Our Blue (Love story)

Or so I thought

October 5th

I

.. thought my eyes deceived me.

Jason Boyard? Hanging all alone? On the roof at that, I wonder what's wrong with him.

I usually come up to eat lunch or skip classes, and sometimes contemplate about things that'll never happen because my life span is coming to an end.

Of course, not because of some rare disease, or some blood thirsty murderer...

On New Years, in a few months, I'll kill myself.

New year, new me? Right?

I tried to walk quietly, but all the trash on the roof made it hard to do that.

"Who's there?" He softly whispered, I could hear the fear in his voice, perhaps he didn't want to be discovered.

He turned around, his eyes landing on me, my heart dropped.

"Sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be up here." I said, as equally fearful, no one here really likes me simply because my family is poor, but they make up excuses like 'I'm weird' even though I've been silent my whole highschool career.

He looked to the ground, his hands in his jacket pockets.

Jason is the quarterback for our schools football team, though he looked a bit sad right now.

Everyone adores him, so why does he have the same amount of pain planted on his face as me? Did he fail to catch the ball?

"Why are you up here?" He asks, his grey-ish green eyes boring into mine, he said it in an annoyed tone, but honestly I should be the one annoyed!

Yeah, he totally just barged into my spot, I was here first.

"I've been coming up here for a while." I retort, I admit I stuttered a bit but only because he's so intimidating.

"Yeah, whatever... Why is your arm behind your back? A gun?" He suspiciously asks, referring to my left arm planted behind my back.

There's not exactly a reason to lie other than the rumors he may spread.

I press my lips together, letting him know he's not getting a word out of me.

He sighed, I guess he came to terms with it, he started to walk away.

"You're not answering me." He sternly says, walking towards me.

Oh... Oh! He's walking towards me! Not the exit!

"Leave me alone, it's really none of your business, you'll just make fun of me." I stutter, stepping back seeing as he was coming closer.

I slipped on a piece of trash, landing on my bottom.

'Ow..'

"We aren't children, whatever it is I doubt I'll even remember it." He says a bit unsure, wait why does he sound unsure!?

He squatted down infront of me, looking into my eyes which were planted on the ground before grabbing my arm, examining it with both arms, I could see his triceps.

"What are these purple spots?" He asked, as he looked at me with a brow raised.

'Whatever, it doesn't matter what rumors he spread, practically everyone knows my home life is the worst thanks to a certain blonde.'

"Bruises." I say nonchalantly, I just don't care anymore.

"From?" He asks, I could see he already had an idea of what it was, but nonetheless I responded truthfully.