A/N (10/12/18) This is the rewritten version of my one shot fix me. I really only changed the end, so if you already read it, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT ALL AGAIN.

I've decided to just take down the original version, since I did change so little. And it will make more sense when I write part two, if this is the one everyone goes by.

WARNING: emotional/verbal abuse, depictions of bullying and physical abuse, dark thoughts

Evan

  School. Or as I like to call it: hell on Earth.

  Don't get me wrong, school isn't all bad. I don't mind learning and I'm good in almost all my classes. That isn't the problem.

  The problem is the people.

  I've never really gotten along with everyone else, no matter how much I tried. Maybe it's the big glasses I've been cursed into wearing since I was six. Or my antisocial personality.

  I always thought I was nice enough, and pretty personable once you got to know me, but, here I am, junior in high school, and I only have two friends.

  They're another good part of school. They help keep me sane.

  Once middle school started, everything started to go downhill. At that point, I hadn't become friends with my current besties and I was all alone during the peak season of physical bullying.

  Heading up to middle school seemed to give my classmates more courage, and most didn't hesitate to take the teasing they sent my way up a notch. It started with shoving, which was pretty minor and something I pretty easily ignored. They didn't like my lack of reaction, so my bullies graduated to fist fights. Me, I'm not much of a fighter. I'm a pacifist down to my very core and I couldn't stand to fight back against any one of them, fearing they might get hurt.

  Pretty silly, I know. But I couldn't help it, this is just who I am.

  But in seventh grade, a little bit of luck was on my side. That's when Brett Simons moved to town. He was tall, cute, and an amazing soccer player; all the factors someone needed to become popular at my school. By some amazing miracle, though, he wanted to be friends with me. Brett was one hundred percent against bullying, having been bullied at his previous school, though I have no idea why. As I said, Brett was one hundred percent popular material.

  Brett really helped things out. If it weren't for him, I don't know if I would have made it through middle school. Although he couldn't stop all of my bullying, he was at my side nearly every second to help defend me. He was my savior.

  Then, high school happened. Me and Brett had little to no classes together. Now, along with my own freshman class, I had seniors to deal with. And the seniors did not play fair, not that anyone else did either...

  My next bit of luck comes in Sophomore year. Me and Brett have more classes together, but that's not all. Emily Sadinski transfers from the private school nearby to my school, and she just happens to be seated next to me in almost all of my classes.

  That's how I claim best friend number two.

  I think she could sense my gayness, and, for whatever reason, she would just love for me to be her very first gay best friend. Every girl needs one, she stated. To this day, I still don't know if she was joking or not. She was a little intimidating at first, but she was incredibly nice, and didn't pressure me with a thousand questions about the gay thing, seeing as I wasn't exactly "out" by then.

  Now, here I am. Sixteen years old, and, even with the two best friends a guy could ask for, school is still a living hell. My bullies are relentless, and even though I'm older, freshman and sophomores pick on me, too. There's no escaping my title of gay, nerdy loser, and of course with a title like that, I have to be beaten into my place on the social scale. Like I didn't already know how hated I was.

  And then, in all the other annoying chaos in my life, there's Tyler Morgan. I guess you would call him one of my bullies, but compared to some of the guys who beat on me, Ty isn't that bad.

  I don't know what I ever did to Ty, I always try to be nice to him, but every time I'm around him, he glares at me like I'm the devil. Luckily, Ty has only ever used verbal abuse against me. I don't know what I would do if it ever became physical, seeing as he's the biggest guy in school, so he would probably kill me. Which, my friend, is why I like to stay on his good side. I would do whatever it takes to make him like me, even a little, even if he doesn't actually like me but he just hates me a little less.

  So today, I made him brownies. This may seem weird, but it's actually something I do a lot. He always yells at me when I make him things, but he still takes them and I sometimes see him eating them at lunch. He must like me a little, or he's at least not afraid of catching my gayness from my baking, which some people have actually been afraid of before.

