That Boy - Page 1That Boy
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Eighth grade. Oh boy, let me tell ya! It's a nightmare for the nerds and little kids who haven't gone through puberty, but heaven for the popular kids, the punks, the bullies, the hot girls.
There were many classifications in middle school that a kid can slip into.
For girls, you were either a sweet, nice girl who got good grades, or a hottie; a snob. The one with all the popular kids.
It was tough being in this top category. The category I'm in. Anyway back to my rambling!
Let's see, now for guys there's the "Nerds", of course. Computer geeks, smarty's, you know the works.
Then there's the "Jocks"; the basketball, football die-hards. Tall with their teen muscles developed, they have all the girls after them, they have the practices every day after school.
Then there's the punks, the gangsters, the "cool" guys. Yep! Those are the main three labels for guys.
There are some people, just a few, who don't fit in any grou
That Boy - Page 33At the back of the library, J turned around and scanned the room. "This is SO not the place I usually go, by the way. I'm not like, a nerd or anything." I told him.That Boy - Page 335 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of course not, Harls." He walked backwards to the emergency exit doors. I glanced behind me. No librarian, no kids. "Uh, won't those trigger an alarm or something?" I asked, seeing that he was gonna go outside.
"Nope. " That's all he said as he leaned back and pushed the red doors open. I followed him outside. The wind sent shivers down my back and my hair was whisked up in my face. I tied it in a single ponytail behind my head as we headed toward the bridge.
"They've been broken for years. The school just doesn't want to pay to fix 'em." J explained, raising his voice slightly over the wind.
We went under the bridge; I never had gone under here before. Swear words were scratched and scribbled into the cement surrounding our torso. The wind licked at our legs as we stood on the scraggly rocks. I watched th
That Boy - Page 23I listened to the sounds of the night, never hearing them this clearly before. More men came into the Walgreens store, in a greatly heated argument. They stayed in there shortly, and then came out, fighting brutally.That Boy - Page 235 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They fought roughly and angrily, moving down the street. "What IS IT with men and fighting?" I mumbled to myself.
"I can tell ya, Harl."
I fell out of the tree, startled and panicked. He was behind me the whole damn time!?!? I sat up, sore and scratched by the branches.
His gaze was still on the men in the distance, his hood casting a shadow over his face, of course. He was behind the tree, leaning on a tall fencepost.
"Men like them... they fight because they never knew any different. Simple as that." He turned his black eyes to me as I stood up, brushing leaves off of my body.
"Wise little owl you are..." I mumbled, pissed off and embarrassed.
"Clumsy little squirrel you are." He replied coolly. I had to admit, that was a good comeback.
"What are you doing here?" I asked
That Boy - Page 20He saw the realization creep slowly in my eyes. "'Cause you are different." He told me, slowly, letting it sink in.That Boy - Page 205 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Then he added, "Like me."
"You aren't different; don't let them make you think that! Theythey just need someone to pick on so they can feel bigger!" I burst out, suddenly furious at my friends.
"No, I am different, Harley, I REALLY am!" He growled, relaxing his arms a bit.
"You're just a boy, like the rest of them! You're a little quiet, but who cares!?! I know people who are way too loud!" I tried to help him see it from my point of view; he was just a normal boy! He wasn't a freak!
He pulled off his hood with a frustrated jerk, exposing his dirty blonde hair to the harsh wind. "You want to know why I am different? Huh Harley? You want to know?" He pulled down the collar of his hoodie, stretching it, showing me his throat and chest. "THIS is why I am different!!!"
Just on the part I could see, the area around his collarbone, just below his neck, just see
That Boy - Page 4Sixth period was Gymnastics, my favorite class, which I topped the whole school in! I usually exceeded my friends incredibly, but today I didn't focus very well.That Boy - Page 45 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I felt a lot of things at once, and I couldn't get away from my crowd of friends. As we waited our turn for the jumping board, they whispered to me.
"What happened? What did Travis do? What did the boy say?" They kept asking me these things I didn't want to answer!
Finally the period was over! I had never wished for gymnastics to be over quickly. Today I did. Surviving the stampeding hallways, I made it unharmed to seventh period. History.
This was the last class of the day. I was the fourth person in the room, getting there early. I went to my seat, next to the window. An essay was due today and I pulled it out of my folder. Some kids arrived and did the same. We still had three minutes before class started.
