“Nick, why did you ever date him?” Molly groaned the next day as I told her what had happened.

                “I don’t know! He didn’t seem creepy when we first started dating!” I cried.

                “When did you finally catch on? After he erased all the contacts in your phone and deleted your facebook, or when he tacked pictures of you guys together all around his room, or when he talked about you guys getting married, or when he watched you sleep, or wh-”

                “I get it, I get it! Kenneth’s a creepy stalker!” I said, slapping my hands over my ears. “Stop reminding me!”

                Molly rolled her eyes at me. “Okay, sorry Mr. Drama-Queen.”

                “That doesn’t even make sense!”

                “It doesn’t have to. The problem here is what you’re going to do about Kenneth. Oh! Here’s an idea! STAND UP TO HIM!”

                I winced. “Inside voices please.”

                Molly narrowed her eyes at me. “Nicholas Nathan Bradley, you stand up to Creep Kenny, or I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass it’ll end up in Narnia!” she snapped.

                “Molly, that is disturbing and disgusting.”

                “I’m not a gentle little lady like you, dipshit. You need to tell Kenneth off, or else Phil is going to kill you,” she said, glaring.

                “Molly, I can’t be mean,” I said miserably.

                “Nick, has Phil taught you nothing?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips. Oh my lanta. Here comes sassy Molly.

                “He’s taught me what true pleasure feels like.”

                “Not sex!” Molly face-palmed herself. “Nick, I’m serious. You need to stand up to Kenneth, or else your ass is going to get kicked. And not just by Phil, either.” She glared at me.

                “I hate everyone,” I moaned, falling back on my bed.

                Molly pulled me back into a sitting position and slapped me. I whined and rubbed my cheek, pouting deeply. Gah. Jerk!

                “Nick, stand up to Kenneth. It’s the only way you’re getting out of this. Now my mom is here to pick me up. You have until Friday to grow a pair and tell that stalker to fuck off!” she snapped, standing up.

                She smiled at me and hugged me tightly. “I love you Nicky! Even if you are a pussy.” I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed before leaving my room. I heard my front door shut a few seconds later.

                Cujo padded into my room and barked, his tail wagging. I began to stroke his fur and sighed deeply. “Oh Cujo. I hate this,” I whined.

                I got ready for bed and slipped under my covers. Cujo jumped up and curled up on the end of my bed, on top of my legs.

                “Yep, just break my legs. I don’t need them or anything,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. I shut my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep.

                                                                                                ***

                “You told me think about it. Well, I did. Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore. I’m tired of begging for the things that I want. I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor.”

                My hand slapped around until I had turned my alarm off. I moved to get up and fell flat on my face on the floor.

                “Cujo,” I groaned, realizing he was still sleeping on my legs. I struggled to free them and Cujo whined as I did so.

                “Oh hush,” I said, rolling my eyes and standing up. “Now that you’ve broken my oh so beautiful face.”

                I went to the bathroom and showered quick before doing my hair. I threw my clothes on and ate breakfast. I tied my shoes on and went outside, catching the bus.

                I went inside of school and searched around until I had found Molly. I groaned and rested my head on her shoulder, hating my life. Great. Kenneth and Phil to deal with today. Wonder-fucking-ful.

                “You’ll survive Nicky,” Molly assured, patting me on the head sympathetically. “Just tell the stalker to fuck off.”

                “Molly, it’s not that easy,” I whined.

                “Sure it is. And, oh, here he comes!” she said and smirked.

                My head jerked up as I finally noticed Kenneth making his way over to us. He stepped up to me and grinned, eye raping me.

                “You look as attractive as always,” he said with a wink.

                “Fuck off Kenneth. You’re creepy,” Molly said in disgust, glaring at him.

                “Molly,” he said flatly. “I never liked you. Bitch.”

                “You don’t like me because I’m Nick’s best friend, you stalker. Leave Nick alone. He’ll never get back with you,” Molly said with a shrug.

                Kenneth grinned again. “I beg to differ. Right, Nick? Wouldn’t want your little secret getting out, would you?” he asked smugly.

