"I'm sorry class, Damian isn't going to be in class today." she pauses, "I'm not going to elaborate why, but if you do see Damian please. Please contact the police" The whole class falls into deep mutters about the topic. The teacher lets them for maybe a half of a minute before shushing them. Before long though, the lession's over. Henry passes by those horrid posters again. He thought it was funny yesterday. Before he'd realised what he'd done. Trey walks up to Henry "Hey man, soccer practice. 3:30 sharp don't be late man!" Henry gives his best smile "Sure won't." "Wouldn't miss it... for the world." Trey gives an actual gut laugh "Ah, man you're too damn funny" he says as he gives Henry a back pat. Enough to make Henry stumble.
Ten minutes after 3:30 Henry finally gets all those posters down. All the "Fuck You Faggot" and "KYS" on Damians Locker. It took a damn lot of paint, and coughing mind you, but he did it. No one had to know he took down what he started. No one can know, nobody else was in the school. The only people here are the soccer team. That are currently on the field. Again, they were outside. So they didn't even have the slightest idea. Henry finally sticks his hands into his pockets as he heads for the bathroom. He washes off the dark green, leaving stains on his fingers. The school was going to do it. After the computer room problem. After the cafeteria problem. After the pool problem. After the girls locker room problem. Then it was the bullying problem. The "Faggot" problem. Henry doesn't regret either of what he's done nor that he took it down after he saw it. He's going to be on the soccer team. His friends nearly trippled. Who cared about a bit of poking at a past crush huh? If he didn't... He'd be the faggot now wouldn't he? Besides, he'll be back eventualy. Damian never stays away for very long. If not back to Henry, at least back to school. Damian is probably just down the block cutting himself. Selfish faggot. He almost got us caught didn't he? "Hello? Earth to Henry? SOCCER PRACTICE?!" Henry finally gets out of his thoughts and realises how much he'd got his shirt wet from the scare. Jeff leans against the doorway, "You alright man? Still realing from the sudden death of your friend?" he says almost mockingly. But thats just how his compationate voice sounds like now. Henry stares at him before he realises he wasn't talking about Damian. Damian isn't dead, if he was it wouldn't be Henry's fault. "Yeah man. I was just ya know? In thought about how good Bonnie was for boners right?" Jeff chuckles "Still got the hots for her? I thought you moved on?" Again it takes Henry to take a minute to realise, it's not about Damian. "Ah, but I miss her." "C'mon man. We need your fast ass on the soccer field."
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After soccer practice. After he went home and ate his third helping of dinner, Henry wakes for school again. And again Damian isn't there and it was found out he wasn't down the block. The news from his phone said so. He's only listening to it for now to find out about Damian. He was spotten two states over with a buzz cut and his still busted ass face. Henry tells his flutters to actually fuck off when he's seen how ruggedly handsome Damian became. The police haven't caught up to him yet. Even though he abandoned the Toyota about 6 hours ago. Henry half smiles to himself "Well, it seems Damian is a better runner than me..." Henry clenches his hands. Henry doesn't care. He doesn't. Even as he passes Penny still realing from her bff's recent death, consoled by her new friends. Hell, even Bonnie. Henry gives her a smirk and a head nod. Bonnie just gives him a one fingered salute to that. No worries, Henry's still cute enough to get another bo-girlfriend. "Girlfriend." Henry repeats out loud. Girlfriend.