One Shots

The Bully and the Outcast

I sat inside math class as the teacher droned on and on about things I didn't know nor did I care for them. The only thing I truly care for in this class was my seat. It was directly next to window, letting me see the world outside in peace away from everyone else. I could see the wind caress the leaves on maple trees and the weeping willow's branches sweep away at the grass. They were beautiful views, but my favorite was the guy next to me named Mark.

He was my bully, which was the main reason I hate him. I used to think he was amazing and he was my friend then he started to bully me. He would taunt and just call me names with the rest of his friends, but then he started to get violent. He was the nicest kid I knew, but the minute I came out those green eyes looked at me in horror as his pale pink lips were open showing the smiley he had and his hair was pushed out of his face by him running his hands through it.

I was lucky to never be able to get the rest of my confession out. He had run out of the classroom we were hidden in and told the whole school my secret that I stupidly decided to share. No one was my friend in fear of either being bullied or getting the "disease". I had friends who went to my school, but they left the school. We hang out all the time and they disapprove of Mark, my bully, for everything he does. They don't understand why no one could not accept someone for who they were.

I sighed before looking up at the math board to notice there was notes I was suppose to be taking. I didn't care. They were just things that would never really help me due to the fact that I wasn't planning on staying alive long enough to need them. This was my living hell and that was all it was ever going to be, especially since I couldn't hate Mark. I had fallen in love with him when we were friends and I wasn't able to fall out of love. I was beginning to think I was a masochist.

I looked down to doodle into my notebook when I noticed a note sitting on top of my notebook. I opened the note to see the familiar handwriting of Mark. I let my fingers trace the letters remembering when we used to pass notes all the time. Those times seemed to be the happiest days of my life, but that was then and this is now. I let out a sigh, realizing that I should probably reply but I didn't. I stared at it, not even reading the words then looked up to see that Mark was glancing back every now and then.

I glared at Mark when he glanced back again. He seemed surprise then returned the glare that had me squirm in my seat. He looked at the note then at me and I quickly looked at it as the words stared back. I couldn't seem to read, since all I could do was feel the intensity of his glare. I glanced up to see him turn back to the board and continued his notes. I let out a sigh of relief before looking down at the note once more.

'Meet me after class.'

'No!'

I passed the note back to Mark as I went to stare out the window. It was so beautiful and calm that I just wanted to join it. It was better than being in rowdy classes of people who were to stuck up and total dicks, but here I was stuck in this room full of those people. I was just lucky that soon school would be over and I could just lay out underneath the weeping willow to hear it's stories once more, since that was my favorite tree. The note landed on my desk again, taking my attention from outside, as the teacher went on and on about variables and that.

'That was an order, not a question.'

I could practically hear the growl from the words and how far the words had been dug into the paper. I whimpered a bit before giving up my fake confidence that would never help me. He was demanding me for something, and it would probably equal my death, which would help me, or it would be something that would humiliate me. I frowned at the note before looking up to see the teacher starting to finish his lesson.

'fine..'

I threw the note back which hit the back of his head. He glared at me before picking it up and giving a satisfied look at it. I noticed we still had thirty minutes left of class and the teacher started to hand out worksheets. "You are allowed to work in partners," he announced as he handed me my worksheet, steering clear of touching me or even looking at me.