The Truth Hurts

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3rd

Tyler was a very unusual child. He didn't enjoy the things that other kids did. It's like he was his own species. As if he was born and lived the first few years of his life on another planet, then was dropped here.

But he wasn't. He was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio. He was just like any other human, cursed with being forced to speak the truth. No matter what you do, the truth comes out. Always.

Tyler doesn't like that. He doesn't like the fact that he's forced to speak what's on his mind. It's his brain and his thoughts to be left to himself, not others. So he keeps his mouth shut. You can't be forced to say anything if you don't say anything in the first place. That's what he lives by.

He headed into school on a certain day where everything changed. It was the first day of senior year. The last year of any school. He's determined not to go to college. As important as it may seem, there's no way he's going through more hell if he has a choice.

"Hey! Joseph!" Tyler heard his worst nightmare call.

And there he was, Pete Wentz just striding up to him.

"Why do you still come here? You never talk. You're practically useless," Pete says as he corners Tyler.

"Because I have to get an education. It's the law, idiot." That's what Tyler wanted to say, it's the truth. The truth he can't and won't speak.

So he just keeps his mouth shut.

Pete laughs and pins him up against a the wall and gives Tyler a nasty look. "When will you realize that you're not wanted here. Hurry up and get so common sense, dipshit."

Pete slams him against the wall until a kind gentle voice comes up behind him. "Pete, stop that."

It was Patrick, the one kind kid out of the group. All of them have fallen. Fallen out of society, fallen out of the world in general. But they don't care. They take their pain out in Tyler. All except Patrick Stump.

"Go away, Patrick. I need to teach this mute idiot a lesson."

Patrick grabs his shoulder. "Please. Come on. Let's just go meet up with Andy and Joe."

Pete sighs. "Fine. But just this once. I'll be back for you, mute head."

Tyler's vision is blinded by his own tears that threaten as he watches the pair walk away. It's so blurry that he doesn't even notice an unfamiliar patch of red hair walk by him.

Soon enough, Tyler clears his vision by letting the tears roll and quickly wiped his tear stained cheeks. He walks to his locker with his head down and shoulders slumped forward. The brown haired boy's main goal is to be as unnoticeable as possible.

The silent boy finally gets to his locker and opens it. Slowly, he puts his things in his locker and makes sure everything is in the right place. Then he shuts it and puts his back pack on top of his locker.

"One year to go," he thinks.

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Tyler made it to class and sat in the back of the room. Again, he really doesn't want people to notice him. He doesn't need any more stress and trouble than what he already has. Trust me, he has quite enough.

His first class was Algebra. It's his least favorite class because he's never been really good at math. He's always had a lower grade than what he'd like to have. But, he has to do it, otherwise he won't do well in the real world.

"Okay, you young farts. Let's get today done and over with so I can go home and watch some Law and Order," the teacher began.

Tyler felt bad for the teachers. They had no choice in hiding what they say. They have to speak. But he also felt hate for how rude they felt towards the students.

"Tyler! What's the answer," the teacher called, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Tyler looked at the board and tried to come with a close answer. Truth is, he had no clue. So when he tried to say 'eighty-seven', it came out as, "I don't know, sir."

The whole class laughed and the teacher sighed. "This is why you pay attention and don't day dream. You wonder why your grade is so low."

Tyler sighed as he continued to doodle on his page. He couldn't wait for this class to be over.

Luckily, soon enough, it was. The bell rang and was out of the class as fast as a bullet is out of a gun.

His next class was theatre. It's not that hard for him. When you're focused on reading and acting, you don't really care what comes out of your mouth, as long as it's your lines.

As he was rushing down the hallway, with his head still hanging low, he accidentally ran into somebody.

Since he was still on edge from this morning and the class he was just in, he immediately broke and curled into a ball on the ground. "P-please...don't hurt me," he begged, thinking it was Pete.

"I'm not gonna harm you," Tyler heard the unfamiliar voice say and slowly stood up. After the debate in his brain, he finally looked at the red haired boy in front of him.

"S-sorry," Tyler stuttered.

The new boy's eyes staid open and his mouth slightly agape. He stared at Tyler with awe, making the brown haired boy quite uncomfortable.

"I have to go." Tyler sped down the hall to his next class right before the bell rang.

He luckily made it in time and sat in the theatre waiting for the instructor to start. But in the mean time, he wondered who the unfamiliar boy with the red hair was. And why was he looking at Tyler with such amazement?

All these questions, and not one answer.

(A/N)

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