  Right now, I'm walking through the halls looking for Ty. He's usually at his locker so that's where I'm headed, but I have to take the long way to avoid some other people that I definitely don't want to see right now.

I turn the corner and see Ty standing at his locker, getting his books out with his usual grimace on his face. You know, he probably wouldn't be that scary if he didn't look so angry all the time.

I walk up behind him, but keep a few steps back in case I scare him.

"Hey, Ty!" I say as cheerfully as possible with the nervousness I'm feeling. This would be the fifth time I've made him something, and he yelled at me the first four times.

"What do you want, fag?" Ty asks without looking at me.

"I made brownies..." I say, trailing off. My smile falters slightly. He seems even more mad today. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered him.

He turns to me, his face red with anger. "How many times have I told you to stop making me things?!" His voice hasn't risen that much, but I still flinch away.

"I made them for my friends, promise, but I thought you might want some."

Ty sighs deeply and runs a hand over his face. He looks stressed. My gaze falls to the floor. "I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll just go away."

I start to turn and walk away but Ty stops me. "Wait," he says. Another sigh, and then... "Give me a damn brownie."

I turn back, my head lifting in surprise, and a slight smile returning to my lips. I offer him the plate of brownies and he takes two.

"Now, go away, and don't bother me with something like this again."

I nod vigorously. "Okay! I won't, I promise. Bye, Ty!"

I walk away with a little skip to my step. That sounded like progress in the right direction. He usually never stops me when I try to leave him alone voluntarily.

  I walk towards my first period class with a giant grin on my face.

  Maybe today will be a pretty good day.

  "What are you smiling at, faggot?" I stop cold in my tracks at that chilling voice, knowing exactly who it came from and what is going to happen next.

  I stand corrected...

Ty

  Evan Michaels.

  Goddamn Evan Michaels and his stupid-ass, amazing brownies!

  I don't need him in my life. I don't want him in my life! But he always comes back. He's always right there. Looking at me with that stupid smile that makes him look so... No!

  Stupid.

  He looks stupid all the fucking time.

  With his stupid smile and his stupid glasses and his stupid hair!

  I hate him. I hate him, I hate him!

  I swear, I do, so don't you dare say I'm lying.

  I hate Evan Michaels and I always will.

Evan

  I walk out of the boys' room, rubbing the last traces of tears from my eyes. My lip is split, my sides hurt from the bruises forming there, and I have a gigantic red bump on my head from where I hit the lockers.

  Today is definitely not a good day.

  I missed my first three classes and now it's lunch already. Great.

  I head to my locker for my homemade lunch then head for the cafeteria. I walk in nervously, knowing a lot of people will probably stare at me, and Jack and all his friends will probably laugh and make jokes about their job well done.

  I walk quickly toward my table where Brett and Emily are already sitting, looking around worriedly for me. Em spots me first and her eyes widen, her mouth opening on a silent gasp.

  Brett sees me next. His face grows angry.

  He pulls me to him the minute I get close to him, hugging me. "Who did this?" He asks.

  "Who do you think?" I mumble.

  "Ty?" I roll my eyes.

  "No. You know he wouldn't."

  Brett has always hated Ty, even before he started being mean to me. I think Brett is just waiting for the day that Ty really hurts me so that he can beat him up.

"It was Jack and his friends," I say. "And I don't want to talk about it, so, here, have some brownies and let me eat my lunch." I push the plate of brownies into the middle of the table. More than half of them are gone because they fell on the floor when I got beat up, but there's enough.

  "Thanks, Ev," Emily says with a sympathetic smile while taking a brownie. She usually understands when I don't want to talk about things, Brett is usually a little harder to convince, but he sighs and grabs one, too, as I pull out my sandwich and start eating.

Ty

  Jack beat him up again. I hate it when he does that.

  I get it, I hate the guy too, but why does he constantly have to hurt him like that?

I would never hurt him like that.

  As much as I hate Evan Michaels, he is so... No! He's nothing!

  What am I even saying?

  For a second I thought I actually felt bad for Evan Michaels. Who am I kidding? I wouldn't care about him in a million years.

