SWAPPED

First Aid Kit

Enzos POV

⚠️ TW: Violence ⚠️

I know it sounds crazy but me and Alora have definitely switched lives.

I know she's tried to tell me multiple times but I've given up on trying to think of any other reason on why this has happened.

If you think about it, it does make sense. I mean, Alora used to be some weirdo that nobody batted an eye to and I used to be the one who everyone knew, but now she's on the fucking cheer team while I'm only visible when my best friend is beating me up.

Like now.

"Cmon Joey, let's talk this out." I tell him.

Schools over and all of my boys are standing behind Joey, corning me behind the bleachers.

Joey doesn't listen, he laughs and begins taking steps closer to me, I slowly back away.

When my back hits a pole Joey grabs me by my collar and punches me across the face, causing me to fall on the dirt.

If this was any other guy, I would have definitely fought back, but this was the guy who sat next to me on my first day of second grade when I had first moved here.

I didn't have it in me.

Part of me hoped he was just joking and we'd all go back to hanging out the way we used to, but now I'm starting to lose hope.

He towers over me as I wipe off the dirt on my face. The next thing I know his leg swings at my stomach, tossing me over to my left side.

The other guys begin to join in, stomping and kicking me from all sides. I grunt and groan each time they make contact, bruising my ribs, my stomach, causing me to bleed from my nose and from my mouth. My vision begins to go blurry.

The ground has left cuts on my face and my hands as I tried to gain stability but ultimately failing.

After what felt like years they all back away except for Joey who reaches down and grabs me by my collar.

"Pathetic." He chuckles.

"Why're you doing this?" I barely form the words.

He laughs loudly but then suddenly says in a serious tone, "Cause it's funny."

Although I half expected it, I'm still horrified at the response.

He throws me down to the ground one last time before walking away.

I lay there on the ground, I tell myself to get up but my body refuses to do so.

A good 5 minutes pass until I hear footsteps approaching me.

I turn my head towards the sound and through my foggy vision I make out to see a familiar adidas shoes.

I slightly turn away in shame, but it hurts to move so the most I could to was turn my head to the other side.

"What the hell are you doing." The voice says.

I turn to my back and see a familiar figure, but from the voice alone I know who it is.

It's Alora.

I try to get up but miserably fail thanks to my bruised body.

She finally gets a good look at my face, "Oh my god, what happened!?"