Tomboy

#31. Hurt beyond jealousy hurt beyond revenge.

SURPRISE POV! (Even tho it's kinda short)

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________________________Lyric

I was heartbroken, I was tired. I was fatigued and I was just plain broken so bad but I would never let that show. I was going to pull up and go to school. I don't care what I feel. I don't care about Axel anymore. He is nothing. We are nothing.

I messaged Sam seeing as he was the only one that respected my space and my friendship. The only one that was real with me. The only one that wasn't a two faced penny.

I left the house with a grin on my face, hiding all that was going on with me from my sister. Even if I was hurting inside, no one would know. Even if I was mad, no one would hear it and even if I cared, no one would see it. Especially Axel.

I came to school as usual but the only thing different was that there was a massive crowd a few lockers away from mine. The commotion was loud as people laughed and chanted and slowly my heart began to race. I pushed through the crowd until I was up toward the front and as I saw the sight before me, I boiled over in anger.

I didn't know the boy, he looked around the same age as me and his brown hair was falling across his forehead in a short brown fringe. He was tall and skinny and his books sprawled across the floor. Around him stood three to four built boys and they laughed as the shoved him against the locker. A mob of girls stood around them, laughing and clinging to their arms as the boys tormented the innocent guy before them.

My stomach flipped as I remember the days I was in that same position and no one stood up for me. The days I wanted to go home and end it all as they shouted, "Why don't you go home and kïll yourself?" But I stood strong, lord knows if this boy could pull through and do the same.

"Did your fat ass mother eat all your damn food, Harvard?" Said the one standing in the middle.

My mind reeled and my breathing pace excelled. I could no longer listen, no longer be a bystander.

"Did your dad leave you guys because you were both so gay?" Said another.

You know nothing, I thought, about this boy. About why his father isn't there and you have no right to judge what's not your own.

"Did your sister-" began another but I had had enough. I would hate myself more than the boy if I just stood there, gawking. It wouldn't make me any different from the rest. It wouldn't make me better, it would make me weaker than the bullies themselves because I stood there hiding in their shadow.

"All you fücking pussies stop it!" I yelled, pushing through to the middle. I didn't want to swear. I didn't want to yell. I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry because I knew what it felt like to be both Harvard and the bully. I wanted to cry because I knew that even though I made a difference here and now today, there might be many more to come. I wanted to cry because I knew even though these four boys were the bad guys, they were trying so hard just to be accepted.

Accept.

That's all these students fought for, yet it's all they never gave each other.

"Aww look." Cooed the one in the middle again. "Is this your girlfriend?" He said even though I could see he was checking me out.

"Excuse me fück face." I said, "Did he do anything to you?" I asked, pointing to Harvard.

"No-"