Aaron Witmorth's Story

Garret woke up and sighed rubbing his face and looking out the window he got up and walked to the window getting some clothes and putting them on he grabbed his backpack and his book and leaped out of the Window and raced to school looking up then back down. Once he got to school he sat on a bench and looked to see if anyone was there and he was alone "Perfect" he thought and began to read his book and sat back in his chair.

Aaron kept his face cold as iron while receiving the well known speech he was often given by his foster mother. He'd lived in this home for four years, but never opened his heart to them. Now that he had turned 16 and started high school, she had a lot to tell him. She was a rather busy woman, so over breakfast was the best time she found for telling him. He had enough and grabbed an apple before heading to the door. "Aaron, I wasn't finished," she said and stood up to follow him to the hallway. Aaron put on his shoes while casually speaking; "I know, Laina, I shall stay out of trouble. You happy now?" "That's not- Aaron, come on. The psychiatrist said that we should work on this, why won't you-" Aaron jerked the door open and grabbed his black tough jacket before leaving. The woman shook her head annoyed and wished for once the boy would listen to her so her husband didn't have to rebuke the poor kid. Aaron did chores in the house and was a fairly good kid, but he was impossible to communicate with.

He ate the apple in three bites and threw the rest in a hedge nearby. Turning around the corner of the sidewalk he saw the school ground and the trees and people fuzzing about. It was still early for the school to start, so he decided to hide on the bench he'd found earlier that week. Seeing Garret, he held back a smile and walked over with a teasing attitude; "At least you've stayed out of trouble I see." He was referring to the beat up state he'd found Garret in earlier that week. Aaron had gotten into trouble outside school and been gone for several days, only adding to the mystery the students seemed to think of him.

"At least you've stayed out of trouble I see." he heard Arron said he rolled his eyes. "I would love not be picked up and such.." garret said and went back to his book he sighed as his focus was ruined and put it in his bag and got out a journal and began to draw.

Aaron didn't exactly know why the boy seemed to draw his attention. Perhaps he saw himself in the kid. Glaring for a moment, he decided to sit down next to him, feeling this guy had more entertainment in him than the rest of the idiots around, he spoke; "So what's with the attitude? You don't seem to have much company around you and you don't seem to care if you do..." Aaron's expression was amused and he studied the boy with a relaxed demeanor.

"So what's with the attitude? You don't seem to have much company around you and you don't seem to care if you do..." He heard the boy say as he did he was drawing to fast and his pencil broke. "Damnit.." he whispered to himself he looked up and Arron. "I care for Myself, Like i told you i dont like Scumbags and you know a lot more then i want you to know.." He added looking away.

"So what's with the attitude? You don't seem to have much company around you and you don't seem to care if you do..." He heard the boy say as he did he was drawing to fast and his pencil broke. "Damnit.." he whispered to himself he looked up and Arron. "I care for Myself, Like i told you i dont like Scumbags and you know a lot more then i want you to know.." He added looking away.

Tilting his head in puzzlement without loosing his amusement he said; "Like what? That you get easily bullied?"

"You know what sometimes i wish you burned in hell.." he said looking away Garret grabbed his bag and began to walk off from Aaron. "I thought you were different but your showing me your just like them.." Garret said looking at Aaron.

"Sometimes?" Aaron said somewhat bitterly with a ruling tease. Ignoring the statement of him being just like the others when he obviously wasn't, he continued; "Thought about me often since last time we met, have you?" Aaron had not been insulted as his emotional barrier was thick as a glacier, instead he looked at him with piercing blue eyes who, for some reason, had compassion glitching in them. The corner of his lips twitched in a smile as they tried to show the boy he meant no harm.

"Thought about me often since last time we met, have you?" Garret heard the boy said his cheeks grew warm he touched them Why i'm i blushing? he thought "I-I-I...I don't know why..But your right I do...." He said charging off away from Aaron and running to his locker "....The amount of hate i have for that boy.." Garret said putting his head on his locker and smiling just a bit.

