Coming Out

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I was nervous. Thorin was driving me to school, a place that I hadn't been to in a while. It was a Friday when I kind of snapped and destroyed any low-key reputation I had and decided to play sick for a couple of days, nothing too long but a couple of days. I'll admit that I was a little scared to go back to school not because Thorin and I's relationship was out in the open. It was because how I was going to be perceived now especially with that photo of Jace and I floating around.

You're tough.

Mr. Louis's words rung through my head. I was tough, even my mom told me that I was after she caught me fighting some invisible man in my room. It was time that I was done whimpering away, even if it is just school. That didn't mean that kids couldn't say mean things but I was done ignoring those things. I was going to face the music and the shit storm it may bring.

Don't worry, I took a shower before Thorin came into my house. Him and my mother saw each other, mom of course had to raise her eyebrow at him. I didn't know if he knew that mom knew about us, but he could have probably tell by the look she was giving him. It wasn't the kind that was full of rage, it was just the protective kind. I was thankful for it but I'm pretty sure Thorin would protect me the most in this world.

That actually made me feel good inside.

"It's going to be okay." Thorin could tell that I was nervous, giving my knee a squeeze. "We only have a couple more days then we're done with this place."

It was true, school was practically over as it was the last day, but for some reason my ass had to make some waves. "I know, because we have each other." I smiled at him and proceeded to leave the car. The car that would be the last source of blockage from the people. But all I needed really was Thorin and the way that he smiled at me.

"Look! They're going to make out again!" A girl called out, laughing. I tried to ignore her but for some reason, I couldn't ignore her like I had done with Thorin or Melody. For some reason, some girl was getting underneath my skin and it wasn't even ten o'clock yet.

"Hey, Thorin, how much is paying you to hang around her?" Shout out to them for thinking I was wealthy enough to be able to buy a boyfriend.

That's how I was going to be tough. I was going to take everything they said and somehow make something positive out of it. It's civil and would be good for the soul. Plus, it would be kind of fun to see how to make something negative into something that could somehow boost my ego.

"Ignore them." Thorin whispered into my ear. It would have been easier if I had earbuds but still, I was going to try to stop being a coward.

I looked back and smiled at the girl who had a snarky smirk on her lips. She and a couple of other people all had their arms crossed over their chests. An eyebrow of her's wiggled, waiting for me to say something or cry away. I didn't, I just smiled. It became obvious that she didn't like my response by dropping her grin.

Thorin's hand was on my back and mine had taken a place on his. Fuck this whole 'low profile' thing that I had going on for the longest time. It was time to come out and actually have a say in this world. School was going to be longer than usual but maybe a long day was going to be needed to stop my fear of people.

I was walking in the hallway, taking a detour to the bathroom that I was supposed to be in. Walking was something that helped and I needed it. Stress had began to grow inside of me as the weight of stares had began to push down on my shoulders. Trust me, I worked out my shoulders quiet a bit but that didn't mean the weight wasn't hard to bare. I was new to this not caring if someone was looking at me thing.

The white walls were empty except for me that kept walking through them. Somehow my feet were able to keep moving on the tiles though I wasn't really used to waking up so early. Skipping school can lead one to disrupt their sleeping schedule, it did with mine. But I kept moving, not thinking that anyone would be walking in the same halls as me. They shouldn't be, they should be in class.

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