It just... happened? (boyxboy)

Chapter Six

Authors note: Hey guys! I didn't have time to proof read this one so sorry for any mistakes, I can't believe I got 100 reads!! It makes me so happy thank you so much feel free to comment or vote itd really make my day! I also recently went back to school so sadly updates will be slower from now on.

The sound of my 7am alarm awoke me from my restless sleep. Ever since the party my mind has been occupied with so many thoughts that I haven't been able to be fully rested.

Ugh, I despise Mondays

I got out of my cozy blue plaid sheets and made my way out of my bedroom and into the bathroom for a shower, grabbing a navy hoodie and black jeans from my dresser. I turned on the water and made my way over to the mirror above our sink. The welts on my neck were still quite visible but not as prominent as they were on Saturday. I sighed while stepping into the shower, letting the hot water stream down my back and take away the chill of the cold morning air.

As I finished getting dressed I heard my phone buzz where I had placed it on the windowsill beside the shower, Willows name popping up on the screen.

Willowz <3
7:15am
hey u need a ride 2 school or are u gonna take the bus??

Ace
7:16am
I think Ill take the bus Im in the mood for a bit of a walk.

I lied, riding the noisy bus is the worst thing I could be doing on a Monday morning, but if Im being honest I just couldn't handle Willow interrogating me for the third time in two days. Damn that girl really can get on your nerves. After I had finished my dinner on Saturday she immediately started to bombard me with questions. Fortunately, Mrs. Dolton walked into the kitchen and started ordering Willow to do laundry, I took that as my cue to leave.

Before I left for the bus I decided to peek into my moms room to see if she had left for work yet. She sat propped up on her ivory bedding, head twisted to look outside her window with sorrow filling her tired eyes.

"I'm leaving now mom, there's some leftovers I brought from Willows house in the fridge for breakfast.", I didn't even get a nod in response, not even a cock of the head to let me know she heard.

Making my way outside and down the street twoards the bus stop I realized something that almost made me jump out of my skin in fear...
I was going to have to see Charlie Simmons and his entourage of friends, clinging to him for attention. I gagged, disgusted with myself for ever kissing him. It's not normal! I'm a guy he's a guy and now he's f*cking with my head all because of one stupid drunk night. Dear lord above please let me get through this day without being beaten to a pulp! The chances are slim with Willow always constantly at my side being her loud self but maybe, just maybe if I can get through the halls undetected and sit in the back of biology I could survive. That wouldn't be overly difficult considering my tier on the social latter. Actually, I wasn't even on the latter, it doesn't bug me much but I know it bugs Willow. I often catch her glancing at the clusters of friends around our school, her big grey eyes longing for some more friends. I'm sure she could easily fit in with the geeks but she's too nice of a person to leave me alone to myself. Hell I couldn't even be accepted into the pot-heads, and that's saying something.

I stood waiting for my bus to drive around the curb when I saw Luca Skizer's bleached blond head making it's way up a hill towards Bryce Hopkins. Ugh, possibly the worst pair of dickheads Meadow Ridge High had to offer. The two boys ranked at #2 on the social latter, one tier below Sydney Norris, the schools beloved Queen who also happened to f*ck anything that moved.

I watched as Luca slapped Bryce on the back just as I heard the sputtering engine of the bus pull up alongside us. I waited for the tiny crowd of students to pile in before I took my usual seat in the front. I know I know, kids in the front are always labeled as major lame piss offs but I couldn't care less. I knew who I was and as long as I wouldn't get into a fight it didn't matter where I sat, so the front didn't particularly bother me. Not to mention I was able to have small conversations about random shit with the sick hippie bus driver, Dave. He waved a peace sign in your face every time you crawled up the stairs and I swear to god that man has a different pair of funky sunglasses each day he came to pick everyone up. Even thought I enjoyed being alone, his company was one I didn't mind, he just had this look that made you wanna know all of his crazy life stories the minute you laid your eyes on his face. I settled in for the 15 minute drive as Dave started to ramble on about some sort of kale cleansing diet he's been doing.

