Evelyn had received an email that day, it was just a few leaflets on how to get help for abuse and stuff. I couldn’t help but be a little annoyed.
Ryan never abused her, he rarely even shouted at her unless he was drunk or she interrupted him hurting me. In some ways, I resented Evelyn more than Ryan, she always played the victim, acting as though she was the one being beaten up. I just wished she would leave him, that she would do something for once.
I wished Ryan was my stepfather that way I could at least pretend that my real father was out there. That he wasn’t the sadistic evil creature he was, but Ryan was undeniably my father.
I looked a lot like Evelyn, I had her nose, ears, eyes and even lips. But Ryan and I had the same dark hair, in the whole family, we were the only two who had it, the dark brown with some blonde and some black highlights. And I, like him, had been born with a full head of hair.
I don’t know why I had told Blaze. Maybe it was easier to tell him because I knew he wouldn’t care. Ryder didn’t know about what Ryan did, he had suspected it, a lot. If he ever saw the scars, I always went with the same excuse, wrestling with my sisters. It wouldn’t have been so believable if they didn’t all have nails that would make Wolverine cower.
“Chase? What’s wrong? You can talk to me.” Blaze said quietly.
His blue/grey eyes were slightly wide and sparkled with innocence, a loose strand of messy black hair fell in front of his face. I wasn’t sure whether to brush it back or not.
“I can’t Blaze...” I started but was cut off.
“Then don’t tell me.” He whispered.
Would it be weird to describe his voice as expensive? It was like literal diamonds were talking to me. Not that that meant anything despite the fact that Blaze had a nice voice.
Blaze looped his arms around my neck, gently brushing the tip of his nose against mine. I should have flinched away, I wasn’t even gay. But I couldn’t bring myself to move away.
“Chase?” He mumbled lips centimetres from mine.
“Chase!” Someone shouted shaking me violently.
“Blaze, what is wrong with you?” I snapped before realising it wasn’t Blaze who was trying to kill me.
I glared at Ryder who was grinning as he sat on my bed holding a pancake in one hand and a bottle of whipped cream in the other. I rubbed my eyes sitting up immediately recognising the type of pancake he was holding.
I had stayed at Ryder’s house last night, his parents were basically my parents. I even had my own room at their house. His Mum was the only one who knew how to make pancakes in the house, Ryder and I had tried once, somewhere in the garden was the spatula we had broken and buried that day.
“Were you having a sex dream?” Ryder asked lowering his voice suspiciously.
“What? No.” I said, it technically wasn’t a lie, “Why?”
“No reason.” He said shrugging, “Whipped cream?”
Ryder was a morning person. I don’t know how he could possible like waking up, but he did. I think I had tried to murder him with my alarm clock a least 20 times in the past year.
“Why are you so distracted?” Ryder asked as we were walking to first period later that day.
Well, I was currently panicking because I had a dream about making out with my mortal enemy who didn’t seem to be my mortal enemy anymore. And yesterday, I had gone and told him something I hadn’t even told my best friend.
Then there was the whole gay thing, I was not gay. I knew I wasn’t. Ha, I’d figured it out. This was all an elaborate set up by Blaze. He wanted to try and confuse me with his ridiculously perfect face and messy black hair and bright blue grey eyes.
He was trying to get me to fall in love with him. I had almost let it work. This was all his doing, well sucks to him, because I knew I was straight.
I was so going to prove it to him.
“Chase who are you looking for?” Ryder asked as my eyes scanned over the rest of our year in the playground.
“A girl.” I said.
“So I can get a girlfriend, duh.”
Ryder burst into fits of laughter. He was lucky I wasn’t armed with an alarm clock, else he’d be so dead.
“That’s not how it works.” He said.
Well it looked like I was proving both him and Blaze wrong today.
“Hey, Holly.” I said walking up to a strawberry blonde haired girl.
Holly was in my English class and we’d been friends for a couple of years. We had a strange sort of relationship, we only talked to each other when plotting stuff our other friends refused to help out with.
“Oh hey Chase.” She said standing up a bit straighter.
She would definitely help me out. Last year, I had pretended to date her so she could get her father’s attention. It had worked. It had worked so well in fact, that when she made up some fake break up story where I’d broken her heart, I had nearly gotten myself killed.
Her step-brother had tried to stab me with a sharpened end of toothbrush. She owed me big time after that.
“Who are you trying to make jealous?” She grinned looking around.
“What? Nobody. Can’t I just say hello to my...”
“I’m going to stop you right there Lopez.” Holly sighed, “Who is it?”
I could hardly tell her, that I thought Blaze was trying to set me up to fall in love with him and this was all based off some dream I’d had.
“Just some girl.” I said vaguely.
“Oooh, who?” She asked excitedly.
Wild and Blaze were just walking up to the gate, I pressed my lips to Holly’s pulling away after a few seconds, she laughed.
“Wild Jackson? Seriously?” Holly giggled once they were out of earshot.
Well, it was better than her thinking I was going through a sexuality crisis. Plus Wild was hot, right? Ryder said she was, and if I didn’t find her hot, then there was a problem. What was I talking about? Of course I liked girls, I had slept with girls.
Calm down Chase. I could not let Blaze confuse me.
“So, you and Holly?” Blaze asked that lunch as we were waiting outside Class F09 for Wild and Ryder to finish Maths.
“Yeah, we dated last year, decided to pick things up.” I shrugged.
“Can I talk to you?” He asked quietly.
Not knowing what else to say, I nodded. Blaze gently took my arm and took me to the far end of the corridor away from all the other kids. I couldn’t help but feel chills run down my spine at the contact.
I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m as straight as a ruler. Yeah, exactly. I’m a ruler. I was the literal definition of a ruler.
“I know it’s none of my business.” He said, “But do you have a safety plan?”
“I think I’m beyond the age of wetting myself Blaze.” I said.
He rolled his eyes.
“I mean, if things get bad. Do you have a plan of where you’d go?”
“Of course I do.” I said.
I didn’t. Things never got so bad that I ran away from home. I was too afraid to leave home, not because of me, because of my sisters. As long as I was there, Ryan took all his anger, everything out on me. I couldn’t bear the thought of him doing it to the others
“Okay, just asking.” Blaze said letting go of me.
I was wearing my blazer, and it was a pretty warm day, but the second he let go of my arm, everything felt just a little bit colder. Wait, not like in a romantic way. I was a ruler, a straight ruler.
“Still can’t believe you and Holly are together.” Ryder said as we headed out onto the field.
“Told you it was easy.” I replied, “How’s your love life going then?”
“Pretty much non-existent.” He said.
There was something Ryder was hiding, probably his crush on Wild. I didn’t even get the big deal, he should just ask her out. He was only a matter of days away from writing her name in a heart all over his arms and school books.
“How was Maths?” I asked.
“Good,” Ryder shrugged before remembering something and getting his pencil case out from his bag, “You have Psych next, right?”
“I borrowed his ruler in maths, can you give it back to him.”
He handed me a plastic red thing and I stared at it in utter disbelief.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“A flexible ruler.”
Or in other words, a ruler that wasn’t straight.