School Drama (Spamano)

Chapter 1

I flinched as the fist clashed against my face. It wasn't the first time of course, and as I was slammed against a locker, I winced a little. The guy hitting me was, of course, the asshole known as Chase Jefferson. He was... well... how to put it? An idiot? An asshole? A complete peice of shit?

Chase's 'posse' stood behind him with smug looks on their faces, and I had to force myself not to laugh. They looked like something from some form of American school movie, this whole thing looked like an American school movie. I mean, even Chase's NAME sounded like the typical 'douchebag' type. Chase sneered and hit me again, while the rest of them laughed and whispered.

"Fucking gaylord." Chase spat.

I couldn't hold in my snigger, which made him even more agressive.

"The fuck are you laughing at?" He sneered.

"Who the fuck says gaylord anymore?" I said through more laughter.

Suddenly, one of Chase's gang slammed into my stomach, winding me and making me gag. I heaved for breath that wouldn't come, and choked again when Chase smashed his fist across my cheek, one of his many rings left a deep cut on my cheekbone and I recoiled slightly as the cold metal scraped across my skin. Tears sprung to my eyes but I paid them no attention and held my ground, swallowing down the strangled cry trying to make it's way out. I withdrew a breath and spat at Chase, then sneered.

"Stop projecting your own feelings onto me, fucker." I laughed harshly.

"The fuck are you saying!" Chase shouted, then grabbed me by my school tie and slammed me into the locker again. I coughed, only to find myself spitting out blood. Blood which got all over him. Fucker.

"Well, you know, homophobia is a sign of denial." I spat in a sing song voice. Everything I said was pumped full of sarcasm.

"You...Fucking... Bitch... Ass... Faggot..." Chase shouted, hitting me for every word.

I just sort of stood there and took it, there was really nothing I could do. I just closed my eyes, even though I could feel the tears spilling over, hear them laughing at me... I just took it. Because what choice did I have? My knees buckled. I could feel myself sliding onto the ground, yet he was still kicking me...

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound caused me to force my eyes open through the pain. First, my vision was clouded by the wetness from my eyes, but they soon came into focus. Standing above me, a tall-ish, tanned brunette had Chase pinned to a wall. I didn't catch everything he said, but most of it was justice, nice guy bullshit. However, this guy had... saved me, I guess? How romantic.

Maybe we should share a passionate kiss under the fucking full moon next?

I chuckled at myself, and brunette guy was still shouting (sort of) at Chase, so I just kind of, closed my eyes again. Eventually, I heard the squeaking of trainers on the school floor and looked up to see Chase and his crew walking away, with brunette guy looking rather pleased. I sat up and folded my arms, staring at "my hero". Emphasis on the sarcasm. I rolled my eyes, when he suddenly turned to me and held out his hand.

"Hey there!" He beamed.

Beamed.

Jesus this fucker was happy.

I scoffed, then dragged myself of the floor. "I don't need your help."

The brunette withdrew his hand and crossed his arms, a brow raised. I tutted.

"What? What do you want bastard?" I shot irritably.

He pouted. "What, not even a thankyou?"

I made a noise that sounded halfway between a growl and a strangled cry, and threw up my arms exasperated.