Coming Home

God damn Michelle.

"Bri please go get me some tampons." She huffs.

"Okay whatever." I respond rolling my eyes.

I slip out of her bedroom and bound down the stairs of her house heading over to the closest store. I fucking hated running errands for her. Besides I was sick of this relationship, all just so a secret about me won't spill. I ran into Zach and noticed he bought quite a few of pencil sharpeners. He seemed very odd about his response. Sometimes I worried about him. I could never get to know him thanks to Michelle, Jimmy, Matt or anyone else.

"Back!" I yell up her staircase.

"Finally what took so long?!" She complains taking the box from my hand.

"I ran into Zach." I answer sliding onto her bed.

"You mean that emo faggot." She mutters.

"Hey!" I snap at her, "Don't say that about him he's human too you know."

"Ooh getting all defensive do you want me to tell everyone about your little secret so they can still look at you as a 'human' too?" She asks air quoting human.

"You wouldn't dare." I say with clenched teeth.

"Only if you broke up with me but that wouldn't happen because you wouldn't want to be known as the popular who turned out to be a faggot too?" She answers snobbily.

I wanted to tell her I didn't give a shit but I did. I couldn't have her ruin me like that. I mean I'd fucking be beat up and torn down by everyone. I even think my friends would look at me as a freak if they found out. The only reason Michelle found out was because I let it slip when I was drunk, fuck her for that. I'm like her bitch now, I have to do everything for her unless I want it to spill to everyone that I'm gay.

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Fuck Monday mornings, they are full of shit.

I wake up groggily heading over to the bathroom. I stretch out my arms and yawn staring at myself in my bathroom mirror. Bed-head hair and my chocolate brown eyes were red. I sigh rubbing my eyes and then reaching for the shower to turn it on.

I step in it as soon as it warms up and wash my body. I wash my hair quickly and step out, wrapping a towel loosely around my hips. I comb through my hair and brush my teeth before heading to my closet to pick out clothes. I finally settled on a Metallica t-shirt and black ripped jeans along with my red Converse.

I step outside to find the weather perfect like everyday. I breathe in the outside air and smile slightly, maybe today wouldn't be so bad, I could only hope.

"Hey." I call across the street recognizing Zach.

I see him glance up at me but he continues walking, his pace a bit faster. I furrow my eye brows and look each way before crossing the street. I jog to catch up with him. When I say his face I felt my heart break slightly.

His face was full of fresh black, blue, and purple bruises. His eyes had bags underneath them indicating lack of sleep, who the fuck did this to him? He looks over at me before focusing on his black shoes.

"Zach what happened to you?" I ask in a lowered voice.

"I fell down the stair case." He says quietly.

Bull shit. I think to myself.

"Zach, it looks like someone beat you, you know you can tell me anything right?" I say quietly.

"Brian, I promise you, it was the stairs." He says not even thinking about what I said.

I just bob my head in a yes motion and we continue walking in silence. That silence was broke when we headed up to the school. I glanced over at Zach and he seemed uncomfortable.

"Maybe I should go the other way now." He mumbles.

"Why?" I ask looking at his eyes.

"Well you know, your popular and I'm... not so much. I don't want you to look bad because I'm next to you." He answers and I'm shocked.

"Zach," I say grabbing his shoulder, he flinches for a moment and looks into my eyes. "You would never make me look bad, I could care less if your popular."

He nods his head and I show him a slight smile. I don't think he believed one word I said.

Notes

Last update for the day hope you guys enjoyed it :3