I came to class really early that day. No one was really there yet, except the teacher.
"Good day, Mr. Nash." said the stupid old chick with no sense of fasion. I rolled my eyes at her attempt at being nice. God, that woman was so idiotic. I knew she hated me, why did she even try? Just to mock me?
"Mrs. Hansen, I need a darker-" a boy came out of the cabinet, holding his hands up like a rabbit, so his clothes wouldn't get dirty from all the colors on his hands. He froze when he saw me. It was Colin Marshal. I smiled. Why the hell did I smile? I never smiled at anyone. My smile faded.
Colin slowly licked his lips and stared at me. He was just too adorable.
"Hey, Colin, right?" I asked and couldn't help myself from smiling again. He just glared at me, then turned around and walked back into the cabinet.
"Leave him alone Nash." the teacher warned me as I walked towards where Colin went.
"Fuck off." I mumbled and opend the yellowish door. A strong smell of chemicals and paints came out. I walked a few steps forward, past the huge closet. There were a whole bunch of paintings there, on the table, the walls and on the floor. There were painings everywhere. And there he was. Colin, shyly looking up at me with his scared eyes. I chew on my lower lip as I walked closer and kneeled down in front of him.
"I'm Aiden." I smiled again. He looked so scared. I couldn't believe how shy this guy was.
"Did you paint all these?" I asked innocently when I stood up and look around. He stared at me for a few more moments then nodded. They pictures really were amazing. I saw one big painting. It was dark and blury. There was a kid lying in the corner of a street, and you could see his heart shinning slightly through his chest. It was broken and it looked like it was dying. But on the other side of the picture, on the other side of the street, there was another boy, standing under a street light. He was holding a big tube of glue in his hand.
"I love this one." I said, amazed. "Where did you get the idea?"
"I.. I don't know..." he mumbled shyly while staring at his feet. The school bell rang. I looked outside and the classroom's got full by now. I looked back at him and mouthed a Come on. He got up slowly, but kept his distance. I noticed he shurgged when he saw all those people.
"We have to go." I said and walked out of the cabinet. Luckily, my seat was at the back of the class, near the cabinet door, so no one really noticed anything. I waited for Colin to come out. And he did. He held his head low and looked straight at the floor. He was also sitting at the back, on the other side, but everyone seemed to notice him.
"Look, it's the cocksucer." one guy exclaimed and they all started throwing stuff at him. Hansen slapped her old lame-ass stick against the table like she always did when we wouldn't shut up. Some of the students stopped but most of them continued. I looked at Colin who covered his head with his hands and rolled up in a ball.
"Burn in hell, faggot!" another dude yelled as he threw a wooden figure at him and hit his head. Next I heard a scream and he was lying on the floor.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed and jumped off of my chair and ran to the other side of the classroom. So did the teacher and a few other girls, the rest of the class just backed away and slowly watched this whole thing. Some of the retarded jocks laughed. God I felt like stabbing them so fucking much sometimes.
"Ughh.." Colin mumbled and opend his eyes.
"Are you alright?" I asked him and noticed I was holding him in my lap. And I had a perfect excuse for it, too.
"I... My head." his voice cracked. "Ugh.."
His confussed eyes went wide and he jumped right up. I was supprised. I know I would die right there from a hit like that. His head was probably made from metal.
He got up and looked around panicly. Everyone was staring at him.
"Look!" the blonde jock said "He's immortal. We'll never get rid of fags now."
Everyone laughed at his pathetic joke and it made me sick. What the fuck was wrong with people? He could've seriously hurt him. I looked at Colin. He was shaking and he was fighting the tears that were just about to start falling like rain. I knew that feeling. I knew exactly how it was, when you try not to cry, because you don't want to prove them they won.
"What the fuck is your problem, you fucking maniacs?!" I yelled and stared at all of them. By the time I said this, Colin already ran out. I grabbed his bag and then mine and ran after him. I heard some insults behind my back, but I wasn't bothered.
"Wait!" I gasped when I finally saw Colin.
"Colin, please wait!" I couldn't run anymore. I was tired. I stopped on the middle of the hall and dropped the bags. Shit... I was so fucking tired. I fell on my knees. I was breathing heavily and every breath hurt. My eyes rolled back as I fell on the floor with my face.
I woke up in a hospital with my mother on my left and the doctor on my right. My mom was crying and he was talking about my knuckles. I couldn't think straight. What happend? I tried to listen to what he was saying as I heard him mention I have bulimia. I shrugged at that point and everything went blank. Oh, fuck fuckidy fuck fuck. Who the hell does he think he is?
