Signs Of The Past

Chapter 4 - Trust is poison

"Common (Y/n), you always say that you don't have time or that you're busy." Wesley groaned as he asked me yet again to go on a date with him.

"Ok, is it better when I say that I'm not interested and I would rather be alone at home?" I asked smirking innocently and gathered my Books.

"Rude, (L/n)."

I chuckled at his answer and closed my locker.

"But seriously, could you at least think about it?"

My eyes scanned his features. His deep brown eyes were fixated on mine which grew bigger and bigger, just like the eyes of some dog who was begging for the crumpets of my table.

"Let me think about it...." I pretended to be deep in thoughts for a second before a smile took place on my lips "....No."
I then began to walk down the halls.

Wesely groaned and followed me. He didn't ask me again this time, but I knew him to damn well. He would try it tomorrow again. That idiot. Every No means Yes and get lost means I'm yours. Pathetic, really.

Soon the other boys joined his side as he still followed me like a lost puppy. I didn't waste a single second to give him any attention. That is why I took my Book out and started to read on my way to the class. Bad decision though, because I instantly bumped into somebody, and that somebody happens to be Michael.

He groaned as he held his head in his hands. My eyes first looked around me before I noticed the poor boy on the ground. The laughs of Wesely's monkeys filled the air and the other kids started to gossip as they threw mean glances at Michael.

"Omg Michael, I am so sorry!" I said and offered my hand to him, which he gladly accepted. With a swift pull I managed to get him up onto his two feets and I instantly began to dust his clothes of.

"I-Its o-ok." Michael stuttered as he brushed my hands off carefully and with the biggest blush I've ever seen.

"I-Its o-ok. Speak properly, idiot." Wesely mocked him behind me and received a nasty glare from me.

"Shut your fucking mouth", I hissed under my breath as I looked at him. Wesely simply rolled his eyes at me, he wasn't sorry at all for saying that.

"I will see you around Mikey, yea?", I said smiling at him. I didn't want Wesely to add more fuel into the fire, that was surely starting to burst inside Michael. He was a pain in the ads today and Michael shouldn't be in vein because of it.

"O-ok", He answered looking down to his fingers and started to play with them.

" See your around, Mikey~" ,Wesley's gang sang out mocking the name that I gave Michael, before they followed me. I sigh escaped my lips, I wished that I could help him, he doesn't deserve such treatment at all.

I finally reached my class and sat down on the same chair at the (front/back/centre) of the class. In my opinion it was the best seat, which is why I already reserved it for me, myself and I. And for Michael....if he decided to show up today.

"I forgot something in my locker, be right back." Wesley announced and nodded towards his boys before he left the class. Three others decided to follow their "leader", which left me confused. I decided to ignore it though.

Michael POV

My Hands gripped the handle of the door which lead to the male bathroom. A tired and disappointed sigh escaped my lips as I reached the sink. I turned the water on, splashing some ice cold water to my face. It happened again. I yet embarrassed myself in front of my crush again. Wesley made it even worse and she'd probably never talk to me again, or if she does, then out of pity.

An angry groan came from my mouth as I pulled on my dirty blonde hair. I was a failure. A disappointment. Everyone says it. Maybe even (Y/n) says that behind my back? Sparing me from any suicidal thoughts? No, she would never do that. She's better than that. That's why I fell for her in the first place, because she was different.

A punch to the side of my face instantly pulled me out of my thoughts and my face landed straight to the ground. My eyes looked at the attacker and of course it was that disgusting weasel again.

"GET UP MYERS!" He screamed down to me, kicking into my ribs and my stomach, which caused me to cough uncontrollably.

One of the boys pulled me up by the arms and held me in place. I tried to struggle, but there was no use. I had to mentally and physically prepare for the beating again. Wesely crouched down to my level and pulled my dirty blonde hair up, so that I was facing his ugly face.

"I want you to look at me when I beat the shit out of you, Myers. I want you to remember my face. I want to be the nightmare who hunts you in your dreams." He said smirking and stood up.
"I'm going to enjoy this."

That's when I felt it. A kick right to my face. A loud crunch was heared and red warm liquid ran down my nose to my lips. I could taste the iron from the blood that slowly entered my mouth. The worst thing about it was the fact that it didn't hurt, I was used to it. I don't think that anything he would do or say could hurt me, oh how wrong I was.

"You know..." He started to say as he looked down to his bloody shoes which got cleaned by one of his minions "...(Y/n) is a good fucking actor."

"What do you mean." I asked under my breath as I looked up to him with pure hatred.

"Oh? You don't know?" He asked, pretending to be in shock as he looked at his boys who started to laugh.

"Poor Boy."

"He didn't notice it?"

"What a loser."

"STOP THE CHATTING AND TELL ME!" I roared and managed to silent them all.

"She never liked you in the first place." The boy said behind me as he tighten his grib on my arms.

"How would you know?"

"Because we made a bet."

My breath got caught in my throat as my eyes widden. They were lying. They were just messing with my head that's all. (Y/n) was different.

"Common Myers, did you really think that anyone would like someone like you?" Wesley asked with disgust at the end and kicked into my face again which send me to the cold ground.
"If you really believed that, then you must be dumber than I thought you were."

Another kick to my stomach.

"You're pathetic Myers."

Another kick.

"No one will ever love you."

Another kick and another and another and another and another. It felt like they would never stop. I received kicks from all sides while laughter filled the air. It felt like I was dying. Dying of a broken heart.
They suddenly stopped and Wesley inspected my face. I could see through my dirty blonde hair, which was covering my face, his cruel smile.

"I will tell her, that she won the bet. Don't worry, she won't spend another second on your pathetic ass."

He nodded towards his minions and left the room without saying another word. I grabbed my sides and felt some pain, but the most painful organ was my heart that was arching. It felt like it got ripped out of my chest and was slowly bleeding out. A single tear escapes my eyes as the face of (Y/n) clouds my mind. Her beautiful smile that she threw my way. It was all a lie. Another tear rolled down my cheeks and quiet whimpers escaped my lips as I hugged myself and let the tears out. I was truly broken. I crawled towards a stall and got inside. I locked the door and sat against it as my silent cries filled the bathroom.
Trust has its good and bad sides. But the trust between me and my crush was truly poisoned by Wesley.