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Is this it? He sat, taking it in. His mind spawned back, how they pushed his other against the locker. How he watched him squirm. Unable to do anything, nothing. How he looked at him, begging for some kind of rebellion. That never came, he was frozen. He couldn't move, his throat dried. His muscles twitched, thinking of so many outcomes that would happen if he let his anger control his clenched fists.
What could he do? He was 5'8. Nothing compared to them. Even if he had a huge ego. Those thoughts never left. He knew he was weak. Weak weak weak weak weak weak - His mind spawned back. He was sitting in the office guest chairs. Blood falling from his nose, but stopped from a tissue. The blood. His blood dripping from his smashed face against the locker. Smearing it across the flat colored metal. His hands desperately scratching at the fist holding his frail neck in place.
God dammit. God fucking damnit! Is he a pussy or something? Nice going reb! Letting your only friend. Equal. Get smashed against the locker. And ha! Your bitchass did absolutely NOTHING! Are you some kind of pussy? What? Can't take a few punches? I mean. Ugh. God fucking damnnit! He stared ahead, the office lady laughing with someone on the call. Typing stupid fucking shit down. With her stupid fucking voice and stupid fucking Face.
Does she even know the pain he goes through? What V goes through? Because if she did, she wouldn't be giggling with some saggy tit Millenial mom. He heard the principal's door open, the stupid stupid STUPID white hat walking out, a frown on his stupid son of a bitch face. Good, you deserve to be upset. Eric glared at him, whiched he scoffed and walked to a chair on the other side of the room.
Dylan walked out of the nurse's office holding the side of his face, laughing softly with the nurse. Eric, looked away, ashamed. "I will I will- I swear! I'm fine miss." He looked at her one final time, giving one last wave. He looked forward again, seeing Eric, His face went blank. of fucking course his face is blank you dumbass, you fucking left him to fucking get beat by some worthless fucking assholes! What a great friend you are! Dylan began walking over, sitting next to Eric. Eric still glancing at the floor. Tensed. Before he could get any apology out. That gorgeous blonde spoke. "It's ok. Reb" he said softly. He glazed the tips of his fingers over Eric's. "It's fine, they beat your head in dude. You should be worrying about yourself." His fingers cuffed Eric's. Looking at the white hat to confirm they weren't being watched. The son of a bitch passed out, sleeping uncomfortably on the chair. Reb, looked back at him, apologizing with his eyes. "It's pick up time, you two are free to go" the office lady said flatly.
Dylan's fingers tapped against the steering wheel. That onyx black ring glistening in the summer heat. His slim fingers delicately turning on the turn signal. As well with spinning the steering wheel. Eric caught himself starring and looked away quickly, seeming quite Interested in the burning grey concrete. "Is it okay if we crash at my place instead of you going home?" Dylan said. His stupid fucking soft flawless voice glazing the words in some stupid faggoty way. He really needs to get his stupid hormones under control or he'll fuck his best friend. "Don't mind." Eric answered, still looking at the road. Megalomaniac softly humming in his ears. "Alright" Eric was trying his best to not be a stupid stupidity fag and imagine those fingers touching him, but no. His mind decided otherwise.
The car's tires came to a hault in Dylan's driveway. Reb slipped out and Dylan followed. They opened the door sliding in, they saw Sue. And Sue saw them.
"My god Dylan! I heard what happened at school, are you alright? Why didnt you fight back!" Sue rushed over to him, looking at his smashed face. Wow not even acknowledging I'm here, this old hag. Eric scoffed, and booked it up the stairs. Dylan pushing Sue off him and doing the same. Dylan entered his room, seeing Eric kicking off his shoes and mumbling about something. Eric's kinda cute when he does that. Dylan gets behind him on the bed and lays down, his head throbbing from the last hours events and the blistering heat. Eric looks at him, the way his nose sticks out, but in some way his face accompanies it, making it look so cute, and his goofy crooked smile. Ok enough you fag bag. Eric sighed laying down next to him. Glancing up at the ivory ceiling. What am I going to do?