The Bully Project

Chapter 1

It's the end of the school day and I walk through the halls with pride as people wave at me, which they never did before. I give them a small smile, just to be nice, before continuing my walk to my locker. A group stands crowded in front of my locker, but once they see me they all smile in my direction and move.

"Hey Louis!" The blonde chap Niall hollers loudly. Niall is basically my best friend, has been since grade school.

"Niall, come on buddy, quiet down," I smile turning to face my locker instead of the giddy Irish lad. I place my combination in and open my locker widely making sure I don't forget anything.

"Lou! Guess who has a crush on you!" Niall practically yells into my ear.

"Who? Better not be Eleanor, she's so obnoxious," I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Oh... Well never mind..." he leans his back against the lockers and clicks his tongue against his slightly crooked teeth.

"Are you serious?" I pop my hip out and cross my arms over my chest as I give him a raised eyebrow. Niall nods with a wide sinister smile spreading across his face.

Eleanor usually goes for the popular guys. I mean, I guess I kinda became popular after making this club. It feels great honestly; but to have girls throwing themselves at you, especially by girls like her, is absolutely dreadful. Considering I AM gay. I just try to be nice to them, but sometimes when I am they usually think I'm playing them. When in all honesty I'm just not interested.

"The groups meeting now, right?" Niall asks just as I close my locker.

"Yup, like always Niall," I sigh carrying my books.

About 2 years ago I talked to the office into specifying the coordinates for the club room. So basically my club has a room for itself. When I first began the club, I had to ask teachers if I could borrow their classrooms after school, which made it awkward since some teachers would stay longer than their time being. So I'm very thankful.

I pace myself to get to the "safe haven" for those who feel need to be protected, and to those who want to talk out their problems. This club is amazing because I absolutely love helping others.

When I get to the door I see the beautiful painting of the words "The Bully Project" laid out across the wood. I grasp the key that's around my neck and push it through the key hole turning it ever so slightly. I open the door to see my creation of a room. On my right side I see a painting of the smile which symbolizes to "always smile" or "to always be happy."

To my left I see one of my favorites, the words "Never lose hope." I sigh in happiness as I set my book bag and textbooks on the ground next to my chair I usually sit in.

"I love this place," I sigh laying on the soft white carpet in the center of the circled chairs. I look up to the roof, which I had made looking like a clear blue sky. I know it might seem childish for high schoolers, but... I like it.

"Uh Louis?" I sit up quickly looking in the direction my name was called. A pack of students were standing at the open door with shy smiles.

"Oh, sorry guys," I laugh nervously standing to my feet. I smile to everyone and motion them to sit anywhere they'd like.

There are about 20 to 30 people in the bully project. It's great improvement. All I had was Niall and maybe a few other people. I started advertising then boom a full group.

Someone bumps into me and I look to the girl.

"Hey Sam," I smile to her, she waves back with her head low as she takes a seat next to mine. Sam, short for Samantha, has been with me the longest. She's quite shy and never really talks considering she has it the worst.