Dizzy For Dee Fizzy

who the hell is Damon?

The taste of blood filled Lexs mouth. He winced in severe pain and kept his eyes closed while the punches kept coming.

"He even looks like a fag!"

"What does his shirt say??? Sleeping With Sirens?? More like Sleeping With Fags!!!" That was a joke coming from one of Seths main little minions, Bryan. Bryan kissed Seth's ass so much, he wanted to be just like Seth. He did everything Seth did.

Even though Lex was in extreme pain, he was internally really disappointed in the stupid joke that Bryan made.

Really? Lex thought. Even I could've came up with something better than that.

"No dude, just stop. That joke was almost as gay as him." Seth said.

Just as Seth finished his sentence, the bell rang and echoed through Lex's ears. He didn't bother getting up. The halls started filling up with students, so he quickly crawled to a corner near a classroom door.

He kept his eyes closed for many reasons. He didn't want to see the dirty looks anyone gave him, and the pain was so extreme that if he did open his eyes, or do anything with his face, it would hurt like hell. He was curled up with his knees up to his chest.

As people walked by, some would kick him. His ribs already hurt but this multiplied that.

Lex lifted his head up slowly and opened his eyes, squinting. He put both of his shaking hands on the wall, trying to get a grip. His legs shook as he tried to get up and balance himself out.

Fuck. He thought. Where's my bookbag.

He looked around and saw his bookbag across the hall with his notebook and papers scattered everywhere. Most of them had shoe prints on them from the people walking by.

He knelt down and began trying to pick everything up.

Everything became blurry because of his tears. They slowly ran down his face. He tried blocking everyones voices out, but he noticed that a few people were talking about the same thing, so he listened instead.

"Did you guys see Damon??? Like damn."

"God bless Damons genes."

"Damon? More like Daaaaamnon."

First of all that was the corniest pun ever, and second, who the hell is Damon??? He wondered.

He didn't even bother asking because he knew that no one would answer. They would probably punch him or give him a dirty look. After he gathered his things, he slowly limped his way to his English class that he was more than late to.

He slowly walked in and felt all eyes on him. He hated it. He hated attention, but unfortunately, thats all people have been giving him for the past 3 years.

And not the good kind of attention.

He walked to his seat all the way in the back of the classroom. Usually people tried to stick their foot out and trip him, and you'd think that after 3 years of that, he'd know how to dodge that, but no. He still falls.

As usual, Bryan, who was in his English class, stuck his foot out quickly, making Lex fall, but he quickly put his arms in front of him and caught himself before he fell.

Thats the only skill he's learned from that.

Mr. Griffin, his teacher, called to him, "um, Alexander? What's your excuse this time?? Why so late, bud?"

Lex felt his face get red and glared at Bryan. Him. Him and his asshole friends were the reason. But Lex knew he couldn't say that.

"I u-um I had to g-go to my uh l-locker," Lex stuttered.

Lex never talked anymore, which is why he stuttered a lot. He had no one to talk to. His parents hated him, he had no friends, and his teachers knew he hated talking. So they never really called on him.

Except for Mr. Griffin. He loved making Lex's life hell by continuously making him speak aloud. He was practically another Seth, but in teacher form.

Mr. Griffin sighed and shook his head at his poor excuse.

"Well, as I was saying before I was interrupted," he narrowed his eyes at Lex and everyone giggled childishly. "We have a new student," he continued, "Damon Fizzy?"

Ahhh. So that's who that was. Another new student?? Oh great. Add him to the list of people that will be the death of me.

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A/N:

I know no one even reads this but i'm actually liking this so far.

-Arta