[Brendon]
I sat there waiting for an answer…I mean surely, he wasn't, but I was being dead serious. He looked around and laughed nervously a little. I wasn't sure what was meant by this.
"Well….?" I hinted at him, trying to get him to tell the truth. The smile was wiped from his face.
"I…uhh…" He scratched the back of his head. I knew it. He totally was gay!
"Nevermind…I'm guessing you are. Why didn't you tell me?" I questioned. Ryan was starting to look uncomfortable. I sat there…waiting for an answer, then all of a sudden, he just got up and left.
We didn't speak for ages, probably months, I kind of lost track of the time. Everyone had just assumed that we had broken up…which I guess you could call the technical term for it. Since this had happened, Tayla was back all over me.
"Oh Brendon, I knew you weren't gay!" That's what she said when she found out Ryan and I weren't talking. Personally, I still thought it was none of her bloody business. The day slowly went by, Tayla at my side…me ignoring her. It seemed like everything was back to how it was, and then I noticed, it pretty much was. Ryan wasn't anywhere to be seen.
As soon as the final bell had gone, I'd left the building, completely ignoring what Jon and Spencer were trying to call out to me. I walked home and down to the end of the street to where Ryan lived. I slowed down as I approached the front of his house. I honestly couldn't believe what I was seeing out the front. Ryan was lying on the sidewalk, looking barely conscious. His face was bloodied and bruises were starting to show up on his arms and legs. His nose looked broken, his lips bleeding. I rushed down to his side, not knowing what I should do or think. I heard him mumble something and immediately put my ear to his mouth. His voice was just a whisper, but I managed to understand.
"Save me."