I'm Hurting (H2OVanoss)/BBS (In Progress)

When Feelings Are Exposed

"I didn't think he would go for Jonathan!"
" I know, i didn't know he was gay"
" Who would've known the second most popular kid in the school was a fag?"

"Don't listen to them, Evan" Brock whispers to him

"How could I not?" He says while raising his head up. He has tears on his face and I can tell he's hurting.

"Evan, are you okay man?" Tyler questions

He looks down. "No, not really." Our group as a whole, somewhat tenses up or glances between one another.

"Jon I'm not mad at you. Give me some time, ok?" He says in a voice that only the group and I can hear.

I nod. The bell rings and everyone gets up.

The next class goes by quick. I've been thinking about the whole 2nd period situation all day and I can't help but think it was my fault. It's now 4th period, which is the lunch period. We all meet at our usual table in the cafeteria.

"Hey guys" I say as I walk up to the table

"Hey" they all respond

" Has anybody seen Evan?" Craig asks

"No, none of us have 3rd period with him" David mentions

"I hope he's oka-" Luke starts to say but was cut off by Evan walking into the cafeteria, causing everyone in the room to go quiet. They usually don't go silent like this. Maybe it's because of what I did.

Before he can sit down, Julian pulls him to the side and pushes him against the wall, grabbing his throat.

Evan's POV

I couldn't handle all the whispers so I skipped a few classes. I went home to cut a few deep lines in my wrist and decided to go back to school for lunch. When I arrived in the lunchroom, the whole room got quiet. Weird. Then all of a sudden, I get pulled to the side and I'm being held by my neck against a wall.

"Where have you been!?" Julian yells in my face

"None of your business. Why?" I ask, slowly losing my breath

" Are you the reason my girl broke up with me?" He says in a stern voice

"What? No. I don't want your leftovers." I give him a conflicted expression, wondering why he thinks I would care to do that.

"Oh right, you like gay fags like yourself" he smiles

"He's not-" I stop and shake my head with an exhale. I hate when people talk about my friends.

"Then why did he kiss you?" He questions. My cheeks get warm at the thought.

"I-I don't know"

"Psshh. Useless. Get a life." He as he rolls his eyes, loosening his grip the tiniest bit.

"And, if I find out that you did take my girlfriend; be ready." He threatens and drops me.

"Oh! And, btw... nice job hiding those cuts on your wrists." He smirks and walks away

I look down and see blood staining my long sleeve. F*ck. I rub my face and walk to the lunch table that me and my friends sit at. I search through my backpack, looking for my hoodie. Once I find it, I pull it over my head. I look at everyone and see them with worried expressions.

"I just went home to relax for a little bit. I couldn't handle all the whispers at the time." I look across the group.

"Evan, you can't be doing that." Scotty tells me while looking at my wrists.

"Why not? Now everybody knows I cut my wrists and how im gay so what is there to lose? Barely anything now." I mumble the last part while looking down.

"That's not healthy though" Marcel mentions