Chapter 1
I was new to highschool, just starting a new school, not knowing anyone, or how it was runned. I seemed to be a pretty fragile male. 5'5, skinny, pale, and black hair. Imagine that. I didn't really fit in well with anyone. And being the new kid made it ten times worse.
People always gave me dirty looks, and I could ignore it. No big deal is what I would tell my self. What? A few people don't like me? Less people to worry about.
I wasn't the friendly type, which meant it was even harder to make friends. I wasn't planning on making friends anyway. Friends just got in the way. And now of days, every one is fake, and you should trust no one.
I moved to this new school after my parents separated. My mother wanted to leave, so she walked out, and me and my father left. I wanted to be with my mother more, because my father was an alcoholic and would do things he shouldn't do to a teenager when he was drunk. Hint hint.
I was an only child, so that meant me and my father, in the house, alone. I had a phone, but it was old and I couldn't call anyone. I wasn't allowed to leave the house either, other than go to school and to get my father cigarettes, so I had to use his ID for cigarettes and alcohol. I wasn't comfortable doing it, but anything to get me from being abused again.
I had a few cuts and bruises here and there, but nothing to the point where people would ask what happened. Though it for worse every day. I started wearing long sleeve shirts because of my father and the things he did, along with long pants. I hated shorts anyway.
You may wonder why he's doing these things. Well after I came out as a bisexual, things changed. He called me a perv, sick, a failure, but my mother was more accepting. She just wasn't ready for children and never intended on having kids. She finally gave up, and tried her hardest to stay.
I went to school every day, like everyone else. I'd sit alone at lunch, be that one weird kid in the back, never participate in sports related activities, stuff like that. I was bullied a lot by the older kids, and the "jocks" as they like to be called. They called me weak and fragile, and the coach did nothing to stop them, but agreed with them which was bullshit.
"You see him?" "Oh yeah, he's that one weak kid." "You mean emo dude?" "I don't think he's emo." "He's looks like it." Everyone whispered to each other, though I could hear every word. I was like the talk of the school for some reason. "The loner boy" was my nickname, until one strange guy actually spoke to me.
It was maybe a month later until someone talked to me. I could tell me was much older, didn't seem to be in the same grade level, oh-ho-ho but he was. He got held back twice for grades, because of not focusing on his work. Which was odd, cause its not that hard to do, but maybe it was important. He said his name was Eric. He was tall, muscular, athletic, and seemed to be the hotty of the school, and I would see why.
His dark brown hair and green eyes were charming, along with his perfect chiseled jaw line. If you touched it, it was like you could get cut. His abs would normally show through his simple t-shirt and he normally would wear long black pants with Adidas.
He was the opposite of me. The total package. Was I already crushing? Hopefully not, I didn't even know the guy that well.
We started talking after school, on the way home. I'd have to tell him to drop me off at a bus stop cause I didn't want my dad to see me with another male. So he did, and went along his way.
