Opposite Love (CHAPTER 1): Love. Every teen thought love meant you were attractive and appealing. But in reality, it truly meant nothing. It's was no more than stupid little crush. And it was worthless by a million in elementary, what's the point of dating if you guys never see each other? It was just completely idiotic. Half the time High School relationships led to sex ALL the time, depending on the couple. Okay, it's true fact for a lot of teens, sex would be a thing they would want try when they are older, but why waste it on some prissy little whore, who opens her legs for any guy. The only true love is when your older, married etc. Sex is all teens want now a days. 'Love is a foolish feeling....' The thought was one that always stuck in this boys mind. A sigh slipped through his mouth, out of annoyance more than anything else. He wanted to ignore the thoughts and continue to walk to the hellhole called High School. It was mid-winter, and it was as cold as hell. Winter was a awful season but you can't deny, it looks really beautiful as well. The boy got curious to just how cold it was, pulling out his phone, he opened it and went to check the weather. '-25C?! No wonder it's so fucking cold...' A light growl could be heard from his throat, what kind of bullshit is this?! Canadian or not it's too cold for this! He lived over 45 minutes away from his school, since the school is cheap, buses were canceled and he was forced to walk in the terrible weather. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and pushed on to get to school. The wind was picking up, the cold whiff of it felt like a smack to the face, or was that the snow ball about to hit? While walking a hard impact hit right square on the back of the boys head, not knowing that there was a snowball coming nor did he even know there was anybody else on the street, the impact was harder and it hurt more than the teen boy thought. With ice underneath his cold feet the snowball pushed him and caused him to fall straight onto his face. His nose was first to hit on the cold surface of the icy cement sidewalk, he felt a whimper of pain quietly escape his lips. The black haired teen looked up slowly his hair slightly covering his pink eyes, he saw the one person he never wanted to see."HA HA!! Heads up fag face!! Yo Akira call up your gay lover to help you!" Another crude laugh escaped that boys lips. Akira shot a glare towards the guy, Natsu Rin, he hated him the most out of everyone he has ever met, his cunt girlfriend, Fumiko Kumo, was second. For as long as Akira could remember Natsu had bullied him for years, his life nothing more than a joke to Natsu. Akira basically grew up being bullied to the point he was used to it. "Oh my fucking god! Dude, Hideaki, did you fucking see that?!" The guy turned to his pal with his thumb pointing in the direction of the kid he hit in the head with a snow ball, the laughing wouldn't stop from Natsu. He walked to his pal a stupid grin plastered on his face as if he had just won 'Biggest Asshole Ever' award, he wrapped an arm around his best friends neck and let out a crude laugh again. The girl joined in, however Hideaki didn't. Natsu's laugh began to die down and a look of annoyance was replaced, instead of an idiotic grin. "What the fucks wrong with you?" The 18 year old teen spoke nothing, looking over at the fallen boy, he looked to his friend and shook his head. "Really Natsu?" The dirty blonde boy, glared at his best friend Hideaki. "What? Who cares about that fag? I don't, she doesn't," he gestured towards his girlfriend who Hideaki took a glance at, Fumiko winked at him causing him to shiver in disgust. Hideaki may hate that complete and utter tool, but him and Natsu were still friends, although he questioned why. Natsu was an asshole, he bashed gays all the time even though he had no true need to do so. Now that he thought about it the only real reason he knows Natsu was because of soccer, they were both on the Fox Woods soccer team. 'I regret joining soccer because of Natsu.' Hideaki thought. Looking at him you couldn't tell if Hideaki was sad, mad or happy. He always had a look like he didn't care. It's a bit ironic, Hideaki was never bullied a day in his life but he looked as if he never cared, while Akira was bullied everyday of his life but he wore a smile on his face. 