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What’s the point in changing if life continues to be cruel to you? It seems like Jeffery was asking that question everyday.
No matter what he did, from trying to hide his weird fetishes and interest to even joining a straight club, nothing worked for him. He couldn’t even show off his academic prowise without people mocking him. Since when was being intelligent considered to be a bad thing? Everyone has their hobbies, even if his was to jack off to different mangas and peek at the girls in the locker room. At least he didn’t try drugging girls to get them to sleep with him…although that thought has crossed his mind once in a while.
Speaking of drugging girls, one of his biggest adversities was Kylar and his jock friends. Ever since middle school first began, the jock would always bully the weeb relentlessly. It became like a routine to Jeffery. Everyday, whenever given the chance, Kylar would find some way to belittle and hurt Jeffery. Whether it be spitting on him, dumping his lunch on him, getting shoved in lockers, breaking his glasses, beating his ass, Kylar has done it all. It seemed as if name calling wasn’t enough.
It’s not like anyone would defend Jeffery, he didn’t have any friends. Boys found him pathetic, girls found him repulsive, and hardly any teacher could stand him. Even Crispin, the school loser, the guy who probably only showers once a week saw Jeffery as pathetic, only occasionally talking to him out of pity. And it was true. He was pathetic.
Not like he was safe and loved anywhere, his mother and stepfather had shown disdain for him. Many times. In front of him.
“What are you gonna do with your life, Jeffery?”
“Why can’t you just be a normal teenager?”
“The only people you talk to are online, why don’t you have any real friends?”
“Your father was right to leave.”
Owch. That one stinged. Badly. So badly to the point where Jeffery was contemplating suicide.
He tried it. A couple of times. The first time he did, he attempted to shoot himself with his step dad's rifle. Unfortunately for him, the man caught him sneaking around with it, and he got a brutal beating.
“Touch my shit again and I’ll fucking shoot you with it.”
Geez, why were men so obsessed with guns? Honestly, Jeffery would’ve preferred to be shot then and there, but beggars can't be choosers. He soon came to the realization that anything he did, no matter how many times he’d try to escape from reality, the universe would keep him alive for another punishing day.
The only escapism he had was manga and porn. Sweet sweet porn. It seemed like jacking off was the closest thing to him feeling happiness. Didn’t matter to him. Anything was better than crying himself to sleep.
He attended school the next day after getting beat by his step dad, wearing a baggy sweater and jeans. As per usual, nobody cared about him or his rather odd appearance in the slightest. All until gym class…
Jeffery was sitting in the locker room, avoiding class for the first time in forever. He didn’t need to hear Nicole bitch on and on about doing remedial exercises or any other bullshit like that. And he didn’t wanna see Coach Colby flirt with underage girls either. He didn’t care about the punishments, he just wanted quiet.
Unfortunately for him, the universe had other plans. “What's up bitch? Skipping gym like the pussy you are?” Of course it was Kylar, cause why wouldn’t it be?
Jeffery didn’t respond, not wanting to deal with his bullshit right now. His body was still sore from last night.
“Uh, don’t you hear me speaking to you? What are you, Anne Frank?”
That caught the weeb off guard as he looked up at Kylar, tilting his head. “What?”
“You know, Anne Frank? The bitch that was blind and deaf?”
“I-I think you mean Helen Keller…Anne Frank was the girl who got killed by Nazis…”
Kylar blinked, Jeffery’s words processing in his mind. “Uh yeah, whatever. Same thing.” He shrugged before sitting next to Jeffrey. “I’m just here cause my fucking ankle is killing me and coach won’t give me some fucking percocet, what a bitch. Doesn’t matter, I still have a bottle of it in my locker”
Jeffery moved over a bit, putting some space between them. “Um…isn’t it illegal for him to be giving you drugs?”
The jock rolled his eyes, sneering at him. “Why do you care? You gonna snitch like the pussy you are or something?”
“N-no…I’m not. If anything, some pain relievers sound really good right now…” Jeffery admits, tugging on his sleeve nervously.
“Why, did your dad fucking beat you or something?” Kylar snorted, laughing a bit. There was a long pause before Jeffery answered. “My step dad…actually…” He muttered, adjusting his glasses.
Kylar stopped laughing instantly, looking at Jeffery as if trying to register if he was joking or not. “Is that why you’re dressed like a black guy from the 90’s or some shit?”
Once again, Jeffery was caught off guard, finding it rude and a bit funny for him to assume such a thing. “I-I guess you could say that. I just got bruises all over my body and all…”
Kylar hummed, looking at the boy. He didn’t know why he cared so much, he was just curious. In a way, he could sort of relate, his mom’s old boyfriend used to hit him and touch him inappropriately when he was younger whenever he’d spend the night…which could possibly explain why he acted like that. Not like he’d tell anyone, that was so not straight.
The two were quiet for a while, just sitting in silence. The taller boy soon stood up and began to walk to his locker, opening it. “Come here.” He said, ushering Jeffery over. The geek frowned before cautiously walking over to him. “You’re not gonna shove me in there, are you?” He asked. Kylar simply scoffed before taking out his bottle of percs.
“Take two. That’s usually how much I take when I fuck up my back in lacrosse.”
For a third time in a row, Jeffery was surprised at Kylar’s actions. The jock seemed to notice, rolling his eyes. “Just fucking take it. And don’t tell anyone I gave these to you or I’ll bash your skull in.”
With a nervous gulp, Jeffery accepted the pills before swallowing them dry. He looked up at the blonde with a soft smile. “Thanks Kylar, really. That was surprisingly nice of you.”
Kylar blushed at his words, not used to the feeling of someone actually being grateful for him. “Shut up, bitch! Don’t you dare say a motherfucking word to anyone!”
Jeffery jumped at the sound of his yelling, but it didn’t really upset him like it usually did. If anything, it made him smile more. This was the first time somebody actually cared about him.
Kylar froze, realizing that Jeffery was still smiling like an idiot. He balled his hands into fist before turning away. “You’re welcome…pussy.” He muttered before leaving the locker room. “See you around.”
Jeffery felt happy. Really happy. He knew that most likely Kylar would go back to the way he was, but maybe, just maybe, he’s grown a bit soft to the weeb.
When Jeffery got home, he laid down on his bed and looked up at his ceiling. He felt lighter…maybe that was just the percocet talking…but for the first time in a long time…he didn’t wish he was dead.