"It helps purify your soul and your anus, I can already feel my shits gettin looser every time I plop my ass on the toilet!", he declared, a large toothy grin stretching across his wrinkly face.

"Tmi, Dave. I love our little talks but I don't gotta hear about your shits.", I scoffed.

"Just you wait kid, one day when you're my age your stool will be your number one priority!".

I nodded my head with a chuckle before pushing my earbuds in my ears as far as they could go. I turned on my 80s Biggest Hits! playlist in an attempt to tune out the fart noises and rap music coming from the back of the bus.

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The screech of the breaks broke me out of my haze as I spotted the school outside the small window. My chest tightened and my breaths started to become rapid. A mix of dread and dismay destroyed the microscopic amount of calm left in my body, leaving my nerves to get the best of me. As I scrambled out of the bus trying to get to my locker as quick as possible, I felt hands on my shoulders. My body instinctively whipped around and shoved whoever was gripping me into the wall behind the large row of forest green lockers.

My eyes widened in horror as I realized who i had thrown off of me. As if i wasn't already f*cked over enough, Willow became red as rage overtook her usually calm face. I could almost see the steam shooting out from her ears.

"What the hell, Ace! First you refuse to tell me what happened at the party, then you blow off our plans for Sunday, and now you shove me into the hard ass wall?!", her voice echoed through the hallway, catching the attention of students as they turned their heads to look at the angered girl who was now approaching me, forcing my body into my locker. "If you don't start acting like my Ace again I'll have no choice but to leave you and your flat ass on the ground, alone.", Willow whispered in my ear, her lips sneering at me.

"I-I uhh- I'm sorry I'm so sorry, I thought maybe you were someone that was going to hurt me.", pathetic, I am absolutely pathetic.

"Jeez Ace what's up with you? No one would beat either of us up, they barely know we exist!", I nodded my head agreeing with her, even though I wanted to scream that Charlie Simmons could come and murder my ass any minute now.

Willow stepped away from me, disgust on her face as shook her head and walked off. I'm aware I'm not being the bestest of best friends right now, but hey! Give me a break, my body is filled up with constant fear that this will be my last day walking on earth. I mean, I guess dying wouldn't be so bad, I was ruining my only friendship and without Willow I had no one. No reason to live.

Stop thinking like that Ace! Don't revert back into old habits!

My intrusive dark thoughts were thankfully interrupted by the first period bell. Ugh, stupid math. A lot of people often mistake me for being smart. Well holy shit they couldn't be more wrong. I have the IQ of a pebble, unless english class is taken into account. Not to brag but I excel at writing. Oh my god that sounded so douchey, I swear I'm not a douche! But anyways, I have never been one to get 90s in math let alone 80s, that goes for science and most other subjects as well. Willow is sort of the same way, we both find all core subjects (and gym) repulsing, but stick us in an english or music class and we'll never let you down. Most of the time when the two of us aren't playing video games, we'll write short stories and help each other edit them. Willow occasionally will publish them on some random site but I have never and probably won't ever have the guts too. As for the music part, neither of us are a amazing but we occasionally fiddle around on Willow's piano or watch documentary's on musical history. God we seem like total nerds!

The first three periods couldn't go by fast enough. I was eager to find Willow and apologize for my crude actions this morning. I understand I wasn't completely at fault here but it takes Willow quite a few tiks of the clock before she realizes her place in an argument. When I heard the lunch bell ring I leaned out of my seat and scurried into the hallways to save a table in the cafeteria for us. The risk of running into Charlie at the speed I was going was large but I didn't care, I just wanted things to go back to the way they were. My luck hadn't been too bad today, I didn't see his big muscular figure once, so maybe I could just put this whole thing behind us? That'd take so much weight off my shoulders, the thought of it made the pit inside my stomach weigh a little less.

Of course me bring me meant my lousy luck just had to return. I felt an arm grab my shoulder and yank me into a dark room. The next thing I knew I was being thrown into a wall, the impact of being smashed against it sent shoots pain traveling upwards through my body as I slumped to the floor. Before I could say a word the lights flickered on. Standing by the light switch was Charlie Simmons, his eyes alive with rage.

"You're f*cking dead, Loughty!"