I Am Happy... by Evil Angel97 (popular novels TXT) 📕

"Come on. Let's get to art before I rip one of their heads off." I jumped at the voice in my ear but just nodded my head. I led him through the cafeteria and out the back doors to head across the quad. Suddenly I heard a thunk behind me and turned to see Isaac's bag on the ground.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him and back at his bag. "You're going to be late."

I went to pick his bag up but he was faster then me and was all ready swinging it behind him. "I don't care if I'm late for art. I had a record back at my school. Too many fights because all the kids were giving me shit for being gay. That's why my parents sent me down here." I must have looked surprised because he just rolled his eyes. 

I watched as he slid down to the ground and pulled a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Holding them out to me he said, "Want one?" I rolled my eyes, but took them anyways.

"So, what's with that whole 'you fucked the teacher' thing? Did that actually happen? If it did, I'm not judging or anything. Just wondering if there's actually a reason for me to kill those ass holes in the school." I couldn't help but chuckle. 

"No. It didn't happen. Something else did. But, I'm not getting into that because I'm still having problems with it."

He looked perplexed, but didn't question me further. "Want to ditch?" I looked at him and just smiled. "What? I figured I might as well get a head start on my record here. I usually try to wait at least a day. But I figured I'd mix things up." 

I just shook my head and started laughing. "Get to class. I'll be waiting here when you get back. I'm keeping your lighter by the way. Lost mine about a week ago." He just stood up and looked at me trying hard not to laugh, it seemed. 

"Fine. But only if you let me come over to your house later. I don't have any friends and I think you're going to be my new best friend." I must have looked absolutely terrified because he walked off laughing hysterically.

So much for the hope of a peaceful day after school. I was not taking him to my house. But I could at least show him around town. Just then I remembered I still had his cigarettes. Oh well. I'd give them back after he came back from class.

I sat down and leaned back against the wall staring up at the sky. How was I going to do this? I kept away from people for a reason. Didnt make friends with people for a reason. Mostly because none of them wanted anything to do with me. But also because I just didn't like people. I had a feeling this kid was going to be different though. Maybe I could actually try and be nice to him...

I heard the bell ring and knew that Isaac was probably sitting in the back of the class glaring at the trio who threw the water at me. Why he threatened to kick their ass so fast I didn't know. I really didn't care. All I knew was that if he got himself into trouble on account of me I was not taking any credit for it. When the second bell rang I knew that class was starting. 

And something else might have been in the making too. A friend...

I had basically dreamed through the rest of the day. So when I was suddenly grabbed from behind and backed into a corner I was completely caught off guard. I started throwing punches until I heard, "God damn! You can hit hard for a girl." I opened my eyes only to see Isaac rubbing his arm.

"Fucking a! I know you're new and all. But you should know better than to back people into corners. Shit." I straightened my bag on my arm and looked at him. "Oh, you left your cigarettes with me by the way." I took them out of my bag and handed them to him. He took them without comment. 

"I think you agreed to something earlier by the way." I looked at him, confused, before I remembered. 

"I'm not taking you to my house. I will however show you around the town. My parents won't be home for at least three more hours. And if my siblings kill eachother, well, I'll be an only child." He looked at me and realized I was dead serious about the last remark. He was about to say something when something caught his attention.

"Turn around you idiot." I looked over his shoulder only to see Mark Bradley. The kid who threw the water at me earlier. 

"Yeah. I'd like to get a clear shot at her head. If your sorry ass is in the way, I can't really do that. We'll let you go back to whatever the hell you were doing after."

He looked at me and I instantly read a look of 'trust me' on his face. Shit. "No. I don't think I'll move. Actually, I was about to steal her iPod. But somebody interrupted me. Do you mind?"

Collective looks of shock ran through everybody around us. "Yeah, actually, we do mind. Move it." 

He moved in front of me protectively and crossed his arms. "Oh, no. You are not protecting her. God, just what we need. I'm going to tell you, if you piss her off nobody's going to have any sympathy for you."