Aaron frowned at the boy and leaned back against the bench while pondering about Garret's behavior. They seemed to have the right assets to get along, but the boy seemed utterly mad at him for some reason. All he'd done was to help him. Aaron huffed out a laugh as the boy reminded him of a small dog barking aggressively in fright. He couldn't get his hands on why he found the boy so amusing though.

Garret lifted his head up and looked down to see that his book was gone?! Garret eyes widened that was the only thing he seemed to enjoy in life was that book. "Oh No!" He yelled he raced down the halls as he did he looked for his book. "Gah!" he yelled in frustration "Oh Hey guys!, its that little boy who escaped form last time!" One of the Bullies from last time said Garret growled he grip his shirt sleeve and looked at him. "Leave me alone!" he yelled as he did that bully and gang chased after Garret as they did Garret ran off.

Aaron had decided to walk around the school building to get to know it yet again, but like the last time he'd done so, Garret's need of aid fell right into his lap- or rather right into his chest as Garret crashed into him when rounding the corner. Aaron's mountain of a body stopped the boy and his arms grabbed him tightly in reflex. Aaron studied the frail boy in his grasp and seeing it was Garret, and that he was indeed bullied again, Aaron's temper boiled. He hated when defenseless people were stepped on, and he rarely negotiated when angry. Shoving Garret to the side, he took three long determined steps towards them as they came running. At the third step, the leader had slowed down and did not expect the punch coming from Aaron. It hit right in the middle of his face so he fell to the ground. Halting there, Aaron stared coldly at the other two, body stern and ready as a bull with the moaning boy by his feet. Aaron didn't vote for violence, but he was horrible at speaking to several people at once, so he leaned on physics to speak for him. He could rarely help it; his body seemed to speak for itself when he got angry or annoyed.

Garret was surprised of Aarrons actions his eyes widened as he watched the boys who were looking at Arron beg for mercy, Garret looked at Arron and gulped he stood in front of the bullies holding out hid arms preventing Aaron to hit them anymore. "Stop!" Garret yelled at Aaron.

Aaron's eyes slowly went over at Garret, wavering a little they seemed to lose some sort of mist before them and he dropped his guard to move into his natural relaxed position. Hands relaxed and back straight. Just looking at the boys in front of him, he stood there.

"Just Stop, I can fight my own battles, and your losing control!" Garret said sounding a little upset he loked at the bullies and narrowed his eyes at them. "Go!" he said and they did as told running off and one almost tripping. "Aaron..., Relax okay?" he said softly looking away from Arron.

Slowly breathing, Aaron's eyes fell on Garret the moment the two bullies were out of sight. Aaron didn't understand what Garret meant by calm, as he meant he was, but his face showed no such expression. The bully lying by his feet moved somewhat, and when Aaron dropped his piercing eyes down at him and moved his leg to give him way, the boy ran. His face stayed emotionless, and his eyes were the only thing moving on his body as they looked at Garret once again. Aaron didn't speak when in this state, but his eyes looked wanting at the boy. Eyes seeking answers.

"I um..." Garret didn't know what to say, just feel stupid for not giving out a answer, a weird feeling boiled in his stomach and he looked at Aaron and sighed. "Sorry.." he said beginning to walk off.

The boy's last word and look in his eyes pierced Aaron's heart. He'd never felt like that and Aaron's eyes averted as the boy started walking away. He opened his mouth and his brain tried to press through words to say, but he ended up speechless. Angered by his lack of words, he punched the locker next to him and headed in the opposite direction of Garret. "There's nothing to feel sorry for," he muttered and felt stupid as fuck.

"What was that?" Garret said pausing and looking at Aaron he tilted his head in acute way like a confused puppy or something he looked at the time and gasped. "Shit! I missed soccer practice and my dads gonna kill me!" he said face plamming. "I'm in some deep shit now.." he muttered to himself.