I went to the basket near the door and turned the essay in. As I turned around, the boy silently walked in. I stopped i
That Boy - Page 26"What...?" I slowly asked. I realized some of the blood stain was in plain sight from under me.That Boy - Page 265 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A thought came in my head. Embarrassing, but efficient. "Oh...that. Uh, I was actually hoping you wouldn't see that..." I stood up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"Are you hurt?" He was worried. He took a step closer. I acted uncomfortable. "No, I'm not hurt...dad..."
"What is it honey? You can tell me." He was confused now. I sighed. How freaking embarrassing.
I stayed silent as a rock in her closet, listening. Her dad had seen the blood on her bed. I knew I should have left! I shouldn't have slept over here.
I couldn't see what was going on; her door was almost all the way closed. I knew she was probably going to tell her dad everything. She didn't seem like the type to lie, especially to her own parents. I prepared to come out of the closet.
"Dad... I'm, uh... on my period."
I said it and gave my father a weak, embarrassed smile. His exp
That Boy - Page 28I'm not going to tell her my name. No one will ever know my name. She was right though, I at least had to have a nickname.That Boy - Page 285 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked at her again, and she could see that I was thinking about it. "Something only I would call you." She repeated.
Something only she would call me. I sat up on her bed and fingered the stain my blood had left on her covers. I thought about a name. Something simple, but still having a trace of myslef in it.
"Um... I guess... Jay. Like the letter... J."
"J?" She smiled, glad to know what to call me now. I nodded, liking the sound of how she said it. "J."
She let outy a giggle and rocked back and forth on her knees. "Okay! Sounds great!"
The car honked outside. I was so late to school! I ran into my parents' bedroom, keeping quiet so my mom wouldn't wake up.
I fished through my dad's shirts, he must have a hoodie somewhere! J couldn't stay here all day, and he couldn't go to school with a bloody shirt. I grinned as I found a black hoodie. It might be a l
That Boy - Page 7"Do you live over here?" I heard him say, not daring to look straight at him.That Boy - Page 75 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, I live further down, behind the Walgreens. What about you?" I asked sweetly, daring to turn and face him as I walked.
Really Harley! Why'd you have to ask that? And why'd you have to answer him?! Come on! Telling him where you lived!!!??? How stupid!
"Nowhere." He answered. Okay. I couldn't tell if he was dismissing the question, or answering her truthfully.
There were dark gray clouds above us, but it wasn't going to rain anytime soon. Snow never stuck to the ground, winters were dark and rainy.
We came off the ramp and were now walking on the sidewalk. The wind was frostily chilling, and I liked it. We passed some old stores, seeing many spooky alleyways and some kids doing drugs after school.
After some more awkward silence, I pointed to my house, not knowing what else to do or say. "See, that's it."
I liked my house; it was one of the few nice ones in this city. Down the abandoned little road, back
That Boy - Page 10After school, I avoided my friends again and went to the guidance counselors' office. I pretended to fill out an appointment paper. Through one of the door windows, I could see him. Rotating slowly on a spinny chair, he was made of stone. The counselor was at his desk, asking pointless questions. The boy didn't answer them.That Boy - Page 105 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why don't you participate in class? There is no reason to be a slacker, you know how to read and write. I know you do. You may pretend not to. But I know you do."
I didn't answer him. I was sick of him. I never said anything to him, to anyone. Why do they even try? Are they that bored? They know I won't talk to them, why try!?
"We need to see some commitment from you, mister. You need to start doing your work, you need to talk when spoken to, and you need to tell us your name!"
My name? You want to know my name, well tough luck, chubby. No one knows my name. Only I know my name! Wait until he starts guessing again. Then I'll be entirely bored to death!
That Boy - Page 17In history, two periods after science, my friends forced me to come on the other side of the room and talk with them. The teacher was at his desk, letting the class chat and work on our assignments.That Boy - Page 175 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry Harleen!"
"Talk about the dumbest teacher ever!"
"That sucks! You should have just ditched him."
"I'd rather be paired up with a box full of cockroaches!"
"It's the same thing, Jenny!"
They laughed, and shot some glances back at the boy. I felt myself burning with embarrassment!!! He surely heard them!!! "Guys, its fine." I said, looking for something else to change the subject with. "Uh, have you seen Believe Me yet? Everyone says it's a good movie, but I don't know if it's worth the money."
"Yeah, we saw that last weekend." Katie blurted suddenly, obviously annoyed at me. They went and did something... without me? What? Why didn't they invite me?
"Oh, well thanks for inviting me." I laughed a little, kinda meaning what I said, but keeping the atmosphere friendly. Girls in my ga
That Boy - Page 3I told Travis to stop bugging me.That Boy - Page 35 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Travis laughed and said: "It wasn't me-- I swear! It was him!" He pointed to the boy next to him, the boy with the purple hood, the boy who never spoke, and the boy who everyone gossiped about.
