Changes are Cruel // Vikklan

Chapter 1

Edited

"Move out of my way, you faggot!" I flinched harshly as the voice seemed to pound me to the floor and to my grave. I just shook my head and continued on down the corridor, knowing that their words were the least they could do to me.

Hurting me had to be the worst.

I clung to my text book and thought back to when I was actually liked in seventh grade, but I guess it just had to change into something so much more cruel.

I curled up around the book on my chest, pleading silently that everyone left me be and didn't decide to knock my book from my grip and make me bend down to pick it up; resulting in a kick to my side and laughter.

With the ring of the bell signaling the tardy sign, I sucked in a breath and picked up my pace. I was already hated as is, but now I had to deal with a frustrated teacher that would over step a simple mistake that I had not meant to make; being late.

Not wanting to have a harsher scolding, I started to run and only came to a stop when I stood outside of the classroom door. I heaved in exhaustion, having ran down the entire length of the hall and looked at the door in front of me.

I kept trying to reassure myself that I'd be fine and would just say I had been in the bathroom, but I felt that would not fly. I'd be stupid and try it anyways, of course.

I held my breath and opened the door, slipping inside and instantly having attention brought directly to my blushing form. "Ah, late again, Power?" Mrs. Merandiz announced with her voice booming, and I shrunk down with my eyes cast down in embarrassment.

She was a sweet and gentle soul, but she twisted on me and would be a viper ready to kill, and she'd only be like that to me. Amazing, yeah?

I peaked up and gave a nervous and weak smile, "I'm so sorry, ma'am. I was in the bathroom when the bell rung." She glared at me coldly before crossing her arms, "This is the fourth time you have been late this week, and it's not tolerable in the least. Expect detention at the end of school, Power."

As upset as that had me, I nodded my head and scurried to my desk quickly. The room was full of snickering comments and harsh whispers, but I refused to listen to them.

I fidgeted and straightened my posture, putting on a false smile to fake happiness. I had to look strong even if I was crumbling inside.

The entire time of the period, I couldn't help but ask why I messed up so badly, and if I were truly just plain out worthless. I couldn't help thinking that if I were gone, that people would be better off.

Soon she dismissed the class early, and I watched the students leave before leaving myself. Leaving with the crowd meant shoving, and I was already beat up and sore enough so staying back would ensure some safety.

Just as I was almost out the door, the teacher stopped me in my steps, "Dear, why do you give such poor effort to make it on time to my class?"

I looked over my shoulder and scanned over the fake smile and poor effort of seeming worried.

If she wanted to at least look concerned, she could have acted better. She'd be horrible as an actor.

"It's difficult to arrive in such a short time, but I am sorry for it. I'll try harder tomorrow," I spoke up numbly, "if I'm even alive by tomorrow." The last part had been whispered, and I knew she didn't hear it. She probably wouldn't have cared anyways if it were heard.

She gave a nod, "As long as you make it before the bell, I'm happy. Remember the detention."

I left at that, not caring to say anything because I really didn't have anything else to say.

I breathed in deeply before starting my way towards my locker, but of course I wouldn't make it there.

With the sound of approaching footsteps and loud laughter, I knew I probably wouldn't even make it the rest of the day without just leaving to tend to my wounds.

I froze up when I heard an insult sent to me, and I just pressed my lips together as I turned around to see them laughing at whatever they said that I didn't care to listen to with sickening smirks on their faces.

I trembled slightly as they neared, the thought of being beat again making me afraid and wanting to run, but running wasn't a good idea because I tried that before and didn't make it out as easier as standing still did.

The sad part was I used to be so close to each of them, and it hurt to know they turned on me so quickly.

Mitch was on the right, his brown quiff and checkered hoodie flaunting off as he laughed and made direct eye contact with me.

Preston walked in the middle with his brown hair spiked and bouncing as he pointed towards me and said something I couldn't hear. His deep blue shirt was baggy and tight black jeans showing off thin legs.

Rob was next to Preston, wearing his tight grey jeans and large blue hoodie. His brown eyes were cold and stared at me, and his brown quiff of hair barely moved from its place on his head.

Jerome was the last in his white shirt and blue shorts. His hair was short and nose bulged out farther than the others. His face was blank and emotionless with eyes mirroring it.

I wanted to take a step back as they came up closer, and I could hear their breathing when they stopped. I could hear more steps, and then I saw Vikkram Barns pushing through them and standing as if he led them.

His black hair was glossy across his head as it was spiked, and he wore an ocean blue shirt with black, tight jeans.

I looked down at Vikk and how short he was, fumbling with the sweater paws of my red hoodie nervously. "Look here, boys. The gay faggot's waiting obediently for his beating, "Vikk laughed as he grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. His touch was rough and cold, and I didn't like it.

"Lachlan, what do you say about a good ol' fashioned beating?" He asked with his British accent ringing, but I couldn't answer him. I just began to shudder, leaning away from his touch and keeping my voice and gestures to myself.

He frowned at that, lips curling downwards and eyebrows pushing together.

Preston stared at me blankly, and Rob just kept smirking with his fingers popping to intimidate me. Mitch and Jerome were whispering and laughing at their words, and of course I knew they were talking about me.

Then there was Vikk, holding on to my chin and making me stare down at his dark brown eyes.

As much as I wished and wanted to beg they give me a break, I knew what was coming. I would never be spared.