Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 1

Brandon's POV

I sat in the grass with Ronnie, Dave and Mark by the highschool. Ronnie stood against a tree and Dave was talking about some girl in his math class. Mark was watching me with calm eyes, freaking me out just a little. I was making another flower crown out of the dandelions that scattered the school's field.

"You're so weird," Dave scoffed picking up the flower crown that sat on my head.

"Hey, give me that back!" I exclaimed and grimaced, Dave placed the crown back one my head, I adjusted it, "I know I'm weird, you don't have to point it out all the time."

"He points it out 'cause he likes that you're weird," Ronnie laughed. Dave slugged Ronnie in the arm. "Ow!" Ronnie winced, "do you not like that he's weird? Why are you friends with him?"

"You don't have to say it like that, it sounds gay!"

I made a small whimpering sound at the word "gay", I've been called that as an insult so many times, it's basically a dirty word now.

"It doesn't have to sound weird, you curly freak!" Ronnie snapped and punched Dave in the shoulder.

"Hit me one more time, and I swear to God, I'll punch you in the mouth," Dave growled.

Ronnie rolled his eyes and picked his backpack off the ground and slipped his arms through the straps. "I gotta go, class starts in ten minutes."

"Hey Ronnie, what do you have first period?" Dave smirked.

Ronnie rolled his eyes again. "Band," he murmured softly.

"Say that again?" Dave taunted. "I couldn't hear you."

"I said, Band! Now go flirt with Brandon, dick!" Ronnie roared and shoved Dave to the side. Dave burst out laughing and Ronnie headed towards the school.

"Hey, you know we better go in, class starts soon," Dave said to me.

"One more flower, hold on," I grumbled, my tongue slightly slipping out from my mouth subconsciously as I concentrated on the crown.

Dave sighed heavily and turned to Mark, probably looking at him like, "can you believe this guy?"

I stood from the grass after finishing the crown and placed it on a branch of the tree beside me. I then picked up my backpack and put it on, "ready to go?" I asked Dave and Mark.

"Yup," Dave responded popping the P.

Mark simply nodded and we walked towards the school.

Before we could make it into the school, we came into contact with one of my bullies, Craig.

"Hey, fag," he grinned.

I learned to keep my mouth shut because saying something would result in me getting beaten up or shoved in a locker- or both.

"Leave him the fuck alone, Craig," Dave spat.

"Ooh, look, it's the faggot's boyfriend," Craig cooed cockily.

"Go away, Craig," Mark grumbled.

"Oh hey Mark, you're a little quiet today, cat got your tongue?" Craig taunted.

"I'll give you three seconds to get the hell away from us," Dave growled and stepped forward.

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" Craig exclaimed sarcastically in a high-pitched voice.

I grabbed Dave's arm before he could swing his fist and start a brawl with Craig. "It's not worth it, you're already on Mr.Fredrick's bad side."

Ah yes, Mr.Fredrick, the school's principal, does nothing to punish the school bullies because most of the time their parents are extremely wealthy- like Craig's, and without assholes like Craig, our football team would be shit.