I walked to school with puffy red eyes and a broken heart only to get it shattered more by the comments I heard as I started walking down the halls.
"Did you hear that slut's mom died?"
"Yeh, about time his ego was brought down."
"Aww look, has he been crying?"
"Omg I feel so bad hahahhaha."
I covered my face and opened my locker, focusing on not letting tears slip. It felt like my entire being was being ripped about and burned.
I slammed the locker door with a little too much force than I intended and accidentally caused myself more attention.
My body shook as I slid into my seat at the back of the class, keeping my head down. At least the teachers didn't nitpick, right? I brought out my notebook as the teacher started talking and started drawing.
After that class ended, I walked out and felt someone grab my arm, causing me to stop and look back. It was a girl, shorter than me and her eyes were glued to her shoes. "H-Hey um, I-I heard about your mom-" she looked up with soft eyes and I scoffed. "And?" I questioned. "I-I'm Sorry she did that..." she finished, letting go of my arm. I started walking away and she had to jog to keep up. "It's fine," I said coldly, side glancing her and she frowned. "It's not like you caused that anyway. My father's just a scumbag." (Endeavor haters, where are you? Lol) "I-" she started but I put my hand up. "Don't waste your breath and stop talking to me, you'll just lose your reputation," I said even though it hurt.
She grabbed my hand and I looked down. She was looking up at me with a sheepish smile. "I'd rather lose my reputation than a friend," she said and I looked her in the eyes. How am I a friend? She just met me. Is she really that fucking naive?
I sighed as I looked ahead and tightened my grip on her hand, but frowned as I heard all the whispers around us.
"Is she really comforting him?!"
"A freak like him doesn't deserve love."
"All freaks must converse together or something."
"I always thought she was weird."
"Hey Trevor, no wonder his mother killed herself."
I bit my lip at the last one and my posture faltered. The girl growled and stepped up to the guy who said it, letting go of my hand.
"Who are you to talk like that to someone who just lost his mom!" She snapped and he laughed. "And who are you to yell at the student council?" He retorted and she shoved him in the chest. "You're no fucking student council if you depend on bulling other kids just to look cool!" She said with venom in her voice and the boy scowled. I gripped her shoulder and started to pull her back but she wouldn't budge so I leaned down and whispered in her ear: "we're just attracting more attention to ourself. Lets go." She jerked away. "Not until this asshole apologizes. Cuz I don't know what's going on in your life but students here do not deserve to bear your wrath!" She growled, her eyes narrowing. She may be small but she's intimidating. The boy narrowed his eyes then huffed. "I don't have time for freaks like you," he said and started walking away. I looked around to see everyone who had heard eyes on us. "Annabell," I said and she looked up at her name. She huffed. "Fine." She started walking away and I followed her. It's too late to get her to leave me alone. The damage is done.
I sighed as I walked to the courtyard after class (he's 15 btw). How could my life shatter in just two weeks? I started to fiddle with my short braid. I sat down on a bench and leaned back... then broke down.
The next couple years, I became cold and distant to everyone, even to those who tried and sympathize with me... except Annabell, since I could count on her to be the one not the leave. Considering that she went through the same thing after I turned 16.
She ran up to me crying. We were in the middle of the park underneath a tree. I put my arms out and she hugged me tightly, crying into my shoulder. "It's alright," I tried and calm her but to no avail. "He died, Alec!" She cried and I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. "He's definitely in a better place now- I'm part demon and I can tell when ever a new person enters Hell. He never did," I assured her and she pulled away and looked up at me. I cupped her cheeks and gave her a small smile. "Now stop the crying," I said and wiped her tears away with my thumbs. "Better now?" I asked and she nodded. Her father had died of old age just last night and it had broke something inside her she had probably been shielding for a long time. And her mother basically neglects her so she's left to fend for herself at home. The only thing her mother does is make sure that there's food and drinks in the house.
"H-Hey um, I've been thinking about this for a while now and I think I like you," she said, cringing at herself and I couldn't help but start laughing. She raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Haven't you noticed? I'm gay, Annabell," I said and her eyes widened and she covered her mouth. "Oh my god I'm sorry!" She blurted and I laughed. "It's fine, it's fine." She looked down with red cheeks and I pulled her close only to kiss her forehead and back off. Her face flushed even more and she squeaked.
"Let's go get some ice cream, my treat," I offered, starting to walk off and looking back at Anna. "Hold up!" She called and hurried after me.
