Chapter 8
I woke up on the mattress in my room and locked my eyes with someone else's greens. Before I could jump up, I noticed that it was Layne and felt awave of relief.
"I thought you were dead," he whispered, moving in closer.
"I think there's a difference between passing out and dying," I muttered loudly.
"And thankfully, you didn't do the second choice."
I rolled my eyes and closed them tightly for a second.
"What were you doing in there anyway? Despite the fact that you looked really upset," he asked.
I shook my head and replied, "It's not important."
"Well, you can't hold it in forever."
He then noticed the bruise and instantly got worried.
"Was it your brother?" He asked, moving in closer to examine it.
"His girlfriend, actually," I muttered, "all because I said something I probably shouldn't have said. But then again, she did call me something else that she shouldn't have said."
"A slut?"
"Um...more like a cunt, actually."
Layne nodded and replied, "I've been called worse things than that. Then again, I'm not a woman so I wouldn't know what phrase would be considered 'hurtful' or emotionally upsetting."
I sighed and replied, "I don't understand why I'm being hated so much. I've been trying to fit in for weeks and I still feel like I'm lost in a crowd of more GaGa kids."
As I placed my head down in my hands, he focused on me and replied, "I don't hate you."
"Thanks," Ireplied sarcastically, assuming that he wasn't serious.
"No. I mean it. I sort of feel like...we're connected in some weird way. Even when we haven't seen or spoken to each other often since we're running around doin' different things. But we have a connection among us Bohemians. We're both different from everyone else, but...we're compassionate at the same time."
We both sat in silence for a while until I mentioned that I never met anyone who had the nerve to understand me up front and lend me their shoulder to cry on...except my brother but this was different. This was someone I've never met who didn't ridicule me...this was someone who actually gave a damn. It wasn't until the hours passed that I found myself facing him in total silence in the warm darkness of night on our sides and made out until we fell into a comforting sleep.
(To be continued...)