Travis wanted to have fun teasing both of us!
The boy ignored us, as always. I muttered, "Shut up and leave me alone." to Travis. He didn't shut up.
"Hey emo, why you picking on my girl?" He teased. My blood flared like someone threw a match in a trail of oil. Was Travis acting like I was his girlfriend!?!
"Hey emo, you know how to talk?" Travis turned his body away from me and stared at the boy.
I felt angry and embarrassed. I focused on my paper in front of me. I didn't want to give Travis any attention to fuel his bullying.
But unfortunately Travis had forgotten about me and was interested now in getting the boy to talk.
Travis kicked the leg of the boy's chair, moving it a centimeter. "Emo freak, say something for once!" Travis laughed.
The boy turned his he
That Boy - Page 27He was laughing! Laughing!!!!The sound made my heart flutter!That Boy - Page 275 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What!?" I laughed back. He came out of the closet, moving some shirt sleeves out of his face, and shook his head, still laughing. "You, you are just so damn funny!"
We both were laughing now. Laughing at each other, laughing about the fact we were laughing! My face was red with embarrassment, my ribs hurt with the laughter! I had just shoved him in my closet, leapt on the bed to try and cover the stain, and used my period as an excuse for it! And don't forget me calling him 'dude'!
He fell into my bed, squeezing his eyes shut and cackling ridiculously. I curled up, holding my stomach. What a crazy morning! We tried to catch our breath, and hold in our laughter. He managed to close his mouth, but still laughed in his throat.
I held myself in a sitting position with my shaking arms and wheezed, "Well... well, I just thought..." I couldn't control myself, I burst out laughing again.
I've never laughed before, it felt s
That Boy - Page 21My mother was cooking dinner on the stove when I got home. She smiled at me, her face filled with love.That Boy - Page 215 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Love. Something he would never know.
I went to my room, looked at myself in my long mirror and imagined cuts and burns on my bare skin. I imagined how it would feel to be abused. I imagined. I imagined.
I cried. I buried myself in my pillow and cried myself to sleep, skipping dinner. My mom came up to check on me. I shriveled away from her, still imagining what he probably felt every day.
I truthfully told her I felt sick, I felt horrible. She told me what every mother tells their kid when they are sick. Every mother except his.
What did she tell him? What did she scream at him? Was she a wasted drunk? A madwoman? A mentally insane creature from hell?
Unable to cry myself to sleep again, I was forced to wallow in my thoughts. I stared blankly out my window, seeing the city lights and the school in the distance. I made myself feel afraid. I held my eyes wide open in the dark. I made m
That Boy - Page 2I never took part in that gossip. I never called him anything mean. All my friends, my big group of popular kids, talked about him. Not me. I changed the subject, or distracted myself.That Boy - Page 25 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
First period was English, which I had perfect grades in. The boy sat in the back, on the other side of the room from me, alone and silent.
Second period was Math. He was in the front corner, again across the room from me. I tried to keep my grades high in Algebra, but I admit; it was hard!
Third period was Computer Tech. We did essays on Microsoft Word, and graphs on Excel. When our assignments were done, we could go online and play games or surf the net. The boy wasn't in that class.
Fourth period was dance. He wasn't in that class either, of course! Almost all of my girlfriends were in that class with me. Stacy, Mira, Karalee, Jenny, Sammy, and Sierra.
We were the popular girls in eighth grade; we filled up three whole tables at lunch, surrounded by our boyfriends and fellow top dogs.
That Boy - Page 25*~*~*~*That Boy - Page 255 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't want to wake up. I want to dream still, dream about him, about how it felt outside at night. I wanted to still dream about him. Him. That boy.
Was it a dream? Do I want to find out if it was or wasn't? Did I want it to be real?
I gathered up the strength to open my eyes. I was lying sideways on my bed, diagonally across the bottom corner.
It wasn't a dream! He was there, in front of me!!!
He was on his back, his exposed face peaceful, his emo-ish black eye-shadow covering his eyes. His hair was dirty and stringy, his purple hoodie coated on one side with dried blood.
He fell asleep with ME, on MY bed, in MY room, in MY house!!! God, I was such a girl!!!
I wanted him to say here forever.
I wanted him to feel safe like this forever.
I wanted him next to me forever.
It was a memorable moment, a perfect moment. It was short lived.
