He's The One

Chapter 1

The sound of running footsteps filled the empty hallways, as a young pink haired boy did all he could to escape the harsh word and painful beating, he received daily from a group of kids at his school. Was he really that different that kids felt the need to torture him like this.
At last the pink haired boy stopped running, believing he was out of harm. Alas, somethings are too good to be true, and he pushed into a wall and surrounded by 5 other kids.

"You should know you can't run from us" one of the kids said to him.

"Please leave me alone. I haven't done anything to you. I just want to be alone." The pink haired boy pleaded.

"And alone you shall be. Because no here likes you. Your own father hated you so much that he left, your mother is so mentally unstable without him that she wishes you never existed." The leader of the group said.

"...that's not true..."

"It is. I over heard a parent teacher conferences. And your mother said she was ashamed to have a faggot son like you." Tears began to develop in the others eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. Not mater what he did it always seemed like there was something he could be made fun of for. He had no one to tell. His mother was either always drunk or high, it got so bad that he moved out and lived at his aunts apartment. Of course, this was only temporary while his aunt was abroad learning about various exotic flowers and herbs.

"Look the fairy is crying" another kid said

"Wait guys don't get to close we'll catch the gay disease." A girl in the group called out.

"...please stop" the boy said softly as tears fell down his face.

"You should be happy we are wasting our time to even notice you! You ungrateful little shit" the last kid called out.

On the other side of the hall a tall sleek and rebellious boy stood hearing all of what the kids had to say. After having heard enough he walked over to the group slamming his hand right next to the pink haired boy.

"If you dumb asses know what's good for you I'd leave him alone." The taller said.

The pink haired boy looked and examined the boy who stood up for him. He was in all black. Black jeans, black shoes, black shirt ,and a black beanie that sat relaxed and untouched atop his silver hair. He had one eyebrow pierced Gage's and and snake bites. One thing that anyone who looked at this boy couldn't miss where his eyes. They were sharp and hypnotizing, one of his eyes green, the other yellow.

"Did you hear what I said? Get Lost!" The silver haired boy said.

Without any hesitation all the kids ran off without a word. Still against the wall the pink haired boy stood amazed at the boy who just helped him.

"Are you ok?" The silver haired boy asked. The other just sat and stared star struck by what just accrued.

"Hey, did you hear what I said." The silver haired boy said.

"Ah...yea.....um...thanks." The other replied timidly

"My name is Zoro." The silver haired boy said.

"I'm...Bronx."

"Bronx huh?" Zoro said leaning into the Bronx' face.

"Mhm" he replied looking away, not wanting to look the other in the eyes. There closeness made his face light up like a tomato. No one has ever been this close to him before, not even his mother.

"Cute" Zoro mutters eyes fixed on the shorter boy. "Have you eaten yet?"

All Bronx could do was shake his head. He wasn't good at talking to people, he never really had any friends to talk to.