I Hate You, Conformist (Complete)

I Will Fight It.

---Firkle's pov---

Then, I see him there.

Standing there, cocky smirk on his face. Hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

Filmore. {hahaha to the people who thought it was Ike.}

His smirk seemed to get wider when I narrowed my eyes at him. Nothing he says to me could end well.

"What do you want?" I say coldly to him.

"Nothing, fag. I came to see how the gay was doing."

Great. Now I know for sure that Ike told at least one person. Hell, he probably told every fucking conformist friend of his in the school. Now everyone thinks I'm gay. Great.

But why the hell would I care?

He probably said that I was gay, and physically jumped on him.

"Whatever," I said and began to walk past him. I don't have to deal with this.

He reached over and grabbed my arm and pulled me back to in front of him. He forcefully flung me, and I ended up on the ground.

I shot daggers at him.

"Just leave me the hell a-" before I could finish, he hit me dead in the nose. I hurt. I cringed and covered my nose.

I started to try to scoot away, when he began hitting me again. Most punches hitting my face. Some hitting my chest and stomach.

After what seemed like hours, he got up, kicks me in the side, and leaves muttering an insult under his breath.

I sit up and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

No. I'm not going to cry like a fucking pussy. I take a deep breath and force myself to my feet.

I wipe away some blood that was coming from my nose. I winced as I brushed my nose, a pain shoot through it.

I started on my way home.