Crying backwards, 08

Oliver and I had become inseparable; we'd grown into each other, becoming joined at the hip, heart, brain, and mouth. I'd started hanging out with him more, enjoying his British humor, finding my friend's attempt at jokes and good conversation overrated and lifeless- like mainstream shit bands. Oliver Sykes was like Radiohead, his words were like Thom York's amazing lyrics and Johnny Greenwood's insane guitar. My friends were more or less like Fall Out Boy: sellouts who try too hard. Cynthia's forced conversations with me were like Pete Wentz's overly emotional and fake lyrics, whining about how Ashlee Simpson broke his heart. And comparing Radiohead with Fall Out Boy was like blasphemy.
Spending time with Oliver was ten million times better than what my life used to be like.
"I never see you any more, Julz." Zach complained during one of the few moments Oliver wasnt holding my hand. We were in English class and his head was on my shoulder. I leaned my head against his and sighed. "Why dont you hang with us anymore?"
"Well, would you listen to Fall Out Boy over Radiohead?" I asked subconsciously, and felt Zach lift his head up from under mine.
"Did you just compare me to a shitty band?" He laughed. I looked at him, wide eyed, and he started laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. Oliver entered the room, giving the bathroom pass to the teacher, and walked back towards me and an almost-in tears-from-laughing Zach. Oliver joined us, sitting behind the desk next to me and smiled at Zach questioningly. The bell rang for lunch and we walked out, all three of us arm in arm, smiling and happy. Oliver gave me a peck on the cheek as Zach left us to go to his locker.
Oliver and I danced our way across the quad to the group of kids he was accepted into, sitting next to Leopard head and his new girlfriend, Tay. I kissed Oliver once on the lips, then started talking to both the Twins: Jeff and Junior. I didnt even realize Cynthia walk up and push through my group of friends. She pushed her sunglasses up obnoxiously.
"What the hell, Juliana?" She spat, walking closer to where I sat on Oliver's lap. I got up and put my hands on her shoulders, separating us. I felt uncomfortable and unsafe that close to her. Shit, I didnt know what happened when I used to be close and cuddly with her when we were still quote unquote best friends. "I asked you a question, asshole: what the hell?"
Jeff and Junior stood up behind me and Oliver tightened his grip on my wrist. I was clueless to what was about to happen, I didnt even understand what was going on with her. "What the hell, what?"
"Dont fucking play dumb, you're such a whore Juliana. I can't believe any one here would actually hang the fuck out with you. Let alone kiss you, fucking Oliver. Who the fuck are you anyways, some random British kid with shit for brains?"
Everyone stood there, gaping at her. I saw Zach and Mary heads bobbing behind Bald chick with bangs and Mini. Something was wrong, something or someone was going to explode and all hell was going to break loose. I concentrated on clearing my mind and trying to figure what was going on when the first blow flew. A fist connected with my cheek and knocked me sideways into one of the twins, causing which ever one it was to fall back onto the bench, holding me in their arms to steady me.
"I told you, you are a fucking whore! Look at you! In another man's arms right next to Shit for Brains!" Cynthia yelled at me and I saw Zach come up behind her and put his arms around her shoulders. "No, no!" She yelled and flailed, her sunglasses sliding off and letting me see her eyes for the first time. They were bloodshot and dilated, her pupils too times the size they were normally. She was stoned.
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Here's my theory about drugs: they cause the truth to come out. I dont believe shit for a second when people say Sorry, I didnt mean it I was so stoned! That's bullshit: you have no control when your stoned so you just blurt out what you normally hide.
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"Just shut up, Cynthia! You're making everything fucking worse and it's your fucking fault! I've had it with you, just go away. Go waist your life with your fucking ecstasy and pot and go rot in hell." I yelled, Jeff/Junior still holding me back. I felt blood trickle down the side of my face, a cool sting starting just below my left eye. I groaned.
The bell rang and everyone dispersed. Cynthia ran away like the pansy she was and I stalked off to my locker, hastily breaking out of the Twin's locked arm. Oliver chased after me, his words slurred by my major head rush and piercing pain. I heard him say my name and I walked into the girl's bathroom. "Fuck this shit," I muttered to myself as I walked to the mirror so I could check out the damage Cynthia had done.
I sighed as someone came out of one of the stalls. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see an olive-skinned girl fly towards me and pin me to the wall. I kicked against her but Cynthia was stronger and I took a few blows before another girl walked in, saw what was happening, and walked out. Cynthia ran the fuck out of the girls' room and I waited a good ten minutes before I followed.
I was stopped by a hand on my arm, making me jump. I looked up into brown eyes and started sobbing. Pale arms surrounded me and took me in an embrace that broke my heart. I looked up at Oliver, who apparently didnt care I was bleeding on his shirt. He looked down at me with empathy filled eyes and carefully kissed my bruises. We sat down against the lockers, disregarding the fact it was now fifth period and he held me for a long time, brushing through my hair with his long fingers and telling me I was beautiful. I looked up at him from time to time with scared eyes. "Oli, my life is falling apart."
"I'll be your glue, baby. It's all going to be okay."
when words mean nothing, i'll be here singing
Don't bitch at me about how I was insulting FOB. Get a life, yo.
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