Chapter 13: That's no fun

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*January 8th*

*School 12:11 pm*

*Tyler's POV*

"Do you get it now Steve?"

"Yeah, thanks Ty."

"No problem."

The teacher comes over and pulls me to the side. He tells me I need to go to the main office and to take my school bag with me. I hope I'm not going home. What is going on? I grab my bag and head up to the office. The office lady directs me to the back and tells me to find a room with a wooden door and pink walls. I find the pink room she was talking about.... Dr. TC? I come the office and sit down.

"Hey Tyler, I said I was going to see you last week, but I got caught up in something."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm officially your therapist now."

"From who? I know the police station didn't do this shit."

"Rakim, You guys used to date."

"Don't bring him up."

"What happened between the two of you?"

"He betrayed me. I got bullied so bad... Let's not talk about it."

"I'm here so you can talk about it. Tell me what happened Tyler."


*Flash back*

*Hallway*

*7th grade*

*Tyler's POV*

I open my locker and see a big ass note inside. I pull it out and open it. Right, I'm a faggot.... I had enough of this shit.

"Hey faggot, what you doing?"

Rocky says. I turn around.

"Listen here mother fucker, you have one more time to call me that shit."

"Or what? You know you can't touch me."

"You and all your ugly ass friends can come see me later tonight."

"Where?"

"At the park. I know you can't fight so you might as well bring your friends."

"We will be there."

He pushes me into the locker before walking off. 

*Park*

*7:30 pm*

"You sure about this? Are these niggas really coming?"

Jasper asks me.

"Yes, be patient."

"You got your knife?"

Taco asks.

"I do. Do you guys have yours?"

"I couldn't find mines, so I got brass knuckles instead."

Jasper says. 

"Shit here they come."

Rocky and his 4 other friends slowly approach us. We hide our knifes in our pockets as we wait. Jasper pulls out his brass knuckles. Finally, me and Rocky come face to face.

"Who are these guys?"

"My niggas. You got a problem?"

"Not at all.... What the fuck?!"

The rest of my friends sit in the distance holding bats and one of them even with a gun.

"They won't hurt you. They're just here for the show."

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