Chapter Three
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(Brandon's Pov)
The bell rang, signaling it was the end of math. I walked out of the room and towards music class. I walked slowly into class and saw Mr. Pair at the board writing down names. I'm usually early so we could talk so I said "Hiya! How are you doing today?" He turned to me with a warm smile.
"Hello Mr. Wind, I'm doing fine thank you. How are you?"
"I'm great, I'm pretty sure I aced my math test!" I said happily. He chuckled and nodded.
"That's always good to here." He said.
"So what are you doing?"
"I'm just writing down names of the partners. The assignment is you have to do a song or cover a song with your partner." He said.
"Ooooo that sounds awesome! I love music! Who's my partner?" I asked excitedly. I'm hoping I get another person who's just as enthusiastic about music as I am!
"Let's see here, your partners with Evan Ross." He said. My eyes widened and I felt myself get stiff.
"What?! That... that can't be right!" I said in worry.
"I'm sorry Brandon, I know you two have your differences but you should know he has a A in this class." He said. I sighed and set my stuff down on my desk.
"It's okay, I guess I'll try to work with him." I said sadly. He gave me a sad look and nodded. The bell rang and everyone started to come in to class, with Mr. Pair greeting everyone of them.
"Hey fag." Evan said while walking past me. I frowned and put my head down on the desk. I'm not going to cry, I kept repeating that in my head. Mr. Pair clapped his hands together and said "So today I have a list of partners and you all will be working on singing and playing your favorite songs! It can be any genre of music but it needs to be appropriate for school, any questions?" He asked. Evan raised his hand and Mr. Pair called on him.
"Yeah, I think you put me with the wrong person? My name is next to Brandon." He said. Everyone started laughing and snickering.
"Omg he got put with the fag!" Wow really, who says omg anymore?
"Hush! Evan I don't want to hear anything about it because I'm sure you and Brandon can get along for 3 weeks." Mr. Pair said. Evan groaned and shook his head.
"This is bull s**t! I'm not working with emo fag over there." He said. I felt my eyes start to get watery and I quickly wiped them.
"Aw look, the baby is crying." Claire said. I shook my head and gathered up my stuff and ran out of the room. Mr. Pair didn't stop me he just gave me a 'I'm sorry' look. I walked into the bathroom and went into a stall. I started to cry and thought about what just happened. Everyone was ganging up on me. Not just Evan, everyone! Except Mr. Pair of course. I sniffled and wiped away my tears. Is it so wrong to like boys? I mean it's not like it's a disease. Yeah but people sure do treat it as one. I got out my bag and opened it to get my notebook out. I looked through all my pages of drawing of band logos and members. I looked at the lyrics that I wrote down that I loved, and I looked at the anime that I drew. I started humming to Therapy by All time Low. I heard the bathroom door open and I quickly put my feet up.
"Hello?" Is that Evan? I kept my mouth shut and didn't even breathe. I heard the door open and close again and sighed in relief. I opened the stall door and slowly walked out. "Got you!" He said tackling me to the ground.
"Ahh!" I screamed. He put his hand over my mouth and I stopped screaming.
"Did you really think I was that stupid?" He asked. I shook my head no rapidly. "Good." I felt my eyes welling up with tears again. I'm so scared, you have no idea how hard he can hit! "Dude, stop crying. I'm not going to do anything." He said and took his hand off my mouth. He got off of me and leaned his back against the wall and sat down on the floor.
"Then why are you here?" I asked.
"Um I came to apologize, duh." He said like I was stupid. My jaw dropped and I looked at him shocked.
"You... you came to say sorry?" I asked. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Yeah, I mean I guess the project won't be too bad." He said shrugging.
"Really? Um I accept your apology." I said. Now it was his turn to look shocked. He looked at me as if I was crazy and said
"Are you kidding me? After everything I've done to you you don't even care anymore?" He said angrily. Is he on his man period or something?!
"Everyone deserves a second chance." I whispered. His eyes softened and he said "Thanks I guess...?" I smiled and nodded me head.
"So what's that notebook?" He asked me.
"It's just full of things I love." I said with a shrug. He nodded and picked it up.
"Can I see?" He asked. I nodded and he opened it. My picture of my family came out and he picked it up and looked at it. It was of my mom, dad, and me on vacation. I was holding my new drumsticks and dad was holding my guitar. Mom was hugging dad and kissing his cheek. I loved that picture so I put it in my notebook. "Is this your family?"
"Yeah, we were on vacation, I just got a new guitar and drum kit." I said.
"Oh cool." He said. He had a sad look in his eyes and he put the notebook down. "I'll see you later. I'm going back to class." He said and left. Just as I got up the bell rang. I picked up my stuff and walked out of the bathroom and to lunch. I eat alone but it's okay! Not everyone will like you, you just have to be yourself until someone comes along.
(Evan's Pov)
I stomped my way out of the bathroom and to my locker where the guys were waiting. Ricky, Daniel, and Simon were all talking and laughing until they saw my face. If you haven't guessed it I have anger issues. I walked up to my locker silently and punched it as hard as I could. They all jumped and looked at me.
"Dude... are you okay?" Simon asked.
"Do I look f*****g okay?!" I screamed at him.
"Woah there, what happened?" Ricky asked. I shook my head and grabbed his arm and pulled him into the janitors closet. He's the only one who knows about my home situation.
"He has the perfect life! I have f*****g nothing!" I said.
"Who?"
"Brandon." I said. Tears were starting to well up in my eyes. He hugged me and let me cry.
"How do you know?" He asked.
"I saw a picture of his family. Their all happy together." I said.
"Evan, you and I both know that he does not have the perfect life." Ricky said.
"How?" I asked confused.
"We basically bully him and hurt him every single day! If it wasn't for us he probably would be okay in school." Ricky said.
"But he deserves it!" I said.
"Do you deserve the beatings you get from your father?" I looked at him in school and pushed him.
"Of course not!" I said.
"Then he doesn't deserve what we do to him." He said.
"Ricky, he's a fag. He definitely deserves it. I'm done talking about." I said and walked out of the closet and to lunch.
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