Fumble. (Princeton Teen-Fic)

Chapter 3: Aligned Correctly.

Half day bish!!!!!!!!!!!! :D So, of course I'm gonna try to make a chapter.

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Prema's P.O.V

Location; At her house.

I could feel the cold, from outside, creeping up into our creaky house. I quickly got in and out of the shower, as I prepared for the school day. By the looks of it, it was raining. Hard. And, it felt very cold. I sighed and opened my closet door, to change my outfit, for one that'd match the weather conditions. I placed out my grey Re-wind, Pause, Play, Stop and Fast Forward, shirt. Then, I picked out some light pink jeans and my grey and pink Converse. I placed fake studs in my ears and threw my hair in a bun along with a pink bandanna. I grabbed my Hakuna Mata-covered phone and my tote bag. I walked downstairs and saw that, unfortunately, my siblings were already awake, as well. I sighed and opened the fridge, to only find out that there was no, breakfast left. I sighed and closed it sadly. I allowed myself to a cup of water. I saw Dad, walking with his business suit on, strolling down the stairs, with a big goofy smile. One cup of coffee in one hand, and his brief case in the other. He kissed everyone's forehead, and then gave me a tight hug before nodding, and leaving out. I looked at my phone and then grabbed my black umbrella. I placed it up, and walked to school. Alone.

Jacob P.O.V

 

Is there any reason why I'm just an ugly creation?

I sighed as I stared down at my un-tied sneakers. I didn't care, if I tripped. And fell, and possibly suffered from brain damage. And then died in the end. Cause honestly. That's all I wanted. I wanted to die. Die because my dad wasn't around, like he should've. Die, because I had no one there for me. Die, because, I'm me. Maybe in the after-life, I'd be a good looking person. 

"Yeah right." I laughed to myself. I though, "What'd I do, to deserve to be treated so poorly?"

God must hate me. Yeah, I was probably meant to be an animal, but something went wrong. God must hated me, because I was simply, a mistake. And God makes no mistakes. I walked the long blocks, down to my "Great School." I'd lost my trans-pass, somewhere and I couldn't accept a ride from mom. Who's been more depressed than I have, since we been here. The rain poured down on me, roughly. "This is just wonderful." I said out loud. I could  hear cruel words, being exchanged. Fighting happening, only 7:30 in the morning. I breathed in the Chicago air. "So this is my new Life, huh?" I questioned myself. I ignored the fighting and continued my route, down to school. I thought about my previous, wonderful life in L.A "Nothing was like this." I mumbled. I neared the school, quicker than I thought I'd reach it. I saw swarms of people, huddled in groups with umbrellas covering their precious heads. This made me eel even more alone. I saw Prema, but I didn't dare walk to her. It was obvious that she was only being friendly OUTSIDE of school, and didn't want to do anything with me, AT school. That's how it always goes. She eyed me a couple times, but I simply ignored it. The bell rang, as we all rushed, to get inside without getting wet. I walked to my locker as usual, to grab my things. I decided to take my sweet ole' time. It wasn't like anyone was in a rush to see me. I shook my head and sighed as I strolled around to the bathroom. I walked in a stall, to relieve myself.

That's when I heard the truth; 

"Man, look at this fuckin' big ass pimple!" someone screeched. It was a male voice, of course, I mean I WAS in the boys' bathroom. 

"Bro, it ain't even noticeable." someone else spoke.

"Shut the fuck up. Yes it is." Aaron yelled again. "Hand me my bag!"

Some scurried to pick up a bag from the floor. I watched from the crack of the door. "Now leave me be!" Aaron yelled, and waved him away. The bell shrugged and then walked out the bathroom. I could see him reach for a small container of something. Powder of some sought. I watched closely. He dabbed at it with tissue and then placed it on his face softly. "I'm fabulous." he smiled brightly. My heart almost came out of my throat. Was Aaron. . Gay? My throat got dry and before you knew it, I was having a coughing spasm. I quickly lung my hand over my mouth. But, it was much too late.

"W-Who's there!" Aaron stuttered. I tried staying quiet. That's when he went crazy. He kicked every bath stall opened. Luckily, mines was at the end. I tried to think fast about what I'd do. I could've crawled under the stall next to me when he got to mines. Or, I could let myself be caught. Plan A. Seemed like it'd have fewer bad consequences than Plan B. I stood there waiting for him to get to my stall. But, when I got on my knees, ready to crawl, he too was on his knees starring me directly in my eye. "YOU!" he screeched. My heart thumped as he tried snatching my shirt. I quckly crawled in the bathroom stalls. Myfoot got stuck and then that's when he dragged me by my pants. By then, I was lying on the bathroom tiles starring directly at my worst enemy. "Why were you in here!?" he questioned madly. I noticed the concealer still on his face. "I had to pee." I confessed. He kicked my stomach; I moaned in pain. "Tell me the truth." he yelled again. I held my stomach. "T-That is the truth!" I tried to convince him. He shook his head and then began to stomp my head into the tile ground. That's when some of his boys came in and laughed. "Join in y'all." he ushered them. They pulled my fro', stomped my stomach in the floor. Cut my lip. By time they were done, it was Lunch Time. I decided to leave and go home. 

9:00 PM in Jacob's Bedroom.

I grabbed my blade, Pleasure. Yeah, I named my knife Pleasure. So what? She always gave me pleasure, in exchange for the cutting of my skin. I held it up to my wrist, debating if I should've did it. It hadn't been at least 4 years since I last cut. I nodded my head and let the blade slice my skin perfectly. I looked at my previous cuts from 4 years ago. They were aligned perfectly up and down my rm. I soon felt an burning sensation, which soon turned to pleasure. I smiled in delight. Things are bad for Jacob Perez.

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That beez a wrap people! I really tried to put my heart out into this chapter. It was very sad for who? Yes you've guessed right. Jacob. I feel so bad! How y'all feel about Aaron's sexuality. I mean, it's not formally out there that he's gay. It's just, a little thing to think about. I mean, all he was doing was wearing a little concealer to hide his acne! That doesn't make him gay? Or do it? Leave your thoughts below.