Why me? (bxb) {Editing}

Chapter One

I let out a heavy sigh as I walked out of the nurse's office for the fifth time this week. I hated it here and the way they treated me. No one deserved to be treated the way they treated me. For some reason I felt like I was targeted maybe because I did not have much of a social life and the only people who liked me were the teachers. At least that was how I felt but I think it was clear no one liked me, the bruises on my body proved that.

I lost count of how many bruises they were and what was worse was that they left scars. Huge, clear and disgusting scars. So it was hard not to think about how horrible my life was when I had constant reminders marked on my body. I made it to the school gate and a familiar car pulled up right in front of me.

"Come on, get in, I'll drive you to work." Noah, my best friend, called.

I smiled as I opened the car door and got in the car. Being around him always made my mood slightly better maybe it was because he was my only friend or the only person who actually cared about me. Whatever the reason he made me happy, I was glad I had him. Now I know most people would be wondering: If you have him in your life then why are you still getting bullied? Well, Noah was in a private school whilst I was in a public one so he knew nothing about my school life. Honestly, I liked it that way. I never liked stressing him out.

"Hey." I greeted him.

"Hey, I got you doughnuts, I thought you might be hungry." He stated, handing me a box of doughnuts!

I loved doughnuts! One could say I loved them enough to marry them but I have a feeling that would not be a healthy relationship. Noah calls it an obsession but I thought that was absurd and a bit of an overstatement. It was perfectly fine for someone to want to eat, breath and marry doughnuts. 

"I love you!" I exclaimed, grabbing the box of doughnuts and started eating them.

"Who doesn't?" He grinned with so much confidence it made me roll my eyes, he then started to drive. "What happened to your face...did someone hurt you?" He asked, stopping the car when the traffic light turned red.

"What? Who? No. I bumped into a door...again. You know how clumsy I am." I chuckled nervously, shoving more doughnuts in my mouth.

"Are you sure? If someone hurts you...you'd tell me, right?" He asked driving, when the light turned green.

I knew he did not believe me but I also knew he would not force the answer out of me. He usually waited for me to get comfortable and tell him what was going on. Unfortunately for him I never would get comfortable enough to tell him that I was getting bullied not because of pride but because I did not want to be a burden and that was why I did not tell him the truth. It's bad enough he practically takes care of me most of the time.

"Yes." I replied.

"Okay." He smiled stopping in front of the diner I work at. "I'll pick you up after your shift," he smiled, showcasing his dimples.

"Okay, thanks, William." I said getting out of the car.

His name was Noah but I called him William because that was the name he grew up with but when he started high school people started calling him Noah then there was the fact that the parents who adopted him named him that, I did not like his new name much. So I kept calling him William.

He was the only family I had, literally. We met at a orphanage ages ago, we were roommates. He got adopted first, by a wealthy family but still kept in touch.

Eventually I got adopted too though I was not fortunate enough to get guardians who care about me much. They adopted me expecting a perfect son from three year old me, I guess they realized I was not what they were looking for because they later disowned me when I told them I was gay so I was forced to make myself some money and find an apartment at the age of 16 because foster care was definitely not a option. I was lucky my ex-parents did not report me.