TW: homophobic content!!

It was past 2 before Myles went back to his room, I was sad to see him go because I felt so safe when he was around. I feel asleep just after he left, as usual facing the wall. I felt better after talking to him, I always do. Falling asleep was a lot easier now.

I woke up late again missing breakfast, I head to my first art class of the term. Myles was seated at the back and his eyes lit up when he saw me walk through the doorway. His glasses placed on his nose bridge perfectly and his hair was wild as usual. I took a seat next to him. He ran through some of the basics with me with things I will need to know for the assessments. His concentration was on the teacher the whole class and it was when she let us do some practical work was when he finally looked at me. He showed me some of his favourite sketching techniques, the best pencils to use for the job and what he did over his holidays.

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Before we knew it, we were halfway through the term and Myles and I hung out every spare second, we had, Grace was being her usual bitchy self, and bullying continued. Whenever I sat with Grace there were many Questions and remarks on my friendship with Myles and I somehow managed to not punch them and instead ignored all of them. Myles still seems unfazed by it all, it's horrible that he just takes it because he knows he can't do anything about it. I do my best to help but it never does much.

It was midweek and I sat in the dining hall in my usual spot in the back corner, waiting for Myles he had a Maths class and his teacher, Mrs peters, hated him. He got kept back every class for no reason other than the fact she doesn't like to see him happy. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, a message from Myles.

Myles: Hey, I’m not gonna make it to lunch soz. Peters kept me back again. Talk later?

Luke: It's ok, good luck with the demon spawn:)

I was amazed he was able to send me the message. Peters seems to see everything, even phones under the desks. I get up from my seat and move towards Grace’s table. The stares when I appeared behind grace and kissed her on the cheek made me feel sick, everyone at the table went silent and Grace turned around with a big smile on her face.

“Hey sweety, here take a seat!” She patted the seat next to her and I sat down with a fake grin at the many people who stared between Grace and me. One of the boys sat back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smirk, he made a devious remark.

“Did ya boyfriend dump ya? Why are you sitting here, huh?” His eyes narrowed to me and some of the other students whispered and made little noises as they stare at me for a reaction. Here we go again.

“He’s busy. And what am I not allowed to sit with my girlfriend? Or are ya Jealous of me having more than one friend?” the two boys sitting next to Mr. I like to make people miserable with my dickhead remarks’ hit him in the shoulder and made faces at his stupidity. He fumbled on his words and eventually got up and walked away. Grace leant over and wrapped her arms around my bicep and asked to talk to me in private. Walking out of the hall was dreading enough, students told us to ‘be quick’ and ‘don’t get caught’ when I really knew Grace was gonna kill me for standing up to that guy. She pushes me into an empty classroom, and I almost fall over a desk from the force. I was not expecting this.

“Are you fucking serious?! You just ruined everything! He was the only person I had left to be friends with you! I can’t have you hanging around with that… fag!” she whisper-yelled at me and I wanted so bad to hit her for calling Myles that.

“What did you just call him? Are you fucking kidding me?! You seriously think some dickhead, who offended not only me but my only friend here, would be a good ‘friend’ to me? No, you just wanna fuck him and getting him on good terms with me is the easiest way to do it! I know how this works, Grace! As much as I don’t want to, I do!” I yelled back not giving a fuck who could possibly hear me. I push past her and leave to my next class, even though it’s still early in the break I’ll sit there till class starts.

Im sick of this place.