Chapter Four
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(Evan's Pov)
I slammed my tray down on the table, causing my friends to jump. "What?" I growled.
"Dude, your hand is swollen. I think you should get it looked at. I shrugged and dug into my pizza rolls.
"What now?" I said after I swallowed.
"Hungry much?" Daniel said.
"I'm f*****g starving, is that a problem?" I asked. He shook his head no and I rolled my eyes. I looked at my hand and it was starting to turn a deep shade of purple. Yeah maybe I should get it looked at.
"I'm going to the nurse." I said and got up. I walked out into the hallway and turned into the nurses room. I heard talking and laughing. Oh great, someone's in there. The nurse was a nice man who likes to talk to the kids. I walked in and saw Brandon sitting with the nurse. I groaned and the nurse looked at me.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you. Is something wrong?" He asked.
"Yeah, I hurt my hand." I said. He motioned for me to come over and I did. He took my hand and looked over it.
"It's sprained, how'd this happen?" He said.
"I punched the locker." I said
"Why would you do that?" He asked.
"I was mad." I said bluntly.
"I'll go get a ace bandage, stay here with Brandon." He said. I nodded and he got up and went into the next room. I sat down next to Brandon and saw him staring at my hand.
"Take a picture, it will last longer." I said.
"Oh um, I'm sorry." He said.
"What ever." I said.
"Was... was that because of me?" He asked. Was it because of him? I mean he did make me upset. But he didn't do it on purpose.
"No." I said.
"Oh okay." He said awkwardly.
"I'm coming over your house today, we'll work on the project together." I said.
"Okay, what instrument do you play?" He asked.
"Piano, guitar, drums, and a bunch of other stuff." I said. He nodded and the nurse came back. He wrapped my hand and told me I could go back to lunch.
"Oh okay.'' I said. As I was walking out the door I heard Brandon said "See you after school!" I smiled a little to myself and kept on walking. Why am I starting to feel bad when I bully him? Why do I feel happy that I'm going to his house tonight?! Ug I need to forget about him.
(Brandon's Pov)
Devin gave me a smile after Evan left and I looked at him curiously.
"What?" I said. He shook his head and laughed.
"You two would make a cute couple." He said. My eyes widened and I shook my head.
"Ewww! No way! He's my bully not my boyfriend!" I said.
"Child please, I know you like him. My husband used to hate me and look at where we are now. I'm said happily married man." He said.
"Well your husband was gay, my bully is a homophobic prick." I said.
"I understand why you think that but you'll see." He said. The bell rang and I got up. After saying goodbye to Devin I left and went back to class.
The final bell rang and I rushed out of the classroom and to my locker. I put everything in my locker, grabbed my bag and just as I turned around I nearly ran into Evan.
"Ah!" I said and fell back into my locker. I groaned as a sharp pain went into my back.
"Are you okay?" He asked while trying to hold in his laughs. I glared at him and said
"Haha very funny, scare the emo fag." I said. He stopped laughing and said
"Brandon, I wasn't trying to scare you. I'm coming over today, remember?" He said.
"Oh yeah! Well come on, my mom and dad are waiting for me." I said. He nodded and followed me outside to my parents car. I got in the car and Evan got in next to me.
"Hi sweetie, how was your day? And who's your friend?" Mom said with a warm smile. I smiled back and said
"My day was great! I aced my math test!" I said proudly. They both chuckled.
"That's great!" They said.
"And this Evan, we're working on a project together." I said.
"Nice to meet you Evan, I'm Peter and this is my wife Cammy."
"Nice to meet you too." Evan said. Dad smiled at him in the rear view mirror and mom turned around in her seat.
"So Evan, we were actually planning on going out to eat. Would you mind?" Mom said.
"No, I can leave." Evan said.
"No! Evan honey, I was inviting you." Mom laughed. Evan cracked a smile and nodded.
"Oh okay thank you so much." He said. The way he said it told me he doesn't go out to eat a lot.
(Evan's Pov)
I smiled at them and sat back in my seat. His parents are so nice! It kind of makes me jealous. I looked at Brandon and whispered "Do you do this all the time?" He turned to me and shook his head.
