The rest of the week went by decently alright. Edward hadn't been at school since Monday. No one really knew why, but there were rumors. He was sick, he's visiting family, he ran away. I hate high school. Why do people have to make rumors and try to ruin other people lives?
Here I was, sitting outside during Fridays lunch hour. Angela had accidentally asked just a bit too loudly what my type of man was and Jessica had over heard.
When we were walking towards our table at the beginning of lunch, the let Angela sit down but had quickly spread out, refusing to let me sit. Jessica had called me a stupid fag who didn't belong with the normal kids and the whole cafeteria had laughed at me. I bolted from the cafeteria after make knocked my tray out of my hands.
So here I was, sitting against a tree on the edge of the schools grounds, bawling my eyes out. I was an ugly crier. I didn't want anyone to see me. The saddest part wasn't that I was outed and humiliated though.
No. The saddest part was that Angela had just shrank in on herself. She didn't try to defend me and she didn't follow after me. That hurt the worst. I had really hoped she would be my first real friend besides Jake. Now I had no one.
This was one reason I left Phoenix so easily. I was treated like shit at my old school, and I had really hoped it would be different here. I wasn't trying to hide my sexuality, I just hoped it would have taken a bit longer to happen.
Wiping at my eyes, I stand up on unsteady legs and make my way towards my truck. Opening the door slowly, I pull myself up and into the seat.
I sat there for a moment, trying to get myself to do something, anything. Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my contacts and hover over my dad name.
Closing my eyes, I hit call and press my cell to my ear.
After a few rings, he picks up. "Beau?"
Tears spring loose at his concerned voice. Right, it was school hours. Oh god. I hated it when I had a a break down. It was like my brain reverts to that of a small, scared child. I was told by my old therapist that it was a defense mechanism.
"Daddy..." I let out, sobbing softly into my hand.
"What's wrong? Where are you? School?" His voice is hard, angry. He knew something was seriously wrong when all I could do was cry letting out a lousy yes in reply. This wasn't the first time in my like that I had brokn down. The doctor called it a mix between an anxiety and panic attack.
"Hang on, Beau. I'll be there in less than 10. Take deep breaths." Hearing those words, I hang up, crying into my hands.
True to his word, six minutes later my door is opened and I'm pulled into my dads arma as I cry into his jacket. It takes a while to calm down before I can explain what was going on. And let me tell you. I have never seen my father so angry.
"Come on, Beau." He says, gently guiding me towards the school. I end up following an angry tyrant as we walk through the halls of the school, storming past startled students and staff. We enter the schools office, me clinging onto the back of my dads uniform.
My dad slammed his hands down on the secretary's desk, startling the poor woman. "I want to withdrawl my son from this school. Get me the paperwork. Now."
The startled woman stands up and rushed into the back office. Within minutes, an older man comes out, most likely the principle.
"Chief! To what do I owe this pleasu-..." He trails off after seeing the look on my dads face. His eyes travel towards me and I shrink behind my dad.
"I'm sure she told you why I'm here." He gestured towards the weary woman.
The principle sighs and hands over the paperwork. "We'll need signatures and a reason as to what led to the withdrawl. I'll also have to talk to Mr. Swan alone." Those last words cause tears to spring to my eyes again and I hid behind my dad.
"Hell no. He is underage. He doesn't have to be with any adult alone of he doesn't want to, and I'd say, he doesn't want too." My dad grinds out.
The principle, who I still didn't know the name of, sighs and hands another sheet of paper to my dad. "Then he'll need to get each of his teachers to sign this sheet and he'll have to return any books borrowed back to them."
I timidly take the sheet from dads hand. I could do that. The second I hand the sheet over, they'll know what it is. I won't have to speak to them.
"Cheif Swan? Beau?" A soft, bell like voice drifts from the entry to the office. Everyone in the office looks over at the source od the voice. There in the doorway, stood Alice Cullen. She looked sad.
"I would like to offer up my apologies. I saw what happened and tried to follow Beau after he ran, but I couldn't find him. I can go with him to his teachers, if you're alright with that." She ends, looking at me for approval.
My dad frowns, looking at me for an answer. I nod, slinking towards the small girl, just now noticing she's not that much smaller than I am.
Alice smiles and reaches for my hand, I carefully take ahold of her, allowing her to lead me around the school as we leave my dad to the paperwork. She talks to each teacher, taking charge and glaring at anyone we pass who was laughing, snickering, pointing, or gossiping.
She really was an angel. The only people that seemed to neither judge or ridiculed me, were the Cullens.
Once the last teacher had signed my release papers, Alice led me back to the schools main office. She paused outside the door, turning towards me and gently brought her hands to my shoulders, careful, like she was approaching a startled deer. I don't blame her. I was trying to make myself as small as possible and I was very timid.
"I know todays been terrible. But Beau, I would honestly, and truely like to be your friend. You can rely on me, that is, if you'd like to." Her smile reacher her eyes and had me smiling slightly in return.
I nod and she grins. She reached into her pocket, slowly handing her phone over. I take it and put my number in.
She gently takes it back and smiled as she types away. "There. Now you also have mine. You can message me when ever, for what ever reason. Even if it's just because you need to talk to someone. I'm a great listener." She turns to open the door befor pausing. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "I'll text you when my mom leaves tomorrow. Just so you'll know when to expect her by."
We enter the office, Alice chatting happily next to me the entire time. I listen the whole time, never speaking.
With a wave good bye to Alice, my dad leads me towards his cruiser.
"I'll have someone from the station come get your truck." He answeres as I try to convince him I could drive, but he wasn't having it.
"I took the rest of the day off. We're gonna put you into an online school."
As we pulled away from the school, I noticed the Cullen kids outside by their vehicles, Alice chatting with her hands as she spoke. Everyone of them was looking towards the cruiser. None of them were smiling. They all looked grim, even Rosalie.
Sighing, I sit back against the seat, glancing down at my hands clasped across my lap. Hopefully this weekend will be better than my week has been.