My Twisted Highschool Life

The Longest Hour Of My Life

(Coldens POV)

I didn't know what say. All I could work up my throat was "H-h-hi I-Im C-Colden....." And that was All I could say. Damn I'm lame. I havn't been this embarrassed since my parents had forced me to wear a dress because of how cute I was when I was eight.

But that was what seven years ago I'm fifteen for crying out loud! And it was embarrassing because I'm a boy. Not some little girl doll that they could dress up for the fun of it.

The boy laughed. He then spoke with a small smile. "Colden....hmm" Colden hmmm? What's that supposed to mean? Whats so wrong with my name. Boy just because your gorgeous doesn't mean I won't open can of kick but right here, right now! "Cute!" He finally said. C-cute? Wh-WHAAAA!? My cheeks began to boil as I looked away.

"Th-Thanks....what about y-you? What's your name?" I finally asked. Still not wanting to make any eye contact. "My names Jake...." He replied. I smiled and covered my cheeks as I spoke softly. "I like that name....It's cool..." I watched as he smiled happily. "Thanks...but its not as unique as your's Colden...." He chuckled lightly.

I think I literally just died iside. How is this stranger making me feel so happy. Oh wait. It's because a good looking guy is telling me the weirdest person he could ever meet, That I'm cute...right? Um who's the prank master behind this? "Colden?" His voice interrupted my thoughts.

I stared at him as I realized my cheeks were burning again. I lowered my head in embarrassment. "Colden?" I looked to him once more as he asked softly. "Will you be my partner for our first partnered assignment?" Okay this is soooo not happening.

Is he for real?! C'mon you gotta admit...you did not see that coming. I know I didn't. My voice broke free from my pale lips as I finally decided to respond. "S-Sure I don't mind..." What did I just say. Oh my gosh I'm literally going home to die.

Later on the class was over. I gathered my things and without another word to Jake I rushed out the door not bothering to look back. I made my way to my second period. Great. It was math. My worst subject of all time. You know instead of making it about graphing and multiplying pi why cant we nap and go back to adding and matching pictures?

My mind was so set on doodling I hadn't even realised the Bell had rung. I grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door. Moving a little too quickly I had run into someone. And seeing as how I was not lucky today, come find out that person was none other than Felix himself. Greaaat just my luck. Wait never mind let me rephrase that. TODAY IS NOT MY LUCKY DAY!!!

Felix gave me a stomach twising glare. Realizing it was me he smirked. As I reached for my books that had fallen he kicked them away. I ducked my head and closed my eyes as he had threatened to kick me, but hhad stopped in mid kick to laugh. "You're so fucking stupid I swear..." I looked up at him terrified.

People began to gather as they watched me get picked on. Though that didnt last long. He began to physically beat me. Kicking me in the stomach. Punching me multiple times the emediatly going back to kicking.

After five minutes of physical abuse I layed there crying. My eyes were closed as tears squeezed there way through my tightly closed eyes to slide down my bruised cheeks.

Someone came up behind me and lifted me up. I felt my weak body lean against someone's warm chest. I opened my sad eyes and slightly smiled to see who it was.