Falling

one

A/N
i know this chapter is kinda fast, it gets better i promise😂😂
TW for su!c!d3

It was finally there. The last week of term.

The students of The Glade senior school were hot and tired, the exam week was over.

The year 11's were gone, having finished their GCSE's, and the teachers were becoming more relaxed, the students laying on the field in the sun between periods (and during lessons with some of the more lenient teachers).

It was that time when nobody really wanted to be in school any longer, preferring to be at the beach to escape the stifling heat and parched grass of the playground. Everybody was sluggishly waiting for the last day, so they could go home.

Newt sat away from the rest of the year 10's during lunch break. He was curled in the corner underneath the tree, a slight breeze ruffling the pages of his book. He never liked being social, always feeling different, left out, like he didn't belong. He was smaller in stature, and paler then the others, with dark eye bags from nights spent awake with his thoughts. He kept himself to himself, rarely talking to anyone, rarely coming into the sun, staying in the corner away from the rest of his classmates.

In fact if anyone had cared to look closer, he was unhealthily skinny, malnourished and almost sickly looking. Not that anyone did.

"OI NEWT!" came a holler from across the field.

He folded the page on his book, he hadn't been reading it anyway, and looked up. Gally, Ben and a few other boys in his year were marching across the turf towards him. He clutched his book and staggered to his feet, one hand against the tree for support.

"Didn't you hear me?!" Gally laughed, and the boys all jeered.

"What do you want?" Newt asked quietly.

"Speak up you little fag!" Shot in Ben, and Gally slapped him on the back laughing.

That word put him on edge, they didn't know he was gay but if they ever found out he'd be better off dead then dealing with them.

Newt gritted his teeth and said louder this time "what do you want?"

He hoped the boys couldn't hear the wobble in his voice.

"We just wanted some fun, didn't we lads?" Gally spread his arms wide, sauntering closer to Newt. Newt backed up against the tree his book falling to the floor.

"Don't you have something better to do?" muttered Newt, and Gally sneered, turning back to the others.

"The little fucker's got himself an attitude!" they laughed "I say we teach him a lesson, what do you say lads?"

They all cheered, and Gally took another step towards Newt, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him into the sun, where he pushed him roughly to the floor. Two boys came and stood on his arms, holding them down but Gally shooed them away.

"I want to see him try and fight back" A small chuckle ripples across the group.

Around the scene people had started gathering, some looking excited, some concerned for the smaller boy but nobody stepped in to help, all to scared of Gally and his puppets.

Newt looked away, his head to the side, his eyes scanning for a way to escape. None.

"Look at me!" Newt received a kick to the side, and he forced himself to turn his head back to meet Gally's gaze.

His eyes held a small amount of defiance as he stared back up at the muscular boy. To be honest he didn't know where it came from, but he knew that he wasn't going to let Gally and his cronies beat him up every day forever. Something needed to change, and Newt was going to do it.