Beneath You're Beautiful (EDITING)

Chapter 1: Nothing

A/N
A few of these chapters are going to be written as the perspective of one of the characters- Thomas Hall. I will tell you when the perspective changes to a different character later on in the story. Enjoy!

Bitter, hateful, infuriated, outraged, and resentful. These were all of the emotions I felt while I pounded my fist into the terror-stricken Mark Davies.

No sorrow. No regret for what I was doing. Nothing in the back of my head telling me that it was wrong, that I should stop. Nothing.

So, I kept on repeatedly smashing Mark's face with as much force as I was capable of.

Where's mommy?

That's what he'd said as I shrugged last him in order to go to my quiet place in school, near the back of the building where no one ventured alone. I was able to ignore it, the first time, despite the anger boiling up inside me, but then he decided to say something that landed him in an awful position.

"Oh wait, she's not here!"

I spun around to face the spiky blonde haired footballer. My height was at an advantage where I was able to easily tower over him and glare into his suddenly fearful eyes. Yet still, no matter how scared he was of me, his mouth opened anyway to tease me further.

"Get out my face you loner. Can't you see that I don't want a piece of shit like you intruding my personal space?"

Finally, I leaned down my head a little so I could whisper my threatening words to Mark.

"Well that's a shame because my fist is about to, not only intrude your personal space, but destroy it."

With a raised eyebrow and look of shock on both Mark's and the crowding spectators' faces, they all gulped as I drew my fist back, connecting it with Mark's face a few short seconds later.

Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to cause as much harm as intended, for I was yanked forcefully off his limp body and pulled away.

This was my fourth fight this week at St Joseph's high school.

Now, the same thing was going to happen as last time...and the time before that...and the time before that. I was going to be taken to Padua, a small office where I have to spend the whole day. During this day, I was going to be lectured by my stupid teachers and then screamed at by my idiot of a Father.

It was always the same punishment.

However, to my surprise, I was being lead somewhere else. I wasn't being taken to Padua at all. Instead, I was pulled to the front office where my Father and the headmistress stood with grimaces on their faces.

"Ah, Thomas. I've called your Father down here so we can all talk."

I definitely don't like the sound of that...

We sat down on the cheap, spongy chairs. A twinge of fear crept down my spine as my gaze connected with my Father's. I noticed there wasn't a moment where he stopped glaring at me with piercing, maddened eyes. Thankfully, the headmistress continued speaking, finally breaking the tension between us.

"Thomas, the reason why we're having this chat is because, as you already know, you have started many fights in my school as well as the one I've had to pull you out of today! I have been informed by your Father here that he, however, was not aware of your violent habits."

I could have swore I heard my Dad mumble something unintelligible after she spoke. Although, I was able to make it out along the lines of: "good for nothing scumbag".