Maurice sat on his assigned number for P.E. while the teachers took roll call. He didn`t listen to what the teachers were announcing, he didn`t care.
Usually Maurice was the kind of person no one would expect of being depressed or even sadistic, but everyone had secrets right? He bit at his nail until it had a sharp point to it, smiling he traced the letter R into his leg, the mark quickly faded.
He glowered at it, and then did it again, this time harder, the nail dug into his flesh and he dragged it in the same motion. He smiled at the blood that was dripping from his leg. He repeated this until he found the bloody name 'Roger' carved in his skin.
He looked up and realized how bad he wanted Roger to be in this period with him, Roger was really his only friend, and Maurice was really the only kid in school who didn`t mind Roger`s batty, psychotic tendencies. Then a familiar face came trudging out of the boys' locker room at the last minute. Roger.
The somewhat tall, taller than Maurice by a little anyways, fair boy with black hair that dangled in his face. He found his way over to Maurice who beamed at the boy, but then quickly remembered his leg and attempted to cover it with his arms.
Roger only gave Maurice a nod before he started stabbing the little ants that passed by his feet.
"I thought you weren`t in this period Rog-?" Maurice stood up and began to run their warm up lap, gotta love P.E. right?
"I scared to many people in the other period, they complained to the counselor. So now I'm here and have to get a psychiatrist. Bloody hell." He spat bitterly while running at Maurice`s side.
"Oh,"
Then it was a somewhat awkward silence as they finished their lap. Once the period was over Maurice sprinted to his locker and threw on his pants like no tomorrow. He didn`t want anyone to see his little scribble on his limb.
When he came out he found Roger, standing in the corner glaring at bugs on the ground like they had just shot him. He truly did look creepy, he was wearing his 'Disturbed' shirt and black pants with his black converse.
"So, school is over huh?" Roger looked up at the curly brown haired boy.
Maurice nodded, "Do you want to come over to my place?"
Roger shrugged, "I don`t care, if you want you can just come over to my place. I don`t want you getting hurt by them anymore. And my parents are gone until next week anyways."
Maurice gulped, how did he know about his parents and the hitting…?
"S-sure… I think I`ll do that…"
With that the last bell of the day had rung and the boys set off.