FINE!!!!!!! () I got to class and sat in the back corner, as always. It was extra cold that day, full of the icy chill that everyone seemed to be giving me. The looks from classmates kept coming. I tried to ignore them but the smirks and eye rolling I continued receiving was too much to take. I felt with it. I wasn't sure if Carrie would be able to handle it. Things for her would be worse. Well, that's what I thought. "You think you can f***ing take what you can't have? Huh? Do ya queer?" "Yeah, you really think you're good enough for her? You're dumb as s***. Go cry to your b**** mother and f*** off." Black. The color of what they felt with and I saw with.
I'm making up for lost time and you guys get two updates!!!! The insults got worse and worse. And they kept coming. I finally got a chance to talk to Carrie in the west hallway during lunch. "Are you ok?" I asked her. I was truly worried. "I'm fine. What about you?" I showed her my arms. They were covered in bruises. "Who did that?" she exclaimed. Now she was worried. "It doesn't matter. I'm used to it. I just want to make sure you're ok. You are ok right?" She looked down. "What happened?" I ask. "Gwen. She called me a slut. She said you were a queer and that you don't deserve me. Then I slapped her. She ran away saying that she hates me." Carrie's face quickly got red and her eyes swelled. I held her close. She cried into my chest. What have I done?
The hazing continued throughout the day. I dealt with it and ignored most of the people. James was one of the few popular guys that didn't say anything. I was glad. After school, I talked to Carrie a bit and tried to calm her down. She was still pretty upset. Her eyes weren't beautiful when they were wet. "I just wish they could see the real you," she said with a sniffle. "If they knew you like I know you, they'd love you." No they wouldn't. They'd hate me just like they do now. I didn't say this because I knew Carrie would get even more upset. I held her close and rubbed her side gently. "Things will get better," I told her. I was trying to be as confidant as possible. "I really hope they do." So did I.
I really like it. It's relatable and shows the life that a normal teenaged boy feels at one point in adolescence. I really hope you continue :3.
The hatred towards Carrie and I continued for three days. Carrie stopped being harassed on Thursday but I was still covered in bruises. I never fought back. I had never thought to. Why would I fight them? I'd lose. It's not worth it. I'll never be what they want and they'll never accept me. Carrie accepts me. Gwen apologized to Carrie and they were back to being friends by Friday. Gwen still didn't like me very much and just stood to the side or left whenever I would talk to Carrie in the halls. She glared at me as of I was stealing her friend. I was. I was stealing her from all of her old friends and she hated it. I hated it too. I hated that she was sad. Her being sad caused me so much pain. It hurt whenever she was upset. I couldn't bare to see her cry. Her beautiful eyes shouldn't be filled with they grey haze of tears that shadowed them everyday. I went to Carrie's house that weekend. "Carrie, we have to talk," I told her bluntly. I was trying not to break down in front of her. Her face filled with fear. "Wha- what is it?" she asked as if she already knew and didn't want it to be true. "Carrie, I can't stand to see you cry. I hate that you're upset and it's all my fault." I looked down and bit my tongue. I took a deep breath. "Carrie I-" "No. Don't do it."