  And I swear that's not a lie!

Evan

Me and Brett walk into school together, seeing as I let him drive me to school today. I usually don't let him because I live far away, right on the edge of our district, but I was still sore from my beating and didn't want to walk today.

I get to take the short way to my locker because I have Brett to protect me, which means I walk right by Ty's locker.

Today he looks... upset.

I'm used to seeing him angry, but he looks kind of sad today, too.

I start to walk towards him, but Brett grabs my arm, stopping me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just going to go talk to him." I try to pull away from Brett.

"No, I don't want you talking to him. I'm not gonna risk him hurting you."

I roll my eyes. "He won't hurt me, Brett. I'm just gonna ask him what's wrong."

"And you think he's just going to answer you? No, Evan, you're not going over there."

I finally pull my arm from his grip. "Last time I checked you're my best friend not my mom. I'll talk to him if I want to, and I assure you I'll be fine once I'm done."

I stalk away before Brett can stop me again. I walk right up to Ty and tap his arm to get his attention. He turns to me with a glare.

Before he can tell me to go away, I ask, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Now fuck off, Michaels."

"You look upset. Are you okay? Where did that bruise come from around your eye? Did you get in a fight?"

"I said, fuck off!" He nearly yells, but that's not enough to deter me. I get worse than that from almost everyone else at school. "And stop with all the questions. I don't answer to you."

"I'm just worried about you. I've never seen you look so sad."

Ty points to his glaring face. "Does this look sad to you?"

"Yes," I say, as sure as I can, trying not to be affected by his glare.

"Well, I'm not, so leave me alone before I make you sorry for ever talking to me."

Ty storms away before I can even open my mouth to respond.

I walk back towards Brett feeling defeated. I thought maybe today would be the day that I got through to him, but I guess not.

"I told you he wouldn't listen to you," Brett scolded me when I reached his side again.

"I know," I mumble.

We start walking silently towards my first period class.

I look up when I feel a heated glare on me to find Jack and his friends leaning on some lockers. Jack is covered in bruises and so are some of his friends.

I suddenly remember Ty's bruise. Did he... beat up Jack? I can't think of anyone else who could do that. But why? What reason could he have for beating them up?

I just don't get it...

Ty

He just never gives up.

I can't take it anymore.

I don't know what to do.

I can't... like him. I just can't. No one understands.

If he would just leave me alone everything would be okay. I would be normal again.

But he always comes back and ruins me all over again...

Evan

Ty went missing for the rest of the day, so there was no chance of me confronting him again. Not that Brett would let me leave his side again, he has been worrying all day. He is going to have an aneurism if he doesn't calm down. He doesn't understand that I'm completely fine. I'm used to the beatings; I'll live.

I sneak out of my last period class and book it to the front entrance before Brett can find me. I'm walking home, and there's nothing he can do about it.

I walk out of the school with my head held high, feeling pretty independent. And then...

It's all ruined.

I'm pulled into an ally-like space next to the school, and Jack and his whole gang are there. They don't look happy. I try to run, but the guy who grabbed me still has a tight hold on my shirt.

Jack starts throwing punches before I can even open my mouth to protest. Two of his other friends hold me still when I struggle. I try to yell, to scream, to do anything so someone can find me, but I only get out half a shout before one of the guys holding me puts a hand over my mouth.

Jack keeps hitting me, yelling at me. Yelling things that don't even make any sense. "You think it's funny to throw your little dog on me? Beat me up? Did you think it would help anything?"

He throws an unusually hard punch to my stomach, and I fall to my knees, the two guys holding me losing their hold. I start coughing, that last punch knocked the rest of my breath away.

"Brett?" I ask, still confused about his questioning.

"Yeah right. Like that sissy boy has anything on me. You know who I mean." He sends a hard kick into my side, and I fall over, curling into a ball to protect myself.

  He keeps kicking anyway, and his friends join in. I try to yell, but I can't breathe. I can't think.

