We Aren't Different [ BoyxBoy+ ]

. Chapter 8 .

Arron sat across from me at the circular table while a smaller boy sat next to him, one I had yet to even notice.

He had bright blue hair that reached just to the tips of his ears before it lead to a shaved dark part. Almost like a bowl cut but styled and cuter.

Along with his obnoxiously colourful hair, upon his nose rested a large round pair of navy-black, glasses. They fitted his face perfectly and only added compliments to the light freckles spread around his delicate, pale, fragile looking skin.

The boy with darker skin, as I now know as Lucas, sat next to Landon and Aaron.

I sat between Brandon and Reed, but as lunch progressed I could feel Reed glaring more and more often. His rather beautiful blue eyes continued to avoid mine when I returned the look back. Irritation crawled through my skin but he wouldn't look away even as I glared back at times. Quite harshly in my opinion.

I took a small bite of the pasta in front of me, the yellow food mixed with red sauce reminding me of the fat I've accumulated over my pathetic lifetime, then prepared myself to turn and tell him to fuck off.

"For gods sake would you please stop glaring at me like I slaughtered your fucking family!"

The room went deadly silent after I said that. No longer could the sound of metal utensils clashing on plates be heard or the quiet conversations between two or three boys.

Everyone stared at me, some faces full of pity and some of absolute shock.

Aaron looked awfully calm at his end, but he had an intense look in his eyes. He was staring at Reed as if he was waiting for something, but warning him to not.

Confused, I wanted to retract my words. He didn't seem like the type to get easily offended by a single statement.

"Wh-" I managed to say before suddenly the world spun and I was on the floor, my shoulder collided with the floor, my head following in short. I had flown straight out of the wooden chair to the floor. The world jolted up and down, spinning continuously. Nothing was at all in focus, everything but a blur moving outrageously fast.

A searing pain shot through my skull from both sides it felt like someone took a jackhammer and used it on my raw brain while someone shot me in the head. It felt like in the distance I could heart sudden shouts of some people and the sound of chairs sliding against a hard floor but a loud ringing in my ears masked the sounds to a muffle.

From laying on my side, I had suddenly been forced onto my back with little grace. A force landed directly on my nose increasing the pain along with-

CRACK

-_-_-_- (these look like squinty faces lol)

"Ugh.."

I sat up from the cold bed, a pounding ache refusing to leave me as well as a dull pinch in my eye, an empty pain in my bottom lip and everything above my chest was just overall sore.

I think the most noticeable pain lurked somewhere between the back of my eyes and my nose.

I sat there unknowing if anything currently. The blinds were drawn, though it appeared to be night. I wasn't currently in my room. It did smell.. musky and mildly comforting but that's all I know.

I think I have a migraine now that the ache decided to worsen within the all of the few minutes I've been conscious.

Suddenly the light placed above me illuminated, brightly, may I add.

I attempted to shield my face with my hands as I let out a pathetic whine, but they did very little to the situation.

"Ah sorry!" A young British accent blurted out. It was cute but any other time than being in someone else's bed while practically dying would've been much better to cherish it.

I groaned and fell back onto the bed only increasing my headache.

"Are you alright? Aaron said to check up on you," he trotted over to me then leaned over a mere inch or so from my face.

His eyes shimmered with the dullest and most broken angelic light I've ever seen, his emerald eyes swarmed with want.

I groaned in acknowledgement at his concern for me, but it's fairly obvious that everyone in this house does not care for my wellbeing, wether it's just they simply don't care, they don't like me, or I'm just not important enough for anyone.

Understandable though, I wouldn't care for me either if I was in their shoes.

I guess it still hurts though, having no one to be there. Not that I particularly went to anyone in time of need, but it was still nice to have the option. It was a feeling of acknowledgement that I was still something to someone. Still able to have someone converse normally like we were friends or something.

My chest tightened with a pain and it started to get harder to breathe. I suppressed it for the time being knowing that it'd make everything worse between me and anyone else here. They'd think I was nothing more than a cry baby. A pathetic little attention whore. A depressed bitch wanting everything I could get my hands on.

Fuck I wanna cry.. and die.

Oop- I've been having a lovely writers block for the past few months so my apologies for the late update