It had been a week since I had moved to my mom's house . In the few days that I'd stayed there, I had seen how everybody loved and cared for one another.

I got more and more angry each passing day that I had got to witness there affection towards one another.

I was reminded of how I had been deprived of love and affection since I was a child. At no point in my pathetic life had anyone hugged me and told me that I was loved and cared for, I had grown up thinking that everybody despised me.

I especially hated how Angela thought that she could just waltz back in my life and acted like nothing happened, like I could just forget about how she abandoned me to live with a toxic father.

No, it wasn't that simple . I could never forgive her, I was better off dead than leaving with pretentious people who could throw me out of their lives once they got to learn how much of a broken mess I was.

So I decided not to open up to them in any way.

.....

My alarm clock went off , signaling the start of senior year, at a new school. "ahg!!." I groaned.

I had dreaded that day ever since Angela decided that I'd be joining Evie at her high school at the beginning of the semester, which was today.

"Fuck." I muttered into my pillow. "I don't want to go to any fucking school. Ahg!!"

Don't get me wrong though , I loved school, but not the school where you found a lot of kids and teachers learning in various classes, no, I was used to the type of school where it was just me and an online tutor learning inside the comfort of my own study.

I had been home schooled my whole life, scratch that, I had been homeschooled since freshman year, when I was outted to the whole school for being gay.

It made my father decide to get me homeschooled.

Don't be deceived, it wasn't a good gesture of a typical father to get his son away from a toxic school that bullied him for being gay, no, it was a way for my father to keep me locked up, away from people so that he could abuse me even more without having me report him to the authority.

Which I wouldn't do anyway, because it was like we had made a silent pact, him abusing me and getting away with it and me taking it like a good child I was. 'Classic right?'

" come here you son of a bitch." My father slapped me on my face, "who gave you the right to be gay in my house." He shouted. "My son is no faggot." He said it more to himself than me . He took an empty bottle of tequila and smashed it against my head.
"Dad no." I sobbed. "Don't call me that you piece of shit, I'm not your father. You need to get yourself straight or I'll give you a painful death."
" b-but dad I c-c-can't co-control it. I-i didn't choo-" I stuttered through sobs.
Pak!! my father slapped me again
"You can't control it? " another slap. "Get yourself fucking straight you hear me? I don't want to speak of this topic again. You are fucking straight, get that through your thick skull. I won't have a faggot son to taint my reputation. From now onwards you will be home schooled, I can't fucking Let an abomination like you running around giving me a bad name. Do you understand that" I nodded . Pak. Another slap. "Use your fucking words Skylar , do you get me"
" Yes s- sir" I stuttered.
"Good. Now get to your room and reflect on everything I've told you before I murder you." He shouted.
I ran up to my room and cried . I knew crying wouldn't fix anything thing, but I cried anyways. My dad couldn't accept me for who I was.....

.....

Tears streamed down my face, I always ended up sobbing everytime I thought about all the torture I had gone through.

I looked up to my top drawer where I kept some of my things, I opened it and took out my razer . I began to cut myself on my wrists. " I'm a fucking coward." I muttered to myself through quiet sobs.

" you still hurt me even when you're fucking dead." I let out an hysterical cry. I put down my razer and began pulling at my hair. " you're fucking dead, leave me alone."

I knew it was terrible how I got to hurt myself with a razer everytime I had a mental breakdown, but I couldn't help it and no one was there to stop. My dad knew about how I used to self harm, he would leave razers in the house for me to find anytime I needed one.

It was like an encouragement on his side for me should continue cutting and hoped that one day I bleed out to my doom.

.....

I went downstairs after I bandaged my new cut and prepared myself for school. I was wearing a black t shirt, a black jacket, a black jean ripped on the knees and white air force. Black was my favorite color, it described my life perfectly.

"You are finally here" Evie said "what took you so long? We need to be early at School . There's so much that I got to show you"
" nothing , just woke up late." I lied.

"Well you need to set an alarm clock to avoid making me late in future. " She deadpanned.

" hey darling, how are you?"
Angela spoke up as she entered the living room. I was still uncomfortable whenever Angela used endearments on me.

"I'm fine thanks." I answered her.
" are you ready for your new school"
I shrugged."I guess..."

Gerald joined us, " hey man you ready?" He asked me with his ever so bright persona . I nodded.

Then flinched, I expected a slap on my face for not using my words, but it never came. I guessed it was a reflex, always expecting a beating for trivial matters.

But things were different, I guessed, he wouldn't harm me. He wasn't Marcel Varetti, he was Gerald Cowell, a jovial person.

