"Please Clay, give me a break. You already broke my wrist today!"
"Oh c'mon man, that's unfair. Leaving the fun for yourself," said one of Clay's friends.
"Don't worry. He's all yours gentleman." said Clay, while stepping aside for them.
They all beat me up while he enjoyed himself, watching me suffer in pain.
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I barely made it to my last class before that beating. And before I knew it, school was over.
While walking out of the building, I notice Karl on the side, whispering something to Nick while staring at me.
I continued walking my route home, ignoring what I just saw.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder as I turned to see Karl walking by me.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Why do you care? I thought that from the looks I was receiving from you this morning, you didn't trust me anymore."
"It's not that! Well, it is! But I changed my mind!" he blurted out.
"You changed your mind?" I said, while stopping.
"Yes! And I'm really sorry!"
"That's not how it works Karl. I'm sorry for being so selfish but you don't say 'i changed my mind'. You're supposed to say you were wrong. That you made a mistake." I sighed while continuing to walk.
He didn't follow me this time. But I wasn't going to look back to see if he went home.
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Time flew and it has already been a few weeks. In the spam of time, I received many concerned glances from Karl and Nick. And my wrist wasn't healing any time soon.
Recently Clay would follow me, alone, to the rose garden or behind the school and beat me on his own. Then later in the day he'd tell his friends how I'm "all theirs" and watch as they hurt me.
The rose garden was more like a rose maze so today I left lunch early to hide in the garden. Hoping Clay wouldn't find me.
"Hiding from me George," Clay said while walking around the corner.
"You know I would never," I said putting on a fake smile.
He stepped closer to me and leaned his face in, holding my jawline with his hand.
"Which pretty little tooth should I break out first?"
I wasn't going to question how close our faces were together. But I suddenly had something to really question about.
He had used his other hand to tug down my t-shirt from the collar and take a look at my neck. The look in his eyes seemed like he lost himself.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked, clearly confused.
He snapped back into reality when I said that and stepped away from me.
"Why'd you do that!?" I sternly asked.
"Stop asking questions George," he said as he punched me across the face.
Oh good, he's back to his normal self.
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FanfictionGeorge is a high school student in a school filled with homophobic and toxic teens. His father passed away so he only has his mother left. At home, George is a nice and helpful son but outside, he's the school punching bag for being gay. After years...
