Chapter 2

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*next day*

Alan slammed his locker shut. "Your mom said she was hot?"

I chuckled and grabbed my history book from my locker. "Well she didn't say exactly that but yeah." I shut my locker.

We started walking towards class and ignored the rude comments that were said to us by our classmates. "When does she move in?" Alan asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not sure."

He rolled his eyes. "Your useless, man."

I smiled and then bumped right into Colin Fane. My biggest tormenter.

He smiled real big and grabbed my shirt. "You lookin for a fight, Carlile?"

I shook my head. "No, Colin."

He punched me, hard, in the mouth and then threw me to the ground, my books flying everywhere. "Later, faggots." He walked away.

I sighed and picked up my stuff, getting up and looking at Alan. "I'm so sick of him."

Alan nodded. "Yeah, me too." He walked to his classroom door. "See you at lunch."

I nodded. "See ya." I walked to the bathroom to clean the blood off my face. When I looked in the mirror I got angry. Colin had been bullying me since I was 10 years old. I was 17 now and I was sick of it. And I was sick of nobody ever standing up for me.

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