Style ~ Bullied (boy x boy) *Kyle's POV

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~Time Skip - 2 weeks later, Monday at school ~

I was in the classroom waiting for Stan to come when they showed up again. They came in and snickered, carefully locking the door behind them. I backed up about one step before they were across the room and looming in front of me. They smirked again as one of them drew back their arm and punched me straight in the stomach.

I bent over almost hurling he had punched me so hard. I didn't scream not matter how much it hurt I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Tears gathered in my eyes as I glared at them and the other punched me too. They shoved me on the ground and started kicking me. I could feel more bruises forming on my ribs and arms.

One of them yanked me up and slammed me against the wall. I winced again. One of them whispered something to the other. I couldn't heard anything over the ringing in my ears. They nodded and one punched me in the eye. Then they both left. The one thing that got past my ears was one of them spitting out the word "fag," full of venom.

I felt my eye welling up and it was flaring with pain. 'Man' i thought 'What is Stan gonna think?' I sat at my desk and took my hat off my head and gently touched my eye, it was already closing. Warm tears still stung my eyes.

He must have came in without me knowing because before I knew it I heard Stan behind me "Kyle?" his concerned voice sounded. I jerked my head up, my hand slipping from my face. "Oh, hey Stan" I said trying to smile even though it hurt.

"Don't you 'hey Stan' me, what happened?" he asked kind of forcefully. "Oh this?" I asked, airily gesturing to my bruised eye, even though my ribs hurt when I moved. "I ran into a door" "Bullshit Ky, it looks like you were punched" I flinched a bit when he said that. 'He doesn't even know the half of it' I thought pitifully. "I swear Stan, I just ran into a door" I tried again. Stan sighed a bit. "Alright Ky, I'll believe you" I felt a little disappointed but very relieved at the same time.

"Lets just go home now" I stated. I got up from my desk and reached down to grab my backpack. When I did my sleeve came up and I prayed that Stan wouldn't see what was underneath the orange arms. The red angry lines that marked my pain. I moved quickly and pulled my backpack onto my shoulders. I snatched my hat from the desk and headed for the door.

Stan followed me silently and we headed home for the day. I wish he wasn't the cause of this pain.

I really did love him.

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