On my knees for you (Boyxboy)

Four

Its short I know,  but at least its an update, right?

I run, run far away from the psychology class, maneuvering through teenagers eager to get to lunch.  All I needed is to get away, far fsr away from Louis or whatever his name was. He annoys me already. Why did he even speak to me? No one speaks to me, everyone knows not to talk to me unless you are Liam or Niall.

Yes, I am the most popular guy at this shitty school but that doesn't mean that I like speaking to people. As a matter of fact I hate it.

People talk to me just because I'm popular, not because they genuinely want to get to know me and to gain my trust, oh no, its either to get a free ticket to Nialls usual home alone parties or to fuck me.

And for your information,  I am a virgin.

Louis, he crossed the fucking line. He spoke to me, calling me fucking cute. He's just bullshit.

Harry was furious but confused. No one paid any real attention to him.  No one spoke to him normally,  and he liked that; Louis paying him attention made Harry flustered as he is usually only used to being stared at by the scantily clad hoes and the broes wanting him on the basketball team.

I run into the abandoned boys bathroom,  knowing it will be empty. I rumage through my backpack looking for my pills, finding the little orange container. Anxiety was shit.

I place three tablets in my hand and prepare myself to swallow them dry.

A small hand touches my shoulder and I freeze.

"You forgot your psychology folder."

I turn around quickly, seeing the same green eyes that I was introduced to only an hour ago. 

What the fuck?

"Get your h-hands off of me, and I-I already told you to f-fuck off" I manage to say, feeling the pills in my hand burn more and more by every second. 

Why am I stammering? Im taller than him.

"Just wanted to give it to ya mate, no hsrd feelings yeah?" Louis said with a grin,  obviously not finding me as intimidating as I hoped he would.  

He turns around and walks out, as if he owns the place.

I shove the pills down my throat and swallow them. I hate this, but I know it makes me calmer.

I walk out feeling dizzy, preparing myself for a long day.

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I look at myself in my bathroom mirror. My wrists are itching, why am I such a screw up? Why can't I be normal, why can't I just talk to people like everyone else? 

I smile as I feel beneath my sink, grabbing the little container.  Im so smart. I shake it and feel pleasure hearing the razor blades hitting the plastic container. I fished one out and placed it between my fingertips, lowering it towards my wrist. I take a deep breath as I feel the cold metal slice over my not so clean skin. 

This is for you mum, for leaving me.

I slice my skin again.

This is for you Gemma, for not caring anymore.

I slice my skin again.

This is for you step dad, for ruining my life.

I slice a final cut, feeling the hot liquid forcing its way towards the surface and cascade over my palm. 

This is for you Louis, for being so damn caring.