- Charlie's POV -
I walked into the shitty gates of the shitty place that I hate most, except from home. School. This was heaven compared to home. I was 20 minutes late and I knew that would result in a detention but I was past the point of caring now. I walked into the doors and went to the office where they gave me a late slip.
"Cheers," I mumbled as I swiped it from the office lady and made my way to class.
I pushed the door open making sure it hit the wall. Gonna be late may as well make a scene.
"Sorry I'm late, Miss." I sighed.
She looked at me with not one bit of hope left. None of the teachers at this school even care anymore, I may as well not even show up.
"Charlie, you are 25 minutes late to my lesson. Not to mention you missed all of yesterday."
"Well, I'm here now ain't I?" I grinned.
"Sit down."
I sat next my friends, Dylan, James, Zak, Kiera and Holly. Well, Kiera was my girlfriend.
"Where did you get to yesterday? And why didn't you text me back?" Kiera asked.
"Wasn't well and smashed my phone," I mumbled. Lies.
"Oh, okay," She said, smiling weakly like she knew what was up but really she had no clue. Nobody did. Not even my girlfriend And it's staying that way.
10 long minutes passed. I looked around the room and my eyes stopped on a boy that was already looking at me. I didn't recognise him.
"Guys, who's that?"
"Leondre. He started yesterday," Holly stated. "He's Welsh."
"I don't like the look of him. He looks trouble to me."
"We had this conversation yesterday. If you were here you would've heard it," Zak said.
"Whatever, can't help spewing up my stomach," I frowned.
For the rest of the period I sat in my seat uneasy because I could feel that freak Leonardo or whatever his name staring at me. Faggot. I will be having words after class. Maybe not just words.
The bell rang and I saw Leonardo taking his time so I purposely took my time as well. I pretended to tie my lace until I saw him heading for the door. He walked out and I walked behind him and grabbed him by the jumper and pinned him against the wall, making sure his head hit off it.
"What the fucks your problem?" I spat.
He wasn't getting away with this. Disgusting faggot.
"I-i, there's no problem," He whimpered, looking up at me with sadness in his eyes. Aww. What a shame.
"Stop. Fucking. Staring. At. Me." I said through my teeth, hitting him against the wall after every word. I then pushed him to the ground.
"I'm sorry," He apologised with tears in his eyes.
I walked away to my next class with a smirk on my face.
