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MolLat: Mistake

Raivis cried out, his cheek throbbing from pain. He heard the snickers as he fell to the ground. He looked with teary eyes at the person that punched him.

"Stay out of my way, you little freak," Jason said, before he stalked away. His posse followed after him, still laughing at Raivis's misfortune.

Raivis sniffed before scurrying off to the nearest bathroom. He splashed cold water onto his face before he looked at the mirror, already seeing the swelling in his cheek, and he suspected that it was only a matter of time before the bruising would come.

Tears streamed down his face. It wasn't fair. His parents didn't care about him, and his classmates hated him. He saw everyone with friends and family that cared for them, and he wondered why he was an exception. Why couldn't he have any of this?

Jason was the worst. It was as though he found Raivis's very existence to be offensive. And the Latvian didn't know what he'd done to deserve that hatred.

The bell rang, but Raivis didn't move. He didn't see what the point was. He would just hear his classmates laugh at him because of the growing bruise. And the teacher wouldn't care. Nobody cared about him. Why did he even bother?

He clenched his fists. It wasn't the first time that a certain thought flitted through his mind, but unlike other times, it would not be dismissed. It also provided him with images, and the more he saw those images, the more he liked the thought. He tried one last time to dismiss the thought by thinking of who might be hurt by the fulfilment of that thought, but there was no one. He had no friends, and his family didn't care about him. No one would mourn him.

With a final sniff, he grabbed his bag and stormed out of the bathroom. Class was already in session, which meant that there was no one to see him going upstairs. And there was no one to see him going through the door that led to the roof. There would be no one to stop him.

…

Jason had gone to the roof. He had no interest in sitting in a classroom and listening to the teacher drone on about things that he didn't care about. Besides, his head had no interest in allowing him to focus on what a teacher had to say. His brain was occupied with other things.

For some reason, Raivis's eyes were haunting him. He was sure he'd seen tears there, and this wasn't supposed to bother him, but this time it made him feel guilty. Raivis intruded on his thoughts too much already, but this time there was something else about it.

Jason jumped when the roof's door opened. For a moment, he was worried that it might be one of the teachers, but the figure was too short. Jason relaxed, before he scrutinised the other figure. It took him a moment to recognise Raivis. What was he doing there?

Jason remained still as he saw Raivis going towards the edge of the roof. He had a bad feeling, which only increased when he saw the Latvian remove his bag. There was a small wall separating the roof and the open space beyond, and when Raivis climbed onto the wall, Jason realised that he couldn't just sit there any longer.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jason yelled, pushing himself to his feet.

Jason realised his mistake as Raivis lost his balance. While the Latvian was still struggling, Jason managed to reach him. He grabbed Raivis by the arm and yanked him back, away from the edge.

"Let go of me!" Raivis exclaimed, struggling against Jason's grip. "What are you doing?"

"That's what I want do know!" Jason exclaimed. "What were you thinking? Were you trying to kill yourself or something?"

Raivis stopped struggling. He looked up at Jason, anger clear in his tear-filled eyes.

"And what would it matter to you if I was?" Raivis asked. "Shouldn't you be happy? Or, would you rather be the one that does it instead?"

Jason felt cold when he heard those words. He released Raivis, and the Latvian lurched himself away, watching him warily.

"What… what makes you think that I'd want to kill you?" Jason asked.

Raivis only scowled. Jason's eyes drifted to the growing bruise on Raivis's cheek, and he realised that he didn't exactly give the other male a reason to think that he'd want him to be around.

"I'm so sorry," Jason whispered. "I didn't mean for you to… Look, I don't hate you or anything."

"Then why do you beat me up?" Raivis challenged. "Why do you call me names? Why do you like seeing me cry?"

Those words made Jason feel even guiltier. He gripped his hair, trying to think of a way to explain it.

"Because… I don't know what's wrong with me," Jason admitted. "I don't know how to process any of this, and I don't know what to do about it, and I don't want anyone to see. But… I think I-I like you. A lot."

He looked up when he heard Raivis's derisive snort.

"If you really liked me," Raivis said, "then you wouldn't give me bruises. I get enough of those from my dad, and he made it very clear that he doesn't love me."

Jason was startled when he heard that easy admission.

"You… your dad beats you?" Jason asked.

"Are you surprised?" Raivis asked. "It's easy to hate me, after all."

Jason felt sick when he realised that Raivis was essentially repeating the words he'd heard spoken to him. Words that Jason himself had told Raivis.

"I… I'm really sorry," Jason said. "I shouldn't have…"

Raivis looked away, back towards the empty space.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Raivis asked.

"Skipping class," Jason replied. "I guess it's a good thing too."

Raivis gave him a look that suggested that he didn't agree. Jason felt even guiltier.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about all of this," Jason said.

"No, you're not," Raivis said. "You're just saying that now because you think it's going to stop me from jumping. But tomorrow, everything will be exactly the same way. You're going to beat me up, you're going to laugh at me, you're going to make other people laugh at me, and you're going to say something bad to me. That's how it is."

Jason winced at those words. He realised that he hadn't given Raivis a reason to trust him. He also realised that his confession could never be believed. He hurt the Latvian, and he didn't know if he could fix it.

"Let me try to make it up to you, alright?" Jason asked. "Like… What are you doing after school?"

Raivis narrowed his eyes, but he remained silent.

"I'll take you out for ice-cream or something," Jason said. "Just… Please, give me a chance, alright?"

Raivis looked back to the wall, before he sighed.

"Fine," Raivis said. "But don't think I believe you. I'll give you a chance. And if it turns out you're lying… that's on your conscience."

Jason understood. Raivis was broken, and he couldn't handle a betrayal of trust. While he wasn't outright threatening to jump, it was still clear that he didn't think that he would be able to go on if he was proven right that no one cared about him.

Raivis threw one last look towards the empty space before he went back to the roof's door. Jason watched him leave, before he groaned. Because of his own inability to handle his emotions, he broke someone he might care about. And he needed to fix it.

He'd made a huge mistake.

So, this whole 'bullying someone because you secretly like them'… I'm not a huge fan. You can't subject someone through abuse and then expect them to reciprocate your feelings or anything. There would need to be a lot of restoral of trust, and a lot of work would need to go in making any sort of relationship like this work.

That being said… Someone bullying someone else because they're in denial of their feelings for that person is something I have in mind for another story (though it is a small part). The story in question is a horror, so you can tell that it wouldn't go well.