Caplet (boyxboy)

Chapter Two - Homophobes and happy pills

Chapter Two

Homophobes and happy pills

I walked to my third period class, which was music technology. When I walked in I wasn't surprised to see a substitute, as there's usually one every few classes.

I took my seat in a swivel chair that sat in front of a computer in the back, a keyboard piano connected it.

By the time the bell rang the sub told everyone we were watching a movie on the history of music sequencers which effectively had me placing my head on the table, glad the piano was off.

I jumped as the bell went off. Blinking my eyes several times I got up and headed out of the class, wiping away any sign that I had previously been sleeping. I let out a groan as I was pushed into the door of the music room. Looking up I saw Nelson Decker. God this kid hated me with a passion. His father was deeply religious, a trait that had obviously been instilled in his son. Nelson looked down at me with a smirk as he noticed the short wince form me as I moved my shoulder.

"Watch where you're going, fairy."

"You know, I really love that nickname. Real cute, Nelly."

Nelson glared, his fist wrapping around the fabric of my shirt collar. I quickly scanned the area around us, realizing that most of the students had run off to class, only a few watched us. They were probably waiting for Nelson to hit me like he usually does.

Give him time guys, by now you should know he has a routine. I thought to myself.

"Uh, I've got a class I'm going to be late for. So if you could just skip to the hitting so I can get going...that'd be great." I told him.

He pushed be against the door, his knuckled slamming into my throat as they were still attached to my collar. I choked slightly, a strangled noise coming from my throat. "You're disgusting, you'll burn in hell."

"Wow, Nels, a real original religious statement." I said.

Nelson's glare hardened and I wondered why I even open my mouth sometimes. I didn't have time to think about it too much since Nelsons fist slammed into my stomach. He did it a few more times before releasing his grip on me, letting me slide to the floor with a groan. "Trash." He muttered before trying and walking away.

I used the wall to stand up, holding my stomach with my free hand. I glanced up at the students who still lurked around the scene. "Model citizens you guys are. Oh, no. Don't help out the kid who just go repeatedly punched. I wouldn't want you guys to strain yourselves."

Some of the girls walked away with blushed cheeks as others along with the guys just snickered. "Fag." One of the guys called.

"F*ck off, Harley." I said back to the boy. He gave me a shocked look, obviously not remembering his earlier years. "What's wrong, is the weed finally killing your brain cells? You were a crap friend anyway. Sucked at red rover." I muttered the last part, walking away.

Making my way to the second floor I went to the media center. Smiling slightly at the librarian, I walked to the back of the library and took a seat on one of the beanbags, grunting as I did so. Grabbing my book out of my backpack and pretending the whole thing with Nelson never happened, I opened it up to the page I left off on.

After only five minutes of reading, a pair of medium brown fingers snapped in front of my vision. I looked up to find one of Gavin and I's friends, Keyshawn or his preferred name Shawn. I didn't say anything, just looked at him in shock and confusion.

He saw my confused look and sat down in the beanbag next to me before explaining. "I heard about the incident with Nelson, from Nelson actually. So..."

"I'm fine." I muttered. "The asshat is probably telling everyone about he beat up the queer again."

"Pretty much. Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

I shrugged with a nod, smiling at the boy "Always."

Shawn gave me a look as if he didn't believe me, checking my appearance for any signs of being beaten up. "Alright."

We talked for a bit, about random things that didn't really matter. I had always been closer to Shawn than the other guys. Though I didn't mind the others, it had just been easier to talk to Shawn.

"Why don't you stand with us in the morning anymore, man?" Shawn asked suddenly, after a few minutes of silence.

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well you should. I swear all they talk about is their next soccer practice." He chuckled and I followed suit, ignoring the pain in my stomach.

"You guys are just too annoying for me. I can't handle it." I said, smiling widely.

"Whatever, man. And just so you know, Chris isn't all that bad."

My eyes widened. "I didn't"-

"Don't worry," Shawn spoke, cutting me off. "Chris is Chris. He's not that hard to read. Neither are you." He said, making me wonder why he felt the need to add the part about me.

The bell signaling lunch was over rang and Shawn jumped up. He held out his had for me and I grabbed it, standing up.

"See ya." Shawn said before leaving. Sighing I shoved my book in my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder.

As I made my way downstairs I saw Gavin leaning against a set of lockers, talking to none other than Olivia. I couldn't help but stare. I wanted to deny with everything in me how I felt towards my best friend, but I couldn't. I just wanted to stop thinking about him.

I didn't realize how long I was staring until the late bell rang and Gavin and Olivia rushed to class together, my eyes following Gavin as he left. Looking down, I shook my head. An uneasy feeling filling my stomach.

Glancing back up my eyes locked with a glaring set of eyes down the hall. Realizing I was looking back he scowled before leaving. Looking down again and walking towards the main doors, I gulped harshly, thinking about Christians glare.

I signed out of school thankful for not having a fourth period today. Since Gavin drove me I had to walk home, but on my way I took a detour. Pulling my phone out of my pocket I dialed the memorized number before holding the phone up to my ear.

"It's been awhile, kid." The voice on the other line said through a raspy voice.

"Uh, yeah. Can I...come by? I've got money." I told him.

I heard him chuckle. "Of course kid. If you've got the money, I've got the happy pills."

***

I walked into the apartment, checking my phone for the time. It was only one and I had until six, when I have to meet Christian at the library.

Grabbing a glass of water I took the plastic bag out of my back pocket, pouring a few caplets into my palm. I threw them in my mouth, taking a gulp of water to swallow the pills. Once they were down my throat I sighed.

Looking down at the baggie of pills I was suddenly disgusted in myself.

My thoughts were overwhelming, everything I was feeling or thinking hitting at me at once.

Lifting up the half filled glass of water and throwing it at the closest wall. The glass shattered, landing everywhere. My shoulders slumped and I found myself sliding onto the floor, leaning on the counters. I smiled a bit, a small chuckle escaping my lips as my inside felt light and my head became fuzzy, all thoughts drifting from my mind.

I closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than silence.