I don't think of anything until things start going black and I finally understand who Jack meant. Ty...

  So he did do it. He beat up Jack... for me. I knew he did it, but I didn't know that he did it for me.

Finally the kicking stops. I don't open my eyes, though. Everything hurts too much.

I feel a light hand on my shoulder. At first I flinch, but once I realize the owner of the hand isn't going to hurt me, I calm down a little.

"Evan," I hear someone say my name. The voice isn't who I might expect. I don't open my eyes to see if who I think it is is really there.

The owner of the voice lifts me off the ground gently, and I feel myself being carried away, out of the ally and, most likely, to the school parking lot. I'm placed inside a car. It smells like air freshener.

The person who took me buckles me then shuts my door and moves around to the drivers side. The car starts and a horrendously loud song starts blaring through the speaker. I wince before it is quickly turned down with a curse from the other person.

"Sorry," he mumbles. That's all he says before we start driving.

I don't know where we're going, but at this point, I don't care. I'm minutes away from passing out, that's all I can tell.

Part of me wants the blackness to take over, so I can forget, but the other half of me wants to stay awake so I can ask my savior why he did it. I'm afraid if I sleep, I'll forget all about what he did for me.

I manage to stay awake until the car stops. I still don't open my eyes to see where we end up.

A few seconds later I'm being lifted from the car, so I'm sure I'll find out.

"Ty?" I whisper into the chest of the boy carrying me.

"What?" he asks in a slightly abrasive tone, but I can tell he's trying to be gentle for my sake.

"Why'd you do it?" My words sound slurred even to my own ears. I only have to stay awake until I get my answer.

"Do what?" he asks.

"Why'd you stop them? Didn't you like seeing me get beat up?" We just walked through a door, it doesn't sound like the door to my house.

Ty's grip tightens on me and I wince. "Why would you say that?" he asks. He's angry now. I didn't mean to make him angry.

My mind is very cloudy now. Tears come to my eyes at the thought of angering Ty. I shouldn't be making him mad after he saved me. "Because you hate me," is the last thing I get to mumble before I let the blackness take over.

*

  When I wake up I'm still very groggy and everything hurts. All I can feel is the pain. I try to open my eyes but I don't want to. That will make it hurt more, I just know it.

  I try to clear my raspy throat, making someone shuffle on the bed that I presume I'm on.

  "Are you awake?" someone whispers.

  I do my best to nod.

  "I've got some ibuprofen here if you can sit up."

  I shake my head no.

  "Um, okay... is it alright if I help you?"

  I hesitate but nod.

  I feel two strong hands go underneath me and start lifting me into a sitting position. I wince a little, but before I know it I am resting up against the headboard with a pillow behind my back. I blink my eyes open slowly.

  Ty is looking away from me, fiddling with the bottle of medicine.

  "Here." He hands me two pills. I put them in my mouth and he quickly hands me a glass of water. I swallow the pills down quickly.

  Ty is looking away again.

  I don't say anything.

  But luckily I don't have to.

  "I don't hate you, you know," he mumbles after a little while. I open my mouth to respond but he keeps talking. "I wish I could hate you, but I don't. You have no idea how bad I wish I could hate you." He turns to me unexpectedly and, I swear, it looks like there are tears in his eyes. "You don't even know how crazy you make me. I tried so hard— so hard— to not like you, let alone–" he stops and looks away again.

Ty pulls on his hair roughly. I reach out to push his hand away but he flinches away from my touch.

"You're scaring me right now," I whisper. "I don't get what you're saying."

He doesn't answer but his breathing deepens and he pulls on his hair harder. "Ty," I whisper and try to reach out to him again.

He turns to me angrily, grabbing the hand that was reaching towards him. "Don't you get it?! I don't hate you at all. I love you and I don't want to but I do and it's all your fault." I gasp at his words but it is quickly swallowed up by his lips pressing to mine. My eyes widen.

The shock is too much at first and I can't move, I just let him kiss me. Once my brain starts working a little, my hands go up to push him away. There's no way I'd be strong