"What?!" I exclaimed "That's fucking bullshit!"
He grabbed my hand and pointed at my knuckles.
"Do you know how much a normal boy your age weights?" He pushed the paper he was holding in his hands in my face "Alot more than that." he said, and pointed at the number next to my name. I rolled my eyes at it. Low! It was so obvious, what he was trying do.
I grabbed the sheet and covered my head with it. I closed my eyes and tried to make it as dark as possible. It was childish, I admit, but I didn't care. I wanted to hide from everything.
Then I heard the doctor telling my mom about this center...
"No!" I yelled and my head popped out. "No! Freakin! Way!"
They're not sending me to no fucking center. I'm not fucking bulimic, that's for girls.
"Mommy." I tried and looked at her with big, puppy eyes. "Please mom. Don't let them send me away." I begged her and oh did I feel stupid.
"Please mommy.. I love you. You can help me. We don't need them." I lied. Like hell she's help me. I didn't need help. Not from the doctors, not my mom, not anyone! I was doing fine and they couldn't stand it. They were wanted to ruin everything for me!
She nodded. Thank god. I knew she could change her mind any second, so I jumped at her and hugged her tightly. Oh just get me home and lets get this shit over with...
"Someone's here to see you." a nurse said and turned around, motioning the person who was hiding behind the door to come in. Me? Who wanted to see me? I looked around the room. No one else was in there. Why would anyone want to see me? She mumbled something and kept staring at the person. She was getting annoyed.
"Will ya come in, I ain't got all day." she said finally and reached out. She pulled him in and closed the door behind her. My jaw probaby hit the floor at that point. It was Colin.
He stared at the floor, playing with his fingers nervously. He was as shy as always. And it was so adorable.
"Hey Colin." I said. I didn't mean to sound that nice. I never even heard myself talk in that tone.
He kept staring at the floor, my mom looking at him and then back at me. Go away cunt, can't you take a hint?
"Is this your friend?" she asked quietly. I saw Colin shrug slightly when she said that. He still looked so afraid. Like a little boy. I smiled.
"Yeah." I told my mom and smiled at her. Why did I just smile at her? Oh my god, get out already.
"Alright." she said, her eyes sparkled and her smile becoming more wide. She stood up. It was about time, anyway. She looked at Colin again, but he didn't look at her. She walked out of the room and I sighed.
"Come sit on the bed." I told him. He was chewing on his lip. He moved slowly towards me. When I moved a little, to give him some space, he flinched. I couldn't believe how easily he got scared. He looked at me and I froze. It was so fast. I couldn't take those eyes that fast, they were too beautiful. I just stared at him. He was amazing. He hid his eyes from me for so long, that I felt special for being able to look at them.
Say something. I wanted to hear his voice so badly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, and bit my tongue the very next second. Stupid question. What is he suppose to say?
"Thank you for helping me." he with the most angelic voice. It was gentle and soft. It felt like ecstasy and it was amazing when it hit me.
"Don't mention it." I smiled at him, still feeling high from his beauty. And then the most horrible thing in the world happend. A tear came shinning sown his cheek. His beautiful eyes were watery and blury. I made a move to get up, but he jumped back and started to panic. I scared him. Goddamn.
"No, come here." I said, trying to sound as calm as possible. But how could I stay calm, he was crying! He looked so innocent. I would kill the person that made him cry.
"It's alright, come here." I said and held my arms in front on me, offering him a hug. Come on.
"It's alrght." I repeated much more quietly. My voice sounded so caring and honest it scared me.
He wiped away the tear that almost reached his chin.
"You have it too." he whispred and I wasn't sure if I heard what he said right.
"What? Have what?" I asked him and stared at him. His look changed and there was no way I could read him. If I looked for fear, it was there. Sadness, cartainly. Anger? Yeah, anger was there too... I never saw anything like this.
"Colin? What are you talking about?" The expression on his face was now freakin soaked in disgust. His eyes were dead. I was the one afraid now. He looked cold, but yet so fragile.
And then, he just walked out. He left me there wondering what the hell just happend.
"But the doctor said you have to stay home for a few days, sweetie." mom said in a annoyingly caring voice. What is this womans problem, I WANT to go to school, for fucks sake, she was born for this day.
"Mom, I WANT to go!" I yelled and made my move to leave. She grabbed my arm.
"I love you." she forced me to look at her. Sick. Fucking sick. I shrugged and left the house.