'How can some one who went threw so much pain and suffering possible smile like he does?' That was one thing Hideaki never understood. But considering it, there will be things we aren't meant to understand. Even though it was his better judgment not to help the fallen boy, he couldn't help but want to go see him. Hideaki began to walk to Akira, Natsu on the other hand, wasn't to fond of the idea. A strong hand gripped Hideakis forearm. "Don't EVEN think about it Hide." Natsu spat out, Hideaki cringed at that nickname, call him a dick, a fag, a bisexual freak anything but don't call him "Hide", it was the most annoying piece of bullshit he was ever called. Jerking his arm away he glared at his best friend. "Nat, you can't control everything I do." Turning away from his friend he careful approached Akira, he gently knelt down to the 16 year old boy, as he bent down his knees cracked, not a big deal, that happened a lot to him. Hideaki looked at Akira, looking him up and down, scanning for any injuries. None were visible to him. "Hey, you okay Akira? Sorry about that," he held out a hand offering to help Akira up. "I don't know what Natsu's deal is. Let me help you up." His hand was still out stretched to Akira, the younger one didn't look up, he knew very well that Hideaki was just acting, he didn't want pity, NOT from him! Akira lifted his slender hand and slapped Hideaki's away. Hideaki looked hurt, he just wanted to help him. "Akira I was just tryi---" Hideaki cut off himself when he noticed a red substance on his hand, it was a dark red, it dripped down his hand, blood. He felt his heart stop beating midway. 'Blood? What? How!?' Hideaki looked down at Akira, he said nothing, he brushed his hand against the young ones cheek and lifted his face. Spilling down from Akiras face was blood, it fell from his nose, more than likely due to the fact he smashed it first when he hit the ground. "Oh my god, Akira...are you okay?" You could hear the worry in his voice. Hot pink eyes narrowed, looking into brown ones that belonged to Hideaki. "I'd be better if, YOU WERENT HERE!" Akira screamed at him, guilt hit Akira square on the chest but he didn't care at the same time. Placing his hands underneath the cold cement. beneath himself, he lifted his own weak, fragile body from the ground. A sharp pain shot through his body, he pushed himself up with his left hand, his right arm hurt to much to use. He finally rose to his feet, but wobbled in attempt to stand, he ignored the pain in his body. Hideaki stood up from his kneeling position and looked Akira up and down. "You're not okay. Something's wrong, let me help you." Akira gave him another death glare. "No I refuse to allow you, to help me. I'll be fine." He stated trying to keep his temper in check. All in all he wasn't fine, a searing pain shot it's way up his right arm, it felt like an electric wire was in place of his bone. He placed a hand to touch his arm and whimpered slightly, biting his lip, he tried to hide his pain. Hideaki moved closer and gently touched his shoulder, earning a jump from Akira. "Is something wrong? You whimpered." Shit, he heard that. "Your not going to give up are you?" Hideaki had a smile grow on his face and he nodded as a response, he was pleased to see Akira looking and sounding like he didn't want to kill him. "I'm not, what's the matter? Is it your arm? Or your face? Or both?" The pink eyes of Akira glanced down to his own arm. "My face hurts because I smashed it, and I might have injured my arm..." The burnet once again knelt down look at Akira's forearm, the part he had been holding. "Let me see." Akira hesitated heavily on allowing Hideaki to look at him, or even touch him. He wanted to know if it was broken too, so he moved his arm and allowed Hideaki to check it over. A gentle touch against the younger ones forearm said it all, Akira let out a scream of pain and tears fell from his face. Hideaki let go as soon as he screamed. "Ow, Ahh...t-that hurt.." Hideaki stood to his feet, guilt hitting him hard when he saw the tears falling from Akiras eyes. "Akira that arms is rather broken or fractured. But judging by the scream that you let out I'm going to assume it's broken. You must have landed on it in a bad way to have caused it to snap." Akira glanced at Hideaki, he could almost feel the worry that was coming from Hideaki, although that's not possible...it made sense in his mind. "Yeah, I-I guess I should get it checked out...I'm going to be late..." Hideaki looked towards his friend Natsu and turned his glance back to Akira. "I'll get you to the clinic near by." A slight pink blush appeared upon Akiras cheeks, both from the cold and from Hideaki. 'I need to stop thinking of him like this...he is friends with Natsu, it wouldn't work.../ Akira looked into Hideaki's brown eyes. "How can I get th-" No answer was given before Hideaki picked Akira up and was holding the younger one bridal style, without much thought Akira automatically wrapped his arms around the older males neck. It almost felt like a love story, but I was a huge joke. "I'll carry you there. When we get there I'll call your parents to tell them. Then we can get them to contact the school to explain why we're late." Akira nodded. 'Maybe he isn't that bad...' As Hideaki walked away with Akira in his arms, Natsu approached them. "What the fuck are you doing?" The brown eyed male walked past Natsu ignoring him completely. "I'm going to help Akira." No other words were said as Hideaki walked away.