We had been at Spark's place for three days now and Caleb had moved in with his 'buddy' Isahiah until he could afford his own place. Grayson, as promised, stayed with Spark and I. Today we were retrieving his belongings from The House.
I snuck into the room Spark and I shared where Spark was snoozing. Quietly I filled a bucket of cold water and dumped it on his head. I retreated into the living room as I heard curses being shouted. "SKYE! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He yelled, dashing into the living room. I ran into the the halls and was pursued by my fast friend. When he quickly caught up to me I was thrown over his shoulder carelessly, and noticed something hilarious.
"spark. . . " I giggled.
"oh God, what?" He asked, scared.
"Look at what you're wearing, dumbass," I laughed.
He looked down and ran into his apartment, flinging me onto the floor on his way to change out of his Batman boxers.
"Well thanks," I muttered as I rubbed my back that had hit against the ground.
He returned in purple skinny jeans with a Jack Skellington belt and a My Chemical Romance t-shirt. Sitting on the ground beside me, Spark twirled my hair. I layed my head on his shoulder as we waited for Grayson to finish getting ready.
"Why won't you throw water on him to wake him up?!" Spark protested.
"Well, he's my brother. I wouldn't do that!" I teased.
Spark pouted petulantly, "I see how it is!"
I nodded and patted his head before standing up and dragging him across the floor.
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After successfully retrieving Grayson's clothes and stuff from the house of horror, we laid around the house all day eating junk food.
The next day, we had to go to school. It was a nightmare, as per usual. I walked into Gym class discovering we had Free Day to do whatever we wanted. There were groups of girls scattered around. Some were practicing for the talent show, some gossiping, and some just being whores. The twins, Emily and Chris Gothard, were playing basketball against Kasey, Kerstin, and Coach Reba. Of course, Em and Chris were losing terribly. Coach Reba was the best basketball player in the county. Our three other teachers were spectating three girls Mia, Jessica, and Sammi playing volleyball.
Our Teacher-In-Training, Mr. Nathan (AKA The Firebird Nathan), was challenging the students to a game of human hurdles. I sat there sketching, and waiting for Spark to come save me. Finally the slow poke arrived, plopping down beside me on the bleachers.
"Sorry, I'm late. But I brought Skittles!" He chirped.
"Skittles! You shouldn't have!" I smiled evilly. He knows I get hyper off Skittles. I go crazy.
"Yeah, I know you go all 'Psychomaniac' on me when I bring skittles but its nice every once and awhile," He explained.
"Thanks," I mumbled, my mouth full of yummy candy. He nodded and pulled me into the hall. "Uhm, there's that thing at the diner this weekend," Spark began uncomfortably, "I wanted to see if---"
"You emo faggots, get out of my way before I lose my lunch!" The football star quarterback, Emerette, pushed the two of us into the big blue lockers.
I looked over at Spark who looked pretty pissed.
"Look, I know he's a jerk, but he's not worth it. Just let it go, Please?" I pleaded him, not wanting him to get hurt. Emerette jeered at me being protective a few times. Spark looked extremely dangerous. I was almost scared of him. He looked at me, his jaw set. As soon as he saw my face, full of worry and slight fear, his face softened and he hugged me tightly.
"I will never hurt you," He whispered into my ear sadly as Emerette stalked off to find another target to bully.
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Spark had detention, for God knows what reason, and Gray was at a friends house to work on a science project, so I was walking back to the apartment alone. I used a commonly taken shortcut through an alley way. It was usually safe until after dark. I had a few hours.
"You emo, I thought I said I didn't want to see you in my way again?" A voice called from the darkened shadows further into the alley. I was about halfway through already. My body froze and my heart nearly stopped. Emerette was in this alley, and I was alone. No amount of anger or years of post-bullying stress could help me win a fight against him.
He backed me up against the wall and punched me hard in the stomach. I called out in pain but there was no one on the street close enough to hear. He punched me in the face several times after I attempted to make a run for it. Then everything went black.
