-10.21.16-

“Bryce what happened to you?! “

“You did!”

“What did I do?”

“You like me! And that's not okay!”

I stood there, ashamed, tears spilling from my eyes...

-present-

I roll my head down as they continue to yet at me and bash my body into the lockers behind. It’s been three months now, three months since the truth came out. Since I've been beaten, knocked down, and hurt. Physically, and emotionally. Not only because they get on me every chance they get, but because HE lets them. As soon as he figured out the big secret, he turned his back and dropped everything we had.

They soon finished their final torture for the day as the last bell rang. I watch them as they run off, afraid of being late for football practice. I finish gathering all of my things and sling my backpack across my shoulders and back. I walk outside, soon noticing the empty parking lot. I sigh, knowing I have a long walk home.

“Need a ride?” A voice calls, but not just any voice, HIS voice. I turn around and lift my head, tears instantly form in my eyes, my memory recalling everything that we've been through.

“Hey no no…”, his mood seems to instantly drop. His shoulders, his facial expression, everything, “I know I'm going to be hard to trust, but you have to. I need to fix my mistakes. I'm so sorry for everything I've put you through.”

“If you were sorry, you would have stopped.”

“I did! They didn't!”

I stay quiet, knowing he was right. He grabs my books and leads me out to his car, knowing I'm giving him this chance. We toss our things in the backseat and turn towards each other.

And as fast as he had me out here, is as fast as his lips were on mine. It takes a moment to think about what's going on, but I soon kiss back, realizing that he's not here to hurt me, but to help me.