards whoever was talking. My eyes grew wide as I realized it was Ryan. He looked confused and awkward.

"Are you deaf? I called your name about 5 times! What the fuck are you wearing!?" he blinked, looking me up and down. I shrugged.

"You like what you see?" I teased, but that was a mistake. He glared, turning red. He stomped off and I was left dumbfounded at my locker. I groaned in defeat. Not only had I just blown that entirely, I was stuck in this outfit that proved utterly useless. Great. Just wonderful.

After Ryan left I turned back to my locker. I was just about to tone everyone out again, but I caught someone's remark that struck me in the chest.

"Look at that, the fag was pushed away by his daddy." My face turned red with anger. First of all, Ryan is not my "daddy". What the fuck. Second, its true, I was just turned away from by my best friend, and I don't know how to handle it. So I just did what my instinct told me to.

I spun on my heal to face away from my locker.

"WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO TALK. YOU ARE A DISGUSTING LITTLE SHIT. NO WONDER YOU ARE SINGLE. WHO WOULD WANT TO DATE A CUNT WHO TALKS AND TALKS ABOUT BUSINESS THAT ISN'T HIS!? SO SHUT THE FUCK UP." I glared at the boy who had shouted his stupid little remark. He rolled his eyes and walked away in a rush.

I slammed my locker and made my way to class. I wanted to curl up and die right then and there. 

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First class was hell. I often found myself staring at Ryan. He would catch me with a stern glare and I would look at my desk in silence.

I didn't like this. I missed him. I wanted him to talk to me again. But he refused. He avoided me. I hated it. I hate this tension.

Meanwhile the stupid teacher was rambling on about some civil war shit, stuff I already knew. My attention was focused on Ryan.

That's it. I cant take it.

I stood from my desk, eyeing Ryan. He looked up at me, confused. I grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room, ignoring what the teacher shouted at us.

Ryan tried to slip free but I kept a firm grip. I brought him to an abandoned hallway. I let go, and to my surprise, he didn't walk away. He watched me with a blank expression.

"Can we go back to being whatever the fuck we were before you fucking abandoned me?" I blurted after a while of silence. I could hear him sigh, but I didn't dare to look up from the ground. He didn't answer. At this point I was really desperate. I missed him.

"Please?" My voice quivered at the end. I held my breathe for an answer.

"Fine, but can we just start fresh, like we just started becoming really good friends???" He sounded unsure and embarrassed. I would do anything to be able to have him near me again, so I agreed.

I breathed out in relief and wrapped my arms around the taller boy. He was caught a little off guard, but eventually hugged back. As we separated, he quickly kissed my cheek, earning a smile from me. We walked back to class in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence. It was more of a happy silence. We took our seats and the teacher fussed and fussed. I didn't care. I kept looking over at Ryan and smiling. He smiled back, making my entire day absolutely wonderful.