                “I don’t have a secret,” I lied, trying to hide my panic. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn’t life just be all sunshine and butterflies and rainbows?

                Why was I so god damn gay?

                The bell exploded and I jumped. Molly grabbed my hand, flipped Kenneth off, and dragged me away to first period.

                When lunch came around, I sat down at our usual table and watched miserably as Molly led Angel and Phil out to me. Phil had a distracted look on his face, and I frowned.

                “Phil, what happened to your arm?” I asked, nodding at it.

                He had four long, fairly deep cuts that trailed from his upper arm all the way down to his fingers. He looked down at the cuts and frowned, as if just noticing them.

                “None of your business kid,” he snapped.

                “Nick,” I said, glaring. “My name is Nick. Not kid.”

                “Oh yea,” he mumbled and dropped his eyes to the table.

                “Don’t you have food?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Phil shrugged and shook his head.

                “No money,” he said with another shrug.

                Angel slid his tray over to Phil. “Have some of mine,” he said, tossing a fry into his mouth. Phil nodded a thanks at him and began to nibble on food.

                I stared at him in confusion. Something was wrong with him. He wasn’t acting like his usual mood-swingy self today. He seemed…sad. Like something had seriously upset him.

                “Phil, is something wrong?” I asked.

                Phil glared at me. “Nothing’s wrong. Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, his mood-swings apparently back.

                “Still hung over?” I asked, taking a sip of Arnold Palmer.

                “Nope. Although I’m glad I can remember Friday night. You were the best I’ve had in a while,” he said and winked at me, as if Molly and Angel weren’t sitting right there. I rolled my eyes. Nice to know.

                He bit into a fry thoughtfully. “Help me afterschool again. Just you. Not her,” he said, jerking his thumb at Molly, who rolled her eyes.

                “I didn’t want to help you anyways,” she grumbled. Phil ignored her.

                “Oh I’d love to,” I said sarcastically, glaring at Phil.

                Phil smirked. “I know you’d love to. Come to my house. My mom is working tonight. I’ll find you afterschool and we can take my bus home.”

                I shrugged as the bell rang. I jumped up and pulled Molly with me, just wanting to get away from Phil. Great. I couldn’t stand the kid when he had mood-swings, and he creeped me out when he didn’t. If I was Phil’s mom, I probably would’ve left him in a Wal-Mart and hidden away, never having to deal with him again. Or something like that.

                I nearly screamed as Kenneth seemed to appear out of nowhere, standing in front of me with that smug look of his. I stopped before I could run into him and he chuckled.

                “I saw you out there with Phil, Nick. Just remember that you have until Friday to get back together with me,” he said, winking before walking away.

                “Molly, can you kill me? Please?” I begged.

                Molly rolled her eyes. “No I can’t, Nick. God only knows what your crazy mother would do to me if I killed you,” she said with a sigh.

                She pulled me to our next class. The day seemed to fly by and then the final bell was ringing, releasing me. Why did school always end so fast when I didn’t want it to?

                I met up with Phil in the hallway and followed him to his bus. We sat down together and I tried to look bored instead of awkward. I had to keep up the tough act, despite how attracted to Phil I was becoming. Yep. I was definitely starting to crush on his crazy self.

                We got off at his house and he led me inside and to his bedroom. I stared at his bed, the bed we had made love on just a few nights ago. Oh, this tutor session should be fun.

                Phil sat on the floor and I sat across from him. He pulled out History homework and frowned at it, his childlike curiosity reemerging. “I don’t understand this,” he said, pointing to a list of vocabulary words.

                I sighed and looked at them, beginning to explain them to Phil. He scribbled things down as I talked, looking fascinated again. Oh my lanta Phil. You confusing piece of sexy.

                The sound of a door opening reached our ears. Phil froze and slowly looked up. “Ah shit,” he groaned quietly. “I thought she was at work.”

                I watched him curiously as he shifted and stood up. He watched his bedroom door as the handle turned. The door opened, and then all hell seemed to explode.

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A.N.- Aha, I'm sorry it sucks so bad. I haven't been home to write, but I wanted to update. I'm not really in writing condition xD