Pick Your Poison (L.S)

Chapter 3- Harry

T/W: this chapter contains violence, sexual assault/rape and homophobia.

Harry's pov:
I hurry through the hallway, only stopping when I notice Mr Tomlinson, who is standing a few metres away from his classroom, looking absolutely horror-stricken. Both confused and curious, I follow his eyes to see what he is staring at.

I raise an eyebrow when I see that he is staring at the new sex ed teacher, Mr Belmore. I had his class earlier today. Mr Belmore, who insists that we all call him by his first name, Brandon, finds ways to make learning sex ed fun, and a lot less embarrassing. He's also really funny, he manages to make everyone laugh or smile and all that. Everyone loves him. Everyone but me. I don't know what it is, but he has this really weird vibe. Something just seems off about him, and it gives me a weird gut feeling. My mother has always taught me to trust my gut, so I'm gonna try and stay away from him.

I look back over at Mr Tomlinson , and he is now breathing unevenly, one hand over his heart, while the other is clenched tightly in a fist. The blood has drained from his face, making him look unhealthily pale, and his eyes are darting around, looking at his surroundings, as if searching for an escape. I furrow my brows. Is he okay?

Brandon, who is chatting with Miss O'Brien, suddenly notices Mr Tomlinson, and a smile spreads across his face. But not a normal smile. The way Brandon is looking at his co-worker causes my bad gut feeling to worsen. Brandon approaches Mr Tomlinson, who instantly looks even more horrified.

Mr Belmore leans over and whispers something into his fellow teacher's ear, a sick smirk upon his face as he pulls away.

Mr Tomlinson looks near ready to faint. Although I have no idea what's going on, I decide that I should intervene. Today is the only day that I will ever be thankful for my clumsiness.

I run towards the two men, then once close enough, I pretend to trip. I 'accidentally' crash into Brandon, causing him to fall over.

"Oh my gosh, I am sooo sorry, sir! It was an accident, I promise!" I cry, subtly gesturing to Mr Tomlinson to leave while he has the chance. He seems shocked, but shoots me a thankful look anyways, before hurrying into his classroom.

"It's all good, bud." He says as he stands up, rubbing the back of his head with a wince. "It happens to the best of us." Brandon adds with a laugh, clapping my shoulder, before walking off.

I grimace, and wipe my shoulder off. Gross.

As I'm walking through the halls, I can't help but wonder; why did Mr Tomlinson seem so scared of Mr Belmore?

I shrug the thoughts off, and adjust my flower crown, as it had fallen to the side.

"Fag!" Someone calls after me as I walk, causing me to roll my eyes and shake my head subtly, fed up with the ridiculous behaviour. Like, some people are gay! Deal with it!

I ignore many more comments as I walk in the direction of my next class; some calling me hurtful names, others pointing and laughing at me. Being so used to this harrassment makes it much easier to ignore, which I'm definitely very thankful for.

I enter the science classroom, of course to immediately be greeted by whispering. The maths teacher gives me her usual judging look, and just rolls her eyes with a silent laugh at the sight of my flower crown. I give her a hard glare in return. Miss Calder is one of those people who is really, really, hard to like. Everyone hates her! Every. Single. Student.

I slip into my seat in the back corner of the classroom, where no one else sits because there is a massive spider in the corner that everyone's scared of.