3 Tainted Love 3
Mike was pretty bored the rest of the day. Thorn hadn't talked to him, Razor hadn't insulted him, Ash didn't say anything to make him feel stupid, and Shadow, well Shadow never talked to directly him in the first place.
"You guys wanna go to Village Inn?" Razor asked around 3 o'clock.
"I have somewhere to be?" Shadow said.
"Where this time?" Ash asked the annoyance evident in his voice.
Shadow sighed and rolled his eyes. "Somewhere." He replied.
"I'm getting really sick of this crap," Ash snapped. "What the fuck could you possibly be doing that doesn't involve us?"
"Am I not allowed to have a life away from you?" Shadow asked his voice still calm.
"You never have before. What's changed?" He asked.
"Nothing. I just got a lot of shit going on in my life right now. Is that so hard to imagine?" He asked, raising his voice.
He stood up and walked away. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Ash clenched his hands into fist. "Bye." He stood up and walked away.
Thorn looked worried. "I'm gonna go make sure he's alright." He mumbled.
Mike sighed, all alone now, with Razor. He was pretty sure she still hated him, or at least mildly disliked him.
Mike hesitated before asking, "Why does he care so much if Shadow has stuff to do?"
"Ash has abandonment issues. We're not allowed to talk about him, but there use to be another goth. We called him Graveyard but his real name was Dentin Louis. He was Ash's best friend for a long time. But in 2nd grade Dentin began hanging out with the conformist. It was really slow at first, but he eventually began blowing us off for them. Then he just quit all together. They haven't talked since. That only added more stress to his life. He already had to deal with his parents divorce. Then his dad became an alcoholic." She explained.
"That's fucked up." Mike mumbled.
"Yeah, well all of our lives are." She said.
"Why are you gothic. Your house seemed so happy, and normal." Mike said.
"It pretty much is." She said. "The main reason I'm like this is because my sister isn't, the perfect little conformist bitch. She's away at college right now, but my entire life my parents were saying stuff like 'Why can't you be more like your sister.' And 'Your sister did that when she was your age. Why can't you.' My parents never took the time to realize that I wasn't my sister, no matter how much I looked like her. What really pushed me over the edge is when I placed second in a state wide poetry contest. The only thing they said was 'Your sister would've placed first.' So I try my hardest to be the exact opposite of my sister." She took a drag of her cigarette.
Mike sighed. He found himself wishing that he was back in Elementary school. Back then he could easily pretend the world was perfect. He felt like crying, or screaming, he couldn't quite decide.
"Look, life is gonna suck for some people. It's the way things work. I don't know why, and frankly I couldn't give a crap less." She said.
"You know, that might be the most intelligent thing I've ever heard." Mike said.
"Yeah well, don't get used to it. I'm not gonna spurt out some ancient Chinese prophecy bullshit every time you have a problem, got it."
"Yeah."
"Well we might as well go home." She said standing up.
"I'll see you later." Mike said waving.
"Whatever." She turned and walked away.
Mike didn't feel like going home just yet. He walked over to the park and sat on a swing.
"Well I had to see it to believe it." Someone said.
Mike looked up. "Trevor?" He asked.
"That's me," He said, sitting on the swing next to Mike.
"I haven't seen you in…wow, I don't even know how long it's been," Mike said, staring almost dreamily at Trevor. He had grown up since he last saw him. He was almost a head taller then Mike. He was muscular and had shaggy brown hair. His green eyes seem to sparkle when he smiled.
"Yeah, it's been way to long." Trevor said. "Why haven't I seen you around school?"
"I haven't really been." Mike said, sounding a bit nervous.
"Really? Where have you been?" He asked.
"I've been hanging out around back." Mike told him.
"With the Goths?"
"Yeah, I'm sort of one of them now." Mike said, looking anywhere but Trevor's eyes.
"What?! After what they did to you?"
"There not half bad when you get to know them." Mike defended.
"Sure, maybe not right now, but there gonna walk all over you Mike." Trevor told him.
"They're not like that."
"But Mikie." Trevor covered Mike's hand with his. Mike felt his cheeks heat up. He looked over and Trevor, confused. "I don't think you should hang out with them anymore."
"You don't?" Mike questioned.
"No," Trevor practically breathed. He leaned closer to Mike. Mike leaned as well.
Their lips were merely inches away when Mike saw a flash.
Trevor pulled back and began laughing.
"I can't believe you were actually going to kiss me." Trevor laughed harder. "Did you see that guys." He called over to some guys in the bushes.
"Priceless. We got it on camera." One of them said, waving a small camera above his head.
"What's going on?" Mike asked, confused and slightly hurt.
"Derrick heard you talking to that goth with the red in his hair. He heard you say something about liking me and I just had to test it out." Trevor stood up and walked a couple of steps. "I always knew you were a fag."
If Mike's heart was broken before it was nothing compared to the pain he was currently feeling.
"Take the back." Mike shouted standing up.
"Hmm, let me think about that. No." He said, laughing again.
"I thought you were my friend." Mike said.
"Friend? I was never your friend. None of us were. The only reason we pretended to like you during that stupid vampire fad is because our parents wouldn't let us shop at Hot Topic so we needed you to get the stuff for us." Trevor said.
Mike lunged at Trevor, knocking him to the ground.
"Hey get this psycho off of me." Trevor cried.
Mike was pulled off by the boys that were hiding in the bushes. He struggled agenst their grip, but it was usless.
Trevor stood up and brushed himself off before punching him in the stomache, knocking the wind out of him. Mike coughed and dropped to his knees and the boys let go out him.
"Come on guys, let's leave the queer to cry in peace." Trevor walked away, followed by his lackies.
Mike grabbed a fist full of the ground beneath him, trying hard to get his sobbing under control.
When he was once again calm he stood up and began walking to his house on the other side of town.
"Well at least this day couldn't possibly get any worse." Mike said.
Then, out of nowhere, it started raining.
"Really God? Are you serious?" He yelled angrily at the sky. A loud clap of thunder answered him.
Mike sighed. This was officially one of the worst days in his life.
"It's not smart to be outside when it's raining." He heard someone yelled.
He turned, to see Thorn's head sticking out of a window.
"Come inside before you get hit by lightning," He said. Thorn's head disappeared, and soon the front door opened.
Mike smiled and walked inside
TBC