My Savior (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Nico's POV

I spent the walk to school the next morning freaking out about the events of last night. I barely got any sleep due to thoughts of what would happen on Saturday.

What if he saw me and recognized me?

What if I disgusted him?

What if he showed me up?

What if he thought I was ugly?

What if he didn't like me in person?

What if, what if, what if?

During my inner monologue, I neglected to realize that I was walking straight into someone.

I grunted as I collided with the figure.

"Watch where you're going, emo!" I looked up to find Ryan Michaelson, my main school tormentor, yelling down to me.

He had longish greasy brown hair that was piled messily on top of his ugly fat face. He had a corpulent body and was about 10 inches taller than I.

"Whatever," I muttered looking down.

"What did you say to me, you fag?!" He said, shoving me hard enough to stumble into a body walking by.

Luckily for me, said person caught me before I fell on my butt. Unluckily for me, none other than Percy Jackson was the one who was currently grasping my arms. My cheeks immediately flushed.

"Hey," came his majestically deep voice. "It's Nico, right?"

I almost died. He knew my name!

"Uh, yeah. Thanks, Percy." I muttered.

"Hey," he said, causing my gaze to go from my black converse to his face. "Don't listen to them. They're only saying those things so they can feel better about themselves." He told me seriously.

"Yeah." I whispered, ecstatic. He was taking my side. "Thanks,"

"No problem." He said, giving me an ward winning smile that nearly made me melt.

After he steadied me, he let me go and continued off down the hall, yelling "Catch you later!" over his shoulder.

My heart jumped when he said that. He wanted to see me again!

I walked towards my locker and the nervousness hit me again like a ton of bricks.

Seaweed Brain wants to meet me. At the dance. On Saturday. I don't have anything to wear. Maybe I just shouldn't go. No. I can't stand him up. And I can't lie to him. I just had to suck it up and go.

"Hey, Nico," My best and only friend, Jason Grace walked over.

Jason was practically the epitome of jock for the juniors. He had close cropped blonde hair and electric blue eyes. He was at least a head taller than me, but I'm used to it. I'm short for being 14.

And yes, I'm 14. I'm the youngest sophomore in Goode High, my birthday being on December 29.

Anyway, Jason was attractive but I wasn't attracted to him. He wasn't my type.

"What's up? You look tense." He commented.

"He wants to meet me in person at the dance."

"Well, that's great, isn't it? You get to meet your internet boyfriend!" He smiled.

"Shhhh! And no. It's not good. Not only do I not have anything to wear but what if he sees me and doesn't like me? What if he recognizes me and decides I'm not good enough for him? What if he-?"

"Nico!" Jason interrupted me. "That's not going to happen. He knows you. He knows you like I know you and he would be stupid not to like you. Plus, you never know what could happen. Something amazing could come out of this."

"Yeah, yeah okay. But I still have nothing to wear."

"Then I'll help you find something. This Saturday you're going to have the best night of your life."

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The rest of the school day went by fairly uneventfully. Jason followed me home to help me find something to wear for the dance.

He is the only person that has been to my house because he is the only one who knows about what goes on in my house.

After both my mother and Hazel's mother died, my father went slightly off of the deep end.

He started drinking, blaming Hazel and I for our mothers' deaths. He started by verbally abusing us and, within a year, that escalated to physical abuse. Though he beats me more, Hazel still has to deal with all of this shit, and I hate that.

After Jason spent an hour over my house we were finally able to find something for me to wear to the dance.

I was about to tell Jason he should get going when I heard the front door opening and shuffling in the front of the house.

"Nico!" My dad's voice came from the front hall.

"Shit!" I cursed, terrified. "You aren't supposed to be here!"

"What happens if I am?" Jason asked, equally terrified.

"Bad things." I replied.

"NICO!" His voice rang out angrily. "Get out here!"

"Okay!" I yelled back. "Jason, follow me." I whispered back to Jason.

We walked out into my kitchen where my father was standing with his arms crossed. He wiped the glare off of his face the second he saw Jason.

"Nico," he said my name calmly but I knew that there was underlying rage at the fact that Jason was here. "Who is this?"

"Dad, this is Jason, my friend from school. We were just- uh, working on a history project together. He was just leaving."

"Yes, he must leave. We have other activities to attend to." He said and I knew what was coming.

"Alright. Goodbye, Nico. Nice to meet you Mr. di Angelo." Jason bid us goodbye before letting himself out.

I risked a glance at my father and immediately regretted it. He was glaring coldly at me. His eyes were emotionless black pits. They matched mine when I was angry.

"What was that boy doing here? you know you're not allowed to have people over without my permission." He said coldly, slowly advancing on me.

"I know. I'm sorry." I whimpered.

"You're an idiot. You're stupid." He said, still creeping forward. "You're a disgrace and a pathetic, little dumbass that doesn't know how to follow rules." He backhanded me across the face. I stumbled backward but he kept coming.

He slammed me into the wall before punching me in the face. Tears were gathering in my eyes.

"You're worthless scum. A pathetic excuse for a son. No one cares about you." He punched me in the gut, knocking the wind out of me. He let me fall to the floor.

"No one will ever care about you." He said firmly as he swiftly kicked every inch of skin he could find.

I had gotten used to the constant beatings and pain but his words struck me every time. He had been calling me these things and worse ever since my mom died and after taking it for a year, I started cutting. I now cut at least three time a week. The only things that keep me from killing myself are Hazel, Jason, and Seaweed Brain.

I can't leave Hazel alone with my dad, Jason would kill me if I committed suicide, and Seaweed Brain, he's worth living for.

So when my father beat me and told me these things, called me these names, I thought of what they would tell me, and though I didn't believe it, it still soothed me.

Finally, he picked me up and threw me down the hall to my room. "Get the fuck out of my sight, you piece of trash." He demanded, turning and stalking away.

I slowly picked myself up off the ground and dragged myself into my room, plopping myself on my bed and crying myself to sleep.