School sucked.

Tyler spent over half of the day crying in the bathroom. He ate lunch alone. He stayed in the bathroom from 10:30 until 3, when school ended.

Josh had a new girl by his side. Everybody was talking about it. Her name was Debby, a beautiful redhead who, Tyler thought, was way more beautiful than him in comparison.

(IM SORRY I LOVE DEBBY)

He watched Josh and Debby walk around holding hands, exchanging spit, and grabbing asses until he finally couldn't take it anymore. How could Josh do that to him? Didn't he love him? He promised he was going to talk to Tyler...

When the final bell rang, Tyler slowly trudged out of the bathroom. He kept his head down as he walked towards his locker, heading in the opposite direction as everybody else.

He broke out in tears again by the time he'd reached his locker. Unfortunately, Josh and Debby stood only feet away at Josh's locker talking about their plans for hanging out later tonight. Josh was supposed to come to Tyler's game.

He couldn't take it any longer. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, slamming his locker shut with a certain force he didn't know he had in him. It gained the attention of the two, who were now staring at Tyler.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" Tyler snarled, eyes narrowing at Josh.

"Wow, someone's in a bitchy mood," Debby chuckled.

Tyler ignored the comment, turning to walk past them.

"Hope you like the taste of my dick on his lips!" Tyler laughed sarcastically, shoulder colliding with Josh's as he walked past, leaving a confused Debby and an angry Josh.

He was unbelievably pissed off. He couldn't wait for his game to take his mind off it. He entered the gym, taking a seat next to Melanie. They always hung out here after school on game days.

"You're in big trouble," Melanie scolded.

"For what?" Tyler rolled his eyes.

"You skipped over half of the day. Coach Brown is seriously pissed off at you. I don't think she's going to let you play."

"What?! Why not?" Tyler frowned, mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"You're not supposed to miss school before a game."

"I didn't miss! I was in the bathroom crying the entire day!"

"She won't care," Melanie sighed.

"It's not my fault!" Tyler glared at her, not really angry at her but angry in general. "It's Josh's!"

"How?"

"Didn't you see his little girlfriend today? I can't believe it. He's such a dickhead! I hate him. I really hate him. I'm so fucking mad. I'm going home," Tyler rambled, mouth speaking before his mind could think.

"Wait, Ty!" Melanie sighed.

"Why? What's the damn point? I can't play. Josh isn't coming, anyway. He's going to be with Debby. But still, what's the point right now?"

"Well, we could use your support..."

"I'm going home, Mel," Tyler sighed. "I just need to go be alone. I'm sorry."

"I understand, but that doesn't mean Coach Brown will. She's going to be really mad at you," Melanie warned.

"I don't care right now! I really don't! I'm going home to get wasted all by myself so Ill stop being so goddamn sad."

"You really shouldn't..."

"Bye, Mel."

Tyler grabbed his duffle bag off the stage and exited without another word. He stomped through the hallways, thankful they'd mostly cleared out by now. He spotted the yellow hue still standing in the same spot he left him, but alone this time.

He kept his gaze straight ahead, trying hard not to glance as he walked past him. He probably shouldn't have said that. Josh probably hated him now. The thought made the brunette sigh, but it was quickly replaced with a gasp when he got shoved up against the lockers. A strong hand gripped his throat.

"You're in so much fucking trouble," Josh spoke, keeping his voice low.

"Get off of me," Tyler ordered, voice never wavering. Josh's fingers squeezed the sides of his neck, making it more uncomfortable than anything. Tyler could breathe fine.

"Did somebody get a little jealous? Does somebody need to get punished?"

"I said get off of me!" Tyler yelled, shoving the boy back with all his force.

Josh stumbled back, both of them surprised at the sudden motion. Tyler walked away, not bothering with saying anything else. He figured Josh got the hint.

Tyler walked the short distance home, anger fuming around him the entire way. There were no words to describe how he was feeling. Betrayed was close, but it wasn't good enough.

Tyler didn't just feel betrayed. He felt hurt, alone, pathetic, gullible, and everything in between. The emotions swirled inside of him like a brewing storm, threatening to spill rain in fits of rage. He felt like his lungs were filling up with water, but he just sat back and let himself drown.

He shrugged his bags onto the floor and headed for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen. He contemplated which poison he wanted to fill himself with, settling with the bottle of fireball. He twisted the top of, taking a long gulp of the cinnamon alcohol.

Tyler cringed. He hated this. He didn't know what he was doing, or why. He just wanted to feel better. He felt this was a much better coping mechanism than some of the alternatives.

The brunette got bored of the fireball, switching it up for shots of vodka and whiskey. They burned his throat, lungs begging for him to stop. He ignored their cries, only stopping when he couldn't remember why he started in the first place.

Tyler stumbled into his bedroom, lazily leaning against the wall in an attempt to keep himself up. He turned on some music, pretending as if he was slow dancing with somebody. He was having a great time enjoying his own company.

The buzzing in his pocket turned his attention away from the music. He pulled his phone out, reading Josh's name lit up on it. He pressed the green circle and held the phone to his ear.

"Tyler? Where are you?"

Tyler broke out in a fit of giggles. Josh had no idea how drunk he was.

"N-No where!" Tyler giggled, face flushed red.

"I thought you had a game?"

"I do! But I can't play. I spent the whole day crying in the bathroom because of you!" he laughed, even though he knew it shouldn't have been funny.

"Really?" Josh asked quietly.

"Yeah, I can't believe you," Tyler suddenly turned serious. "You're an asshole and I hope I never see you again!"

He hung up and chucked his phone down on his mattress, watching it bounce back up and land on the floor.

"Stupid phone," he mumbled, anger bubbling in his chest.

"Stupid Josh. Stupid me. I should just run away," he spoke to himself, taking a seat on his bed.

He ignored when his phone started buzzing again, deciding to take his anger out on his pillow. He held it against the wall, throwing sloppy punches at it. He pictured it as Josh's face.

Josh's face. His cute nose, eyes he could get lost in, lips he could kiss forever... Tyler ended up making out with his pillow.

He heard the front door creak open, fear instantly coursing through him. What if his parents were home? He would get in so much trouble.

He threw his pillow at his bed and ran into his bathroom. He locked the door and turned on the shower as if he was in it. Instead, he stood at the sink and stared at his reflection. He looked horrible. No wonder Josh didn't want to be with him.

Tyler watched a tear slip out and roll down his cheek. He frowned, suddenly noticing the weight that rested in his chest. He'd never realized how much of an effect Josh had on him. Was this really what love felt like?