NERD (Niam) (boyxboy)

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I stared at him in shock as his brows furrowed and shuffled back as much as I could with my hands and legs, still well on the ground. He looked around the locker room, making sure no one was looking and grabbed my arm, dragging me back into the bathroom and shoving me against the hard brick wall.

"How long have you been in here". His tone was deep and threatening, not necessarily 'going to beat you senseless' threatening but 'tell me now' threatening. Harry doesn't hurt. That's mostly all I know about him. "What have you heard!?" He let go of me, allowing me to move a little away from the wall and began pacing. His hair was up in a bun as he went to try run his long fingers through it. He let go of his head and looked back to me, his frown still very evident. "Fuck". He continues pacing. "Liam's going to freak". I frowned.

"Why would he freak?" His head turned to me quickly in shock.

"You heard it all didn't you? You know! You fucking know! Fuck Liam's gonna...Fuck". I rolled my eyes. He's really overreacting. Like what the fuck is me knowing going to harm? Who am I even supposed to tell? I have no friends.

"I don't know why you're stressing so much because there is actually not'ing teh worry about".

"Nothing to worry about!? Are you actually serious!?" He stormed towards me. "You know Liam's gay!" Oh, so he's gay then? Not a nerd. Thanks for clearing that up Harry.

"Well, I wasn't sure if he was a secret nerd, or, secretly gay, but I guess now I do". I chuckled lightly and he grabbed my shirt between his fists. I squeezed my eyes closed, waiting for the hit, but nothing came. Strange. I slowly looked back at him and his face was plain and expressionless.

"You don't belong in here. Go home". He let go of my shirt and I scrambled out of the locker room, walking as quickly as I could out of the school grounds and home.

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I groan and turn around as I hear my mother knocking on my door, telling me it's time for school. I really don't want to deal with it today. Usually I'm jumping up, but today, I don't feel well. My stomach has a tight, unsatisfying feeling and I feel like I may throw up any minute. I have always dreaded ever feeling like this on a school day. But I have to go. I can't let my mum down. I have to make her feel happy and proud of herself again. I have to do this for her.

I slide my glasses over my nose and slowly sitting up, ignoring the nauseous feeling that goes straight to my throat and head. Swallowing, I leave my room to go to the shared bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet, hoping to just throw it all up so I can feel better and just go to school, but nothing comes. I know I need to throw up, but it's just not coming, so I have to give up and get dressed, brushing my teeth and skipping breakfast, which I never do.

The walk to school is spent with myself hunched over, trying to ignore the knot building stronger and pushing back the tears. I wince with each step, eventually getting to school twenty minutes late. Shit.

"Nice of you to join us Neil". I puff my cheeks and limp slightly to my seat.

"He got bashed again". I heard from behind me as a few people chuckled.

"He's such a pussy". I rolled my eyes and lay my head on the desk, closing my eyes and trying not to puke.

The bell rang and I ran to the bathroom closest possible, rushing to the stall and only just making it.

It felt like my whole body was on fire as my throat and stomach burned from the revolting acid leaving my body. I don't actually know how I'm going to make it through the day. I already feel like I've ran a very unhealthy marathon and it's not even midday.