Before Smosh

Chapter 5

A/N Hello you! Hey so I just can't seem to fit Ianthony into this yet (good for those who'd rather a plain smosh fic) but I think I can fit it in a bit later on. Coolies? Cool. Also, I'm kinda doing that thing where you don't really have a definite plan of what's going on and then you just write whatever. So if it's bad that is why :P

Thanks for reading! You're all so kind *less than three*

Anthony

It was the fourth day in a row I’d given Ian a ride home from school and it was really nice to hang out with him. In those short couple of days we’d become best friends again and even though we knew very little about each other at that point, we still knew it was meant to be. I’d somehow avoided the inevitable bullying that Ian got and Ian had been torment free, which was probably some sort of record. He was constantly smiling and wasn’t the introvert everyone thought he was.

That day we did the same as the last couples of days, sitting around and playing Halo, totally absorbed n the shiny television screen. Then it was time for me to leave. I got in my car and finally gave Ian my number after days of repeating the same sentence. I took off and headed towards the supermarket to pick up some groceries when I was confronted with what I’d thought I’d outrun. I picked a jar of peanut butter off the shelf and turned around swiftly, and directly into one of Ian’s bullies. The leader of the group stood menacingly in front of me, smiling like a psychopath. He was a tall, dark-haired dude who always seemed to stand in the exact same way, as if he was waiting to attack. He and I looked a lot a like, except he was taller and darker skinned. This was Derrick.  I sighed as I surveyed Derrick’s cohorts, who stood around me in a circle, waiting for the word. Silence and tension hovered around us and I stood with my eyes level to the head bullies chin.

“Hello, Antoinette,” Derrick said.

“Hello, dick face,” I replied as menacingly as possible and gave his shoulders a slight shove.

He chuckled for a moment and then let his mouth spread into a maniacal smirk.

“How’s your boyfriend doing?” He asked, ignoring my previous insult.

I wracked my brain for a witty insult to retort with, but my mouth spoke without me and I plainly said, “I don’t have a boyfriend, idiot.”

“You don’t have to hide Ian from us, we already know him” Derrick said.

“He’s just a friend,” I said, maybe to quickly and defensively.

Derrick’s smile spread wider on his face and he started to approach me, seemingly to put his arms around my shoulders. Instinctively, my arms shot out in front of me and Derrick went flying backwards into a shelf of pickle jars and miscellaneous.

“That wiped the smile off your face, didn’t it?” I found myself saying.

The four bullies around me stared open mouthed, mirroring the same expression as Derrick. All of a sudden the only girl in the group, Amanda, launched herself at me, sending me into shelves of spreads and whatnot. She then picked up a glass jar of jam that was rolling on the floor and threw it at me, thankfully missing me. The jar smashed on the ground and covered me in the muck. One of the other cohorts took over my attack. This short but tough blonde guy pushed me onto the ground and made sure to lean on my left shoulder, making shards of glass pierce my skin. He was about to punch me square in the jaw when a store attendant pulled the blonde kid off me.

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“As it was only a small offence, we see no reason to call the police. You only have to pay for the damages,” said the manager of the store, “Two jars of peanut butter, one jar of jam, a jar of pickles and three cans of vegetables. All up it’s $15.”

I could tell those douche bags wouldn’t pay any of it. If they weren’t broke they would make up some sort of excuse. I paid for everything myself and then left to finish what I’d come for. I bought the groceries and walked out the exit only to receive a punch on the shoulder and hear “see ya, fag”.

This wasn’t over.