I heard my father coming up the stairs. The sun was out; I was supposed to be downstairs getting ready for school!!! My dad was coming to wake me
That Boy - Page 13In history, the teacher addressed the kids at the beginning of class. "Today we are going to watch a documentary. Class, this video will take the whole period, so you can put your notebooks away. If there is too much talking, you'll have to take fifteen notes. Just a little warning, there is some violence and... pictures in this video, okay? I know you are all mature enough to handle it."That Boy - Page 135 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some kid raised his hand. "Like, is it bloody or something?" The teacher made a face. "No not really, it's just it's not too bad, but I'm just warning you to be mature about it okay?" The teacher started the projector and turned off the lights.
Across the room, I saw Jake whisper to his buddies, probably making a comment about a movie he saw with gore in it.
I knew a lot of my friends who had weak stomachs and hated blood and stuff. Some were in this class, it would be funny to see their reactions. I kept my notebook out so I could doodle my dance costume. Red and black. So pretty. I used
That Boy - Page 39After another few minutes of hearing nothing but water running down the gutters, I lay down and tugged my hood further over my head so the rain wouldn't ruin my black eyeliner.That Boy - Page 395 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Harl huffed out a soft laugh. "This might take a while." She stayed sitting up, much to my liking. I hate copycats.
"They'll do it." I assured her, closing my eyes. I felt her gaze on me. After a while, she asked the question I hoped she wouldn't. "Are you really in a criminal group... J?"
I opened one eye and peeked from under my hood at her. I couldn't figure out her emotions. She wasn't scared, but she was sort of concerned about something. I wondered if she'd lose some of her liking of me if she knew the truth. I wondered if she was hiding some fear. Fear of me?
"......It's complicated..........You wouldn't understand." I told her quietly, closing my eyes again. It was so complicated, you have no idea Harl.
"J, I just want to know the truth." She turned to face me, keeping her voice soft a
That Boy - Page 6The next day was the same. Talk about the emo boy, who had an outburst yesterday at Travis. Teenage drama, the usual.That Boy - Page 65 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The boy was silent, as always. He was in the morning classes, but not in fifth period. He probably got checked out. The whole rest of the day, I didn't see him.
He wasn't in history, and his seat cast an unusual emptiness. After school, I grabbed my coat from my locker and walked home.
My route home was easy and lasted fifteen minutes. My friends pitied me and offered rides home. I told them it wasn't far to walk.
My route home: From the school, I walked to the bridge that overpassed the highway. From there I walked along the main road, passing a few junky stores. Then I turned into my abandoned neighborhood street and turned left, where I went in through my chain link, backyard door.
As I approached the bridge today, the wind picked up, sending my blond hair everywhere! I stopped and leaned by a tree, tying my hair up in two ponytails on the sides of my head.
I liked m
That Boy - Page 30My friends were still whispering about me, a couple of them approached me and asked what my problem was. I told them nothing was wrong. I totally had forgotten about Katie. They were puzzled. They were confused. It was funny how much they rely on gossip.That Boy - Page 305 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Katie HAD told lies about me. She said I hit her or tripped her or something. Depends on who you ask. I told them it wasn't true. Some believed me, some didn't. I didn't care, I had realized I didn't need them; their social ladder was weak and always changing. I was better off with J's small stepping stool.
Just two steps, him being the only one above me. Second place was where I belonged. I liked being in second place. I liked being a supporter.
I had changed, literally overnight. The five minute bell rang; everyone put away their books and waited by the door. I tried not to look sad as I leaned against the wall.
The bell rang, and I slipped through the hallways to third period. Computer class. I was still lost in my thoughts; I didn'
That Boy - Page 15I rolled my eyes and ate my licorice. My attention wandered, along with my eyes, around the lunchroom. Where did that boy go when it was lunch? Outside? The teachers would catch him. And it was in the middle of winter! He was never, ever in the lunchroom.That Boy - Page 155 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I heard Jake say, "Whadda you think Freako thought of it? Do ya think he was scared?" They were talking about the documentary video we saw yesterday.
Travis laughed. "No, he was probably asleep the whole time!"
I blocked out their conversation. Or tried to, at least. I couldn't stop my blood from boiling when Travis had a second thought. "Maybe we should show him what was on the video, so he doesn't flunk the test."
My girlfriends were in their own little conversation, un-knowing of what I was hearing.
His guy friends paused a second, thinking about what he said. "What? What, do ya mean ? Ha! Funny Travis."