"Every Friday, we like to do family things everyday though." He said. I smiled a little and nodded. We pulled into a diner and got out.
"So Evan, your aloud to order whatever you want. It doesn't matter the price, we're here to have fun!" Mr. Peter said.
"Okay thank you." I said. He smiled at me and nodded. We walked into the diner and a lady came up to us.
"Hello! How many?" She asked.
"Four please." Mrs. Cammy said.
"And a table or a booth?" She said.
"Booth please." Brandon said. She smiled at us and led us to a booth. She sat down the menus and I sat next to Brandon.
"Your waitress will be here in about 5 minutes." She said. We nodded and she left.
"So boys, what's the project?" Mr. Peter said.
"Oh um we have to sing and play a song." I said. Mrs. Cammy's eyes lit up and she turned to Brandon.
"Oh wow honey, you finally get to show everyone how talented you are." She said.
"Mom, stop it! Your so embarrassing!" He said while blushing. I laughed a little and Brandon smiled a little.
"Oh come on buddy, your really talented when it comes to music." Mr. Peter said.
"Really? Why don't you ever show people?" I asked. He shrugged and said "Because I don't think I'm that talented."
"Aw sweetheart, your very talented!" She said.
"Thanks mom." Brandon said.
"So Evan, what do you do in school?" Mr. Peter said.
"Oh I'm the star soccer player." I said proudly.
"Really? Soccer is a good sport. Maybe after you order you can go outback. They have a soccer field. I'll just text you when the food comes." Mr. Peter said. I smiled and nodded.
"Brandon, look." She said. We all looked over at some boy. He was relatively attractive but looked really emo though.
"Ohhhh, he's cute!" Brandon said. Wait, his mom is okay with him being gay? That's... that's kind of nice.
"Oh look, he might be are waiter!" Mr. Peter said. I laughed and Brandon blushed.
"Hello, my name is Rider and I'll be your server today." He said.
"Hello, I'll have to shrimp Cesar salad." Mrs. Cammy said.
"And I'll have the t-bone steak with a side of potatoes." Mr. Peter said.
"I'll have the pizza bagels, with a side of cheese sticks." I said. He turned to Brandon with a small smile and Brandon blushed.
"Um I-I'll have the spaghetti." He said. He chuckled and nodded.
"I love your hat." He said to Brandon.
"Really?" He squeaked. "I mean um thanks." He laughed and winked at him, he then walked away. Brandon face palmed and was still blushing.
"What a tease." Mrs. Cammy said. "He looks to be about 17."
"Well you boys can go out now." Mr. Peter said. We nodded and walked outside. I smiled as I saw a soccer field and a couple soccer balls on it.
"So Brandon, do you play?" I asked.
"Um sports aren't really my thing." He said nervously.
"Oh well here, I'll teach you to kick." I said. He followed me into the field and I put the ball down. I positioned his standing position and showed him how to kick.
"Okay now you try." I said. He nodded and pulled his leg back and kicked it as hard as he could. He made it into the he goal!
"Awesome! Your a natural." I said.
"Thanks!" He said happily. I smiled at him and he smiled back. Wait... we're actually getting along? I haven't bullied him once since school!
"Um Evan, can I ask you something?" He asked shyly. I nodded and he looked down. I saw a tear drop down and I frowned. "Why... why do you hate me?" He said, his voice cracking.
"I.... I don't hate you." I whispered.
"But you bully me and call me names and I don't even know what I did to you!" He sobbed.
"You didn't do anything, I was just jealous of you." I admitted.
"Why would you be jealous of me? You have the perfect life!" He
cried. "Your the most popular kid in school! And you have friends!"
"You think I have the perfect life? I thought you had the perfect life." I said.
"How?" He sniffled.
"Your have the perfect family, the perfect grades, and your just nice!" I said. He smiled a little and wiped his eyes.
"I guess so... but in school I don't." He said.
"I know, and I'm sorry for that! I was stupid to ever think that I could just bully you because of your perfect life." I said.
"Your really sorry?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm so sorry." I said. He smiled a little and wiped his eyes. The next thing I did surprised me, I hugged him!
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