Halfway Through the Scale

The Gretting

Chapter Two
After anatomy with Mr. Blake, the Jocks never left. They whispered the same things they usually tell me. Quir, FAGGOT, homosexual, pussy. There's more, but I try to black it out. Once the noise is no longer heard and they leave the hall, I dig into my pocket and reach for the vicodin and swallow it. I used to drink water with it, but that was when I was naive and unsure of it. I chuckle. I'm far gone, beyond that lifetime.

Almost reaching the end of the hall from the stampede of stupid teenagers, I feel a heavy weight hit my right shoulder. I grit my teeth, but the pain is horrid. It's as if a rhino knocked off my whole arm. I don't know who it was, but I know this will not go unmarked. The heavy person has stopped but not to apologize but to laugh at me with their idiotic friends. It only gives me it's back. With my right hand covering my left shoulder from the pain, I manage to speak my mind.

"Watch where you're going, you fucken hippo!"

The heavy back turns itself around, and I see the fat bastard with a bemused expression. Everyone else senses that something is going to go down.

"Shut up, you don't even have the balls." It says it like it's a true fact. It turns back to it's friends but the crowd is waiting for more. I become mute for some three seconds. I breath in the anger. I've had enough of this shit.
"If you would cut off some of your disgusting fat, people can walk through these halls." The crowd id ooing. Good, maybe they'll see this bastards for it's true colors.

"Why don't you go kill yourself, your skinny ass bitch. Your death bed await."

"At least I'm not a disgusting pig!"I hiss while approaching the monster. It had nothing to say. I grin with a satisfied smile. A roaring crowd laughs their lungs out. Embarrassment is seen with the pink color flourishing it's cheeks. That's weird, since when do guys turn that type of red?

"Dude, you just burned that hoe." A male voice is heard in the crowd. I don't know who it was, since everyone is endlessly laughing. They know what I'm talking about. I don't want to, but a small smile approaches my lips. I should be angry, perhaps puncturing the guys face, but it's hard not to laugh when it's being implied to do so. My wonder off to it. To my surprise, it's racing put the hall. Running away from the screams of laughter. The donate sound of it all. The smile hides away. Disappears for another time. Wait, did he just call it a "hoe?" The faces become plastered on my small sight. Voices disoriented, everything spinning. I can't believe I just said that to a girl.