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Killdip-High school

Tyrone's POV:  (Short prologue) 

Have you ever had a crush on somebody? Maybe it was impossible for them to like you back? Well, that's the situation I'm in right now! There's this dude named Kill Cipher, and he's the hottest, richest, most popular guy in school. All the girls dream about getting with him. I mean, who doesn't? I'd love to get held in his big, muscular arms any day! But sadly, I can only dream that will happen. He's straight and handsome, and I'm the nerdy gay boy everybody loves to pick on...But who knows? Maybe my dreams can become a reality.

Tyrone's POV: (Actual story)

I was walking down the hall, trying to avoid the popular and mean kids and just get to my locker. Soon enough, I was stopped by Blake, one of the most known bullies in the school. "Hey little faggot!" He said, laughing and grabbing one of my shoulders. Blake had greasy orange hair and huge zits all over his nose and forehead. Worst of all, he had crooked yellow teeth that stick out like a sore thumb. So, as you guessed, not a very pretty sight to look at. I growled and slapped his hand away. "Get your nasty hands off of me." I said confidently. But it was shortly broken after I was lifted into the air by the collar and pinned against some lockers. "What was that, fag boy?" Blake grinned and tightened his grip. I tried to picture huge hairy spiders and worms crawling through his teeth to make it less scary. It didn't work. Blake raised his hand. "Answer me!" I closed my eyes and tried to speak, but nothing came out. As if I forgot how to speak. Blake started to lower his hand at rapid speed, but the pain never came. I slowly opened my eyes to see that Blake had been stopped by none other than Kill. He was giving him a nasty stare. One that said, "Back off or I'll rip your inside out." Blake giggled nervously and backed away. "K-Kill! I was just giving Tyrone here, a little high five!" I looked at Blake and shook my head, making him glare at me. Finally, Kill spoke up. "Well, leave Tyrone here alone, got that?" Kill said  in a soft yet harsh voice. "And if I ever hear the word 'faggot' come out of your mouth, I will not hesitate to beat the ever living shit out of you!" Kill pushed him to the ground, then came over to me, grabbing my hands gently. "Are you okay?" He said. I froze and smiled like a damn idiot. "Y-Yeah! R-Really great now...!" Kill looked at me sympathetically. "You should sit with me during lunch, Tyrone. We can get to know each other!" I blushed and looked away. "Uh-huh! I-I'd love that!"

I might continue this tomorrow...sorry for not updating!