Goth Boy (on hold?)

Goth Boy

Hair pitch black shines, not so brightly in the fluorescent lights of the schools' halls. Pale skin contrasts with the black cloths he cloaks his body in. Chains hang from his pants, in the fashion that resembles a dead man walking. He is skinny, lanky almost, with boyish features not quit ready to make the change into a man. After all, Coal is only in ninth grade.

Walking the halls, with his head down, Coal holds on to his bag, as if for dear life. He hopes no one sees him. He hopes Brent doesn't see him. And he hopes she doesn't see him. Most who lay their eyes upon him, sneer and poke fun. Brent, when he sees him, makes a game out of causing him pain. She looks at him with pity, and this hurts him the most, for she is the one he likes. At 5ft nothing, she is one of the few girls who are shorter then him. Along with her short height, she has the tinniest form, with beautiful hips and a smaller waist. Her hair is a dirty blond with the faintest hint of red. Her eyes mostly blue, shine coldly with sharp daggers of ice that set his soul on fire. He doesn't want her to notice him, especially since the last time they met, was her saving his ass.

Six days ago, Brent was having his fun at Coals expense. He was about to lay a blow to his face when she walked up. Actually she bull dosed up. The image was actually quit humorous. Seeing her, so small, ram into Brent, who's almost 6ft, and knock him off his feet was amazing. What wasn't amazing was now he was being laughed at for being the one who was saved by a girl. A small one at that.

This is why he doesn't want her to notice him. He knows she'll just ask how things are going the same way a councilor would to a child who lacks proper attention.

Thinking about it causes his stomach to churn. He knew he should of just stayed home.

"Hey! Princess? Where's your knight?" Definitely should of stayed home. From behind Coal a chorus of chuckles follows Brent's joke.

He keeps walking, hugging closer to himself.

Suddenly a fierce hand jerked him around, forcing him to stand face to face with his worst enemy. Why couldn't Brent leave him alone? It's the last week of school, he should be humping some slut behind the gym.

"I said, Princess, where's your knig-" in all honesty he couldn't stop himself. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

Though there was probably a smarter way to cause Brent to shut up then slamming his fore head into his nose.

His fore head stung, blocking out the pain of landing on his ass. Punches suddenly assailed his face. Then those punches changed to his head being rammed into the floor. Ringing screamed in his ears as his vision blacked out. Sadly though not long enough. What felt like seconds must of been minutes because the bell telling every one their tardy rang out through the silence of the surrounding crowd. He saw the looks of horror on every ones face then worst of all he saw the look of fear in the eyes of her. Samantha.

Then the ceiling must have decided it was far more interesting to look at, because frankly that's all he could now see.

Blackness.

Lucky for Coal, he must have woken up before they had the chance to call the EMT, so now he sat patiently dreading his mothers arrival. Brent sat cadicornered from him, his nose neatly bandaged up, and from the black eye, coal realized he must of done more then lay there, letting Brent beat him. At least now he could tell his mother he had tried.

Just then, speak of the devil, she walked in. Standing at a massive 5ft2, weighing a hefty 106 lbs, his mother stride in looking aggravated and worried at the same time. Coal prayed she see a teacher first and talk enough for him to come up with a cover story. His shoe lasses had come undone. He hasn't been feeling well. Any thing would be better then the truth. Sadly no. She spotted him and gasped, half running towards him.

"Dear god son, please tell me I should see the other guy!" She took ahold of his chin and examine his face.

Brent snickered and Coal suddenly wanted to die. His mom glared sharply at her sons assailant, which for the first time gave Coal the opportunity to see Brent scared. He didn't blame him, because his mom was scary.

She had long wavy brunette hair and deep grey eyes. The same eyes as Coal. She is curvy and could be mistake for a model, except for her Tom boy personality and her flip table attitude. Coals father, before he had divorced his mother had said, 'she is like gasoline, amazing to work with as long as you know what your doing.'. He must have not of known what he was doing because a month after that Coals mom exploded on him and kicked him out. Any way, Coal knew better then any one that his mother was hell to deal with.

"Jesus Christ son. I swear you take after your uncles side." She shook her head and walked towards the principles office to get Coals ticket and have a word with the principle himself. Coal sunk deeper in his seat not knowing what was to come.