Jealous | Tommyinnit angst

54 ➪ Dead Weight.

Tommy took so long getting ready today, much longer then yesterday... God it's only Tuesday. "TOMMY COME ON!!" I yelled from the front door, Karl standing next to me on his phone.

"OK OK ONE SECOND I JUST-" I then heard a loud groan of frustration. What is he doing??

He came stomping down, "Dont rush me!!" He whined.

I laughed, "We are gonna be late!!" We walked out the door.

Once we made it to school, Tommy looked wary. He kept looking around anxiously, walking slower then usual and next to me.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah i'm fine.. Why do you keep asking that." He said, hiding something.

"Because! Yesterday you were off, you've barely talked to me, AND right now! You look like you're hiding from someone? Is someone hurting you??" I stammered, stopping us from going into the school.

"I'm fine! I don't wanna talk about it, Ok?" Tommy then walked off and into school, what's going on..?

For the first two periods all I could do was worry for Tommy, what was up with that. He went quiet when I mentioned Purpled, maybe I should ask him about it. Hopefully he isn't doing anything to Tommy. I'll beat the shit out of him.

Once break came around I walked through the halls, seeing Purpled at his locker. "Hey!" I waved and walked over.

"Oh hi, Wilbur." He smiled, slamming his locker roughly. He's strong.

"So aggressive." I laughed.

"Yeah.. I've had a shit morning." He rolled his eyes, I noticed a bruise on his face. It looks like a slap mark.

"What happened?" I tilted my head like a dog, scratching my head.

"Parents." He was so straightforward, I would never have the guts.

"Oh- I.. I'm so sorry. I went through the same, it got a little better.." I mumbled.

"It's whatever, it's just my drunk ass dad. I don't care for him. What happened with you?" He asked.

"Uhm.. I- my brother would get abused a lot.. I would get mentally abused. Then he left and my dad started abusing me more. Eventually I moved out." I explained, gosh that's a lot. I bit on my lip anxiously, feeling he might have it worse.

"That sucks.. Glad you're out though." He grinned, turning around to walk. The bell rang and everyone scurried to their classes.

"Aren't we gonna be late?" I walked with him.

"Who cares. I have to wait for someone anyways." He stood against a locker, checking in a certain direction.

"Oh. I skipped fifth period yesterday. What do you need from them?" try to start a conversation, Wilbur...

"Why'd you skip?" He looked at me.

"Uh- One, because it's history." I laughed, "Two, I wanted to smoke." I just straight up told him that- God.

I mentally slapped myself, scared for his reaction.