"No really, we'd be doing him a favor! We don't want him to fail the class do we?" Travis lowered his voice, seriously speak
That Boy - Page 12I couldn't get him out of my head even more now!That Boy - Page 125 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Days passed, we didn't talk again. Travis still pestered him in class, but not a whole lot. My friends never knew we talked, so thank god I wasn't the center of attention at our lunch table.
Things were back to normal... on the outside. On the inside; I never stopped thinking about him! His unique voice, telling me 'not to get involved, not to be my friend'.
What did that mean? Involved in what? I still thought he was talking about the social game.
It was the end of first quarter, and second quarter was starting. A lot of classes had new seating charts. You can guess what happened. Yep, I ended up sitting behind, in front, or next to him in every class. So much for 'leave me alone'.
In Gymnastics, we were practicing a routine for a performance in front of the whole school! I WAS SO EXCITED! I was best in that class, and I couldn't wait to be in the spotlight, to be recognized for something I was flawless at!
Our theme was a circus! We go
That Boy - Page 53I scratched the branch under me with my dirty nails, feeling the tough wrinkles in the thick skin of the tree. After a while of staring at the never-changing grey sky, I slid my hand in my hoodie pouch and brought out the handgun I stole from Officer Gordon. It wasn't clipped very securely in his holster, and he didn't notice it was missing from his belt when he left. I smirked and examined the elegant weapon. I easily identified it as a Pietro Beretta, the common police corps firearm. I read the "MOD.92FS-CAL9" Printed on the muzzle over a dark red stain; old rust-like blood that had waited too long to be washed off. The thought of Gordon killing someone was an absurd idea to me. He just seemed too innocent to murder anything. Maybe this gun was someone else's before it was his. The black hole at the tip of the muzzle seemed like a black hole of death.That Boy - Page 534 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked into it with wonder, holding the black plastic grip on the handle with both hands. After staring into that Beretta I closed m
That Boy - Page 24He was just a boy. I couldn't stop thinking that. A fourteen year old, abused, bullied, boy. "Am I the only one... who knows?" I asked.That Boy - Page 245 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah. Besides the nurse. And counselors, and principal, and police." He muttered, wincing.
Oh. Wait what!? The police!? "Were the police sirens tonight...?"
I paused, thinking slowly, carefully. "You ran away?"
"Yeah... my, uh... my dad knew they were coming..." He breathed, calming his nerves.
Oh. Oh god. That made sense now. My stomach floated to my throat sickeningly. "Did you... call the police?"
He didn't answer. About ten different scenarios played in my head. Ten different feelings tortured my stomach, my heart, my headevery part of my body!
"That's a knife wound, isn't it?"
"What are you going to do now?" I gripped the covers of my bed, asking my hands to stop sweating.
"I don't know."
"You can stay here." I offered.
"I don't think so. Its... its not safe."
I thought about that, finding the right thi
That Boy - Page 19We were quiet on the way back to the bridge. I wondered what he thought about me right now. A stupid little blonde who bugged the crap out of him, or a friend? He told me not to be his friend, but I hadn't really left him alone.That Boy - Page 195 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why didn't I leave him alone? What was wrong with me? What do other kids see that I don't? Was I blind as well as stupid? Should I tell him about Travis? Maybe not. It was probably better simpler...if he didn't know the danger he was in.
Or maybe he did know. Was that why he was behind the school? Avoiding them? No, that's not a hiding spot. It's like he was waiting for them. How did he know that they were after him? Does he even know?
It's been ten minutes after school, maybe they already got to him! He's not hurt, did he scare them off? Did they even have the guts, the nerve, the evil urge to come? My head was so messed up right now. I had a million things crashing around in there. We climbed up the ramp of the bridge. The wind was sharper today, and my
That Boy - Page 11Outside, he wandered aimlessly toward the bridge, clearly not really knowing where to go. I urged myself to go talk to him, now that no one was watching. I trotted up to him, trying to act casual. "Hello." I didn't know what else to say.That Boy - Page 115 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh god, say something Harley!!!!! Don't leave the conversation hanging! I lectured myslef. "Um, there's a test on Friday do you want me to help you or something?" I slowly offered, embarrassed.
He glanced over at me, still walking. "No thanks." We walked up the ramp, the wind picking up as we got higher.
"That's fine, I mean, I guess you're lucky, not having to worry about that stuff " I rambled awkwardly. I needed to find another subject to talk about! We were on the top of the bridge, in the middle of the passage, above the speeding cars.
I almost said something else to him, but he interrupted me. "What are you doing?" He stopped suddenly and turned to me. I froze, surprised. "Nothing I'm"
"You're talking to me. No on