.....

Evie and I arrived at the school, it was absolutely chaotic.

Kids were pulling up their cars in the student parking lot, some were chatting with their friends and others rushing to the entrance door, probably to meet their friends and catch up on the new gossip.

Evie directed me to the principal's office where I was supposed to register and collect my schedule for my required classes.

I knocked on the door and heard a muffled, " come in." I entered, "Good morning sir?" I greeted in a small voice that came out like a whisper.

"Good morning, you must be Skylar Varetti?"

"Y-yes sir, I'm here to collect my schedule." I replied.
" your schedule," he handed me a piece of paper. " I was going through your results script from your previous teacher... I can see you are a very smart boy keep up the good work lad." He said and pulled out his hand for a handshake.

I gladly shook it and smiled, not a genuine smile though, a forced one to show that I was listening to whatever he was saying .

"Thank you sir, I'll try my best "
"Principal Peters." He pointed out
I just smiled again and headed for the door. " see you around varetti." I hoped not, but I didn't say it out loud and settled for, " see you around principal Peters." And I finally exited the office.

I found Evie waiting for me outside. We walked up to her locker in silence. She took out a book for her first class and then turned to me.

"I have to go to class now , make sure to meet me here at lunch so that I can introduce you to everybody, yeah?"
"Yeah." I answered.

It wasn't like I had a choice anyway. Evie was someone I had learned could get whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it.

....

It was fifth period, lunch time for Juniors and seniors. Classes were boring as fuck. It involved teachers teaching everything that I already knew. So hearing them made me sleep through out all of my classes.

I walked up to Evie's locker, were I spotted her with a girl, a redhead . She was the same height as my sister, she had brown eyes and a sprinkle of freckles around her cheeks.

"Sky, meet my best friend Penny. She said all excited. "Penny, this is my twin brother, Skylar."

I muttered a single "hi " to her but she didn't respond, i began to feel uneasy. 'Why wasn't she saying anything.'

"His real, or my God he is fucking real. Are you real?" Penny screamed after being quiet for 10 seconds.

" I told you I have a twin." Evie said.

" whoa, you guys like have the same eye and hair color. "

I just smiled at her awkwardly. While Evie continued to say,
"Well that's the whole point of being twins dumbass, let's hurry up to the cafeteria so that I can introduce you to the others."
I nodded and we headed to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was lively, with a lot of kids having their lunches and conversing with their friends.

We headed over to the lunch lady to collect our food.

"It's pizza day, yey!!" Penny screeched.

"Yeah , but not the good kind.My sister said matter-of-factly .

We each grabbed a piece of pizza and a fruit punch. I was lead to a table at the far end of the cafeteria, which was occupied by three other kids.

"Hey guys!" Evie grabbed everyone's attention. " This is Skylar, uh my twin brother." She introduced me to them .

There were three boys at the table, the one who sat at the far end, who's name I learned was Martin, had dirty blonde hair, a mascular body, brown eyes and a pale skin.

The other one on the opposite side, Caleb, was a curly brunette, soft blue eyes and huge biceps that showed how much he worked out.

And then one boy who grabbed all of my attention, Wave, he was seated on the opposite side next to Caleb. He had a mascular body, raven black hair, striking green eyes with a tint of grey. His face was well sculptured.

God must have taken his time creating such an Adonis.

he had a sharp jawline, kissable scrumptious lips. His eyelashes were long and and perfectly lined eyebrows. He was to die for and I wouldn't mind having him for myself. But he was probably straight. I sighed.

Everybody stared at me all surprised.

"I didn't know you had a twin brother." Caleb said.

"He used to live with my dad." Evie answered him.

" Well how come you never mentioned him to us?" Martin asked.

" well you never asked." Evie grinned.

Caleb turned to me and said. " hey man nice to meet."

"Nice m-met you too."

" so why did you suddenly move here?" Martin asked.

" My father passed away."

" sorry man" they all said to me with pitied expressions. I just shrugged and answered, " it's fine."

The table became awkwardly silent until Penny brought up a conversion about her injured puppy, everybody seemed to forget about me and focused on penny. To which I was relieved.

For the first time since I went to that table, Wave looked at me , but nothing showed on his face, I couldn't fathom what he was thinking or why he was staring at me .

I smiled at him but he didn't return it , rather he went back to typing on his phone. I kept on stealing glances at him.

At one point he noticed me staring at him and raised a blow at me , i instantly looked down at my food, my face all red and flustered.

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Q: favorite color
A: black, because it explains my personality