Changes are Cruel // Vikklan

Chapter 4

Pieces of paper fell to the ground as he ripped the slip in front of me. "Oh, looks like you are tardy, Mr. Power, with no excuse." He smirked with the most cruelest lip curl. Could anyone hear my heart pounding against my rib cage at this point? I sure could hear it so clearly in my ears.

I was a mess at this point. I watched as he stood, towering over me slightly. He grabbed my arm tightly, sure to leave imprints from his harsh grip. He began to yank me towards the door. "Hey, I recorded your mischievous doings! Don't make me show the principal and make you lose your job!" I heard a British tone speak. I turned to see Vikk standing, his phone outstretched in front of him. He was smirking, obviously not afraid to get the teacher into heavy trouble.

I heard a low huff come from the man with his grip still tightly around me. He shoved me towards the desks and the rest of the people. I scampered quickly to my desk, nearly falling and making myself even more embarrassed. I threw myself into my desk and quickly covered my head and face with my arms.

Silence. Silence is all that I wanted. I wanted solitude and to be locked in my room until this day wipes itself from my memory. This is horrible! I have never been treated so rudely before. With a very shaky breath, I looked up from my personal cage I had wove myself in. The class stared at me, shock covering their faces. I felt my face heat, meaning I was fucking blushing. Great.

I looked down at the surface of the desk, rubbing my fingers awkwardly on drawings previous students had drew. I caught the glimpse of someone in the corner of my eye. It appeared to be Vikk smiling. Why would he be smiling? It then clicked that he had saved me. He had made up that excuse to save me from being yelled at. Why? Why would he save someone he hated so much?

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The last bell rung for the end of school. Time to go home to the loneliness I call a sweet haven. It's like my nirvana; my paradise. I can be who I want, act like I wish, and just overall think as much as I desire. I can be upset and crying and not having to worry about keeping a faulty smile upon my lips, or forcing a laugh at jokes that were quite funny, yet I just didn't find interest in such petty nonesense anymore. I can be me. The real me.

I gathered my items and shoved them to the depths of my backpack before rushing into the crowded hallways. This reminded me so vaguely of lunch hour on highways; so crowded and busy with people. I pushed past people before reaching my locker. With little effort, the combination was put in and the locker door was wide open. I shoved the bag away and slammed the door closed, sighing in relief. I can finally be the real me. The one no one knows.

I began to turn around, but I was shocked at who was there. "So, what are you doing there?" His tone never stopped making my heart speed up. I feared him. I was horrified of him. "I-I was ab-about to go hom-home." I stuttered out, eyes wide. I saw his face sadden.

"Did you know I didn't even record what the teacher did?" He said, his lips curling into a weak smile. "You saved me.." I whispered, my head hanging low. "Why?" I glanced up, seeing him looking back with shame filling his orbs. "Because I realized the pain I cau-"

I snapped awake, breathing heavily. I glanced around, noticing the familiar hallway of my home. I still laid against the rough door, my knees against my chest firmly. I wiped my eyes, shaking my head. I knew Vikk would never change. He is still that cold-hearted male that beats me to no end. He will never change..

My hopes will never come true, for you will always be so cruel and rude. You will never be that friend I wanted. I will never have my friends back like I did many years ago, before I announced my sexuality to one. It spread like wildfire. I regret it. I regret it so much. I always will.