"No, I'm not protecting her. Fine. If you want to throw what ever you're throwing at her, go ahead. I'll get the damned thing later." He started moving away and I saw him throw a look back at me. This time he had sorry written all over him. 

"Great. Move." He side stepped awkwardly to the other side of the hall way. I closed my eyes and waited for whatever it was. I didn't feel anything and was about to open my eyes to see what they were doing when I felt it. Eggs. In my hair. Great.

I opened my eyes to see them walking down the hall way and Isaac looking at me. "I am so sorry. I thought it was just going to be something minor. You took the water so well earlier." I looked at him and just shrugged. 

"Nothing new. I'm used to it. Hey, any chance you mind sitting at my house while I take a shower?" He shook his head and said, "Nope. As long as you don't have any problems with me reading your diaries." I groaned and sank to the floor. This was going to be a royal hell. That's when it hit me.

"Shit! Shit, fucking, god damnit! Any chance you can drive?" He looked at me and I explained, "It's my turn to do dishes. And if I don't do them I'm going to be in for it later." He walked over and kneeled down in front of me. "How about this? I drive you to your house, while you take a shower, I'll do dishes?" 

I couldn't help it. I started laughing. And I couldn't stop. "What? I know how to do dishes." He sounded like I might have actually hurt his feelings.

"It's nothing. I just can't imagine you in my kitchen. And what are you going to say if one of my siblings walks in?"

He considered this for a minute before shrugging. Standing up he held his hand out to me and said, "I don't know. Guess we'll see. Come on, that stuff's hard to get out of hair when it dries." I took his hand and got pulled to my feet. 

"By the way, you ever try to steal my iPod or my phone, and you will get fingers broken." He just grinned and pointed to the doors. "Let's go."

Walking out the doors of the school I could feel people staring at me. I pulled my hood up over my head self consciously. Ducking my head as I walked through the cars, I could feel Isaac watching me too. I shrunk down in on my self until we got to a truck. Nice truck too.

"Okay, you steal my stuff, I'm stealing your truck. Damn dude." He looked it over and said, "Not that big of a deal. My parents felt so bad when I came out. Because they felt like the things they had said made it harder for me. So, as an apology, I got this." I felt bad saying it, but I couldn't help it. 

"My parents don't like it. Any of it. When I came out, they took me to the nearest church. My whole family's condemned me. I had to buy all of this stuff. The second I'm eighteen they're kicking me out. Still have two years." He looked at me with a pitiful look in his eyes again. "And do me a favor. Don't look at me like that. I hate it when people look at me like that."

"Oh, sorry." He was opening the driver's side door to his truck. I opened the door and hesitated.

"What?" He was watching me now. "I'm not going to hurt you. I don't think I'd have much of a chance anyways."

"I have milk, water, and egg all over me. Before you ask about the milk, this morning in the cafeteria. I smell horrible from it." He just shrugged and gestured to the seat. "Get in the damn truck or I'll drag you in." I looked at him to see if he was serious. He was. Dead serious. 

Pushing my bag in I grabbed hold of the handle and swung myself in. "Put your seatbelt on. And then show me where to go."

I started directing him. About half way through the drive I pushed the seat all the way back and put my feet up on the dashboard. He glanced over at me and I could see him grinning out of the corner of my eye. 

"Right there. That's it." He double checked to make sure I was talking about the right house. "That's your house? It's so, bright. And cheerful... What the hell happened to you?" I glared at him and started opening the door. "Okay. Sorry, not funny." He shut off the engine as I closed the door a little harder than necessary. "Ouch. Watch the truck. It didn't do anything to you." 

"The truck's fine. It's not as big of a sissy as you." I mock punched him in the arm. He rubbed it and I looked at him. "That did not hurt. Bruised from earlier?" He nodded his head.

"Then be nice. Come on. I'll show you where everything is. Stay out of any rooms I tell you to stay out of. And make sure there's no chance anybody would know that you were here." I directed him around my kitchen, the living room, and then up the stairs to my room and bathroom. "I'll be out in a few minutes. One advantage of you being gay? I can walk around in a towel and not have it be awkward." I heard him start laughing as