Against society [AMBW]

16.Eyes

W3~Monday

I'm not doing this.
I'm not doing this again.

Stepping out of the classroom, i glance both sides in search of him. Everywhere I look he's not there.

As the hallway begins to clear, I start to turn back to the way of my tutor before seeing him.

He walks out of the bathroom, wiping his eyes in the process. I watch his eyes flicker from side to side as if he's unsure of which way to go.

Jogging up to him with blurry vision, I grab onto his arm pulling him back without caution to which he gasps at. I

He turns around to face me with pink eyes and messy hair. His face resembled one of depression but strength. He rolls his eyes taking in a deep breathe.

He's face to face with me but his eyes refuse to align with my own.

"Adrian, stop." A forest forms in his eyes, as he opens his mouth to speak only to close it once again.

"I'm going to be late." He huffs still not joining eyes with my own. His voice is blatant and deep. Tutor doesn't start until 5 minutes meaning the hallway will soon be crowded with more students.

"Adrian, what's going on?" I place my hand on my forehead, massaging it slowly- trying to make sense of him.

"Nothing. Leave."

My eyes start to burn and the feeling of stress builds up. In my heart I want to scream and shout but inside I know I can't. Not in front of others at least.

I pull him into the classroom of no use and push him against the art cupboard door. I'm tired of this nonsense.

"Adrian you better speak up now! I'm tired of this! I'm tired of us becoming close only for you to push me away. Every. Single. Time. I can't continue wasting my time trying to be friends when you don't even want to be." I slap him on the chest.

His face goes dull as guilt washes over his face. His eyes sink and eyebrows relax.

"Adrian, I'm not going to force you to be friends with me...just don't pretend to be. Just don't hurt me."

"Sprinkles..."

"No, Adrian. Stop calling me that." I move my head to the side as he opens his mouth again, to release more bullshit.

"Viola... I'm sorry. I-"

"Shut the fuck up Adrian! Stop saying shit you know I  want to hear. Stop it! I thought we had fun this weekend, I thought you did as well, maybe I was wrong. Is this all some joke to you; us, you and me? Am I just an experience?" I get calmer and lower my volume into almost a whisper.

He plays with his hands as if he's got something to say. His body relaxes and his nose flares with annoyance.

"Am I a joke to you? Do you know- do you know how many people have looked at me with disgust...disgust?! People know I hang out with you and as much as I try to ignore the faces, the words, the actions; it hurts. Maybe you don't see it or maybe you do and you just don't care."

Water falls on my cheeks and my face grows warm.

"If you don't want to be friends with me. Just say the words." A final tear rolls down and I hold our stare.

"Just say the words." I whisper.

His jaw clenches and his body becomes stiff, but his eyes never leave mine. They stare deep. I stare deep.