Jayy sat in class, not paying any attention at all, feet on the table and chair leaned back. He was slowly starting to regret his decision of leaving Dahvie alone. He was bored as fuck. He kept his eyes on the other teens back, studying him.
His head was bowed and his hair covered his face. Jayy would guessed he was in his own world. A spitball hit Dahvie in the neck. He jumped and made a small squeak sound, the teen looked around in chock and the class room was filled with laughter. The colorful teen blushed a deep scarlet and bowed his head in shame again.
Jayy looked for the source of the attack and saw Drew, a high-ranged member of the gang, high five Brian, another member of the gang, whom sat besides Drew. The attacker turned around to get his mates approval. There was no approval to get at the Shutcall. He gave Drew his nastiest look and saw the other, slightly older, boy shrink a bit in his seat.
The bell rang and the students gathered their stuff and hurried out the door, the teacher yelled after the students, but nobody gave a fuck. Jayy walked quietly out the door as the last person. He walked the hallways and the students parted the way for him. He followed the loud laughter and soon found his gang at Drew's locker. If Jayy wasn't the one in charge, Drew most certainly would be.
Jayy walked up to the gang, and they immediately got quiet. He walked right up to Drew and held him by his neck, slammed him against the lockers and said darkly:
" What the hell do you think your doing? You know the rules Drew; you were not to pick on that kid without orders! That's the same as desorbing me.... You don't want to disobey me do you Drew?"
The last part was whispered into the now shaking boys ear.
Drew was shaking lightly in the taller teens grip. He shook his head, nobody would like to cross Jayy. Nobody.
Dahvie walked out the classroom. He turned right and walked next to the lockers on his way to his locker. He may have looked like a victim to bullying but that was not really the case. There were no name-calling, no shoving, he wasn't noticed. Dahvie was simply invisible. His eyes were on the ground still as he walked as close as possible to the red lockers. He only saw his black Converse and heard only his own steps. He only noticed the jock when Dahvie roughly collided with the broad boy. Dahvie fell to the ground. you would have expected a rudely "watch where your going" or even a " don't touch me freak!" But the jock said nothing. He just moved on.
Dahvie picked himself of off the ground and gathered his books. Sometimes he found himself wishing people didn't ignore him. he wised they would acknowledged him. Even a "freak" here, or a "fag" there. Just not this, it made him feel like he wasn't even worth a burning insult. He had never felt so worthless before.
Dahvie arrived at his locker, opened it and he tossed the books inside. He looked inside the locker for his other books.
'Fuck it.' he thought. He slammed the red locker shot and walked away from it. Right now, no fucks were given. He had to piss so he made his way to the toilets and opend the door.
Right in front of the mirror stood Jayy.
Dahvie visibly gulped, when Jayy looked who had came in. Dahvie was a bit relieved when he saw that Jayy was alone.
Dahvie turned around to get out, but Jayy was way faster. He slipped in between the door and Dahvie and blocked the smaller teens only exit.
Jayy looked down at Dahvies eyes, there for once wasn't on the ground.
" Ditching are we Vanity??"
He smirked down at the other teen.
Dahvie, felling brave cuz the Shutcall was alone this time, looked with eyes sat to kill at Jayy.
"Seems like I'm not the only one."
"What did you say to me fag?!" The harsh words were delivered with a rough shove. Dahvie backed away. His eyes were filled with anger and he felt the rage inside of him rise. He was tired. Tired of being put down, tired of feeling worthless, and tired of just taking it. He was tired of the person who coursed him all this pain, the same person he once loved so dearly.
"You know what?! Fuck you Jayy! If anyone YOU are the fag here! You are the one liking MEN! You are the GAY one!"
Both teens just stood there. Both stunned. Bothe paralyzed. One were fearing and filled with regret, shaking. The other were taking in the words, filled with rage, shaking also but only with anger.
Dahvie didn't see the fist before it hit him hard. He stumbled a couple of step back before the next punch hit. Right in the stomach, he bended over in pain and received a knee to his face. He felt back on the floor, and laid there, trying to protect his head from the blows and kicks to his ribs. It was a good 10 minus before the pain became to much and he blacked out.
Dahvie woke by water hitting his face, he had barley opened his eyes before his head was pulled up from his hair.
" Next time, don't fucking answer back, or things will get way worse. Understand fag?! I don't need those fucktards, so don't fuck with me, I will fuck you up Vanity" The last part was whispered right into the teens face"
Dahvie nodded the best he was capable of.
"Good. Now fuck off!"
Jayy sent Dahvie flying and the smaller teen collided with the restroom door. He got, as quickly as he could, on his wobbly legs and stumbled out the door.
His head was pounding and everything hurt. Badly. He could barley see as he walked the lonely hallways. He was glad that everyone else had classes right know.
The world was spinning as he reached the doors.
Dahvie had a long walk home.
