Chapter 5

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At home I sat staring at my screen, entering for a chance to win a FNAF event ticket through one of those Cheez-It boxes. I figured it was worth the 2 minutes.

Once I entered my phone buzzed. It was a number I didn't recognize.

"Hey, what's up with you? You're acting weird lately"

I scanned it and wondered who it was.

"who r u" I typed and sent.

"a guy u may know. Why r u always giving me glares?"

The flashbacks of him flew by my mind. I didn't text back after that. My heart ached to let him know the truth, but I didn't want to in fear he would fool me again.

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The next day at school I walked in with Zoe.

"So... I managed to tell my parents. Just what I feared. They totally freaked out and sobbed and cried and called the police and the school... They insisted I stay in bed with them last night. Then they yelled at me for not telling them earlier. Then they cried for me and hugged me. Then they started whispering behind my back. I think they're bipolar or something."

I let out a small giggle and sympathetically smiled at her. Once we turned the corner, I saw Trevor surrounded by a gang of huge seniors. Zoe kept walking while I froze.

Trevor was crying.

Oh my god...

"Hey, FNAF Ass, why don't you go get your animatronic friends? Maybe they can help you."

Trevor glared at them, trying to fend them off.

"Stop," he whispered.

"Look who's talking! Did he finally learn proper grammar?" a different senior said as he noticed the argument. "Quit picking on him."

"I'm surprised you can move your face with all the dried boogers on your face," the leader smirked at him.

I walked over there and adrenaline kicked in from pure rage. Before i could think, my hand got a mind of its own and was flying through the air. It was a satisfying feeling as it came into contact with the guys face.

Zoe's mouth hung open as she realized I was slapping someone.

"Get the frick out of here, jackass!" I yelled at the leader. "All your little cronies, too. If you're too pathetic to go have a normal conversation with a friend, which you probably don't have, go suck your thumb and whine where I don't have to look at your face!"

The guy just glared, not being able to come up with a comeback. They all walked away with a wave of his hand. I covered my mouth as I realized I just heroically stood up... For Trevor.

Oh crap.

A single tear streaked Trevor's face as he stared at the ground in embarrassment. The other senior who stepped in smiled at me then walked away.

"A-... Are you okay?" I quietly asked the ground.

"Y-Yea..." he replied. "um... I really need to talk to you."

I immediately blushed for no reason. At least I can't explain it.

"maybe... You can... Another time."

His eyes were pleading. "OK... "

With that he took his books off the ground where they had been slapped away from his hands and walked off.

My heart told me I did something wrong. But how could I trust him?! My friend's happiness was on the line.

I walked to class, and the only thing on my mind was Trevor.

In homeroom my phone buzzed and I glanced.

"hey baaaaabe wanna do stuff at my house :P? I know your school I'm with you"

It was once again a number I didn't recognize. I texted back.

"b*tch stay away from me" I typed and sent.

There were so many things on my mind that day.

What should I do about Trevor? Is he still my crush? Or is he my enemy? What's the deal with those holes picking on him? Who the hell texted me? Is Zoe going to be ok? Who the crap raped her?!

I am so confused...

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