Concrete Angels

Chapter One: Andy

Lynn POV

'Lynn, GET UP!' I jolted awake, my fathers loud voice booming into my bedroom. I groaned, and my mother peeked her head through the door. 'It's time to get up honey.' She saw my annoyed expression and sighed. 'Ignore him. He's just stressed.' She left. Stressed. If that's so true, he's always stressed. Stressed and hungover, more like.

I pulled my legs out of bed, stretching and popping the joints in my body. The time on my alarm clock read 8:00. I was gonna be late again if I didn't hurry up. I decided to skip the shower, as I wasn't planning on getting another mark for being tardy. I slipped on an Asking Alexandria shirt, and my usual black skinnies, Vans on my feet, and a tiny little bit of eyeliner so that it was barely noticeable. I may be gay, but makeup on a teeange boy in a homophobic highschool is not a good idea. Pulling on a cheap Walmart hoodie (gotta work with what you got, I guess) I spent about 10 minutes fiddling around with my hair until I was happy with it, I pulled on bracelets up to my elbows and left my room.

My parents don't know. Nobody knows. I'm already the gay emo, I don't need the cutter label stapled onto my forehead too. I get the feeling Blake would be very happy to be holding the stapler if that situation occurred. He hates me. Very much indeed. I'm assuming it's purely because I'm gay, and he's a homophobic bully. Everyone is a homophobic bully at my school. Well, I guess not Harlen and Chrissy. They are my only friends. The only downside is that Harlen, although cute, is a little tactless sometimes, and just happens to be dating my stepsister. Chrissy is also friendly with Blake, but I think that's just because she's friends with everyone.

I skipped breakfast, again. For the third time this week. It's not like I need breakfast anyway. I'm not starving myself, well not purposely. I'm just never hungry. I simply grabbed my backpack and walked towards the door. 'What, do I not even get a goodbye?'

'Bye.' I said to my dad. Yeah, he looked so stressed. I could tell by the way he was wobbling slightly as he walked and his bloodshot eyes that it was far more likely he was drunk. I left.

Ah, school. Bustling corridors filled with loud, hormonal teenagers making inappropriate jokes and gestures. Pre-set cliques of cheerleaders, jocks, Barbies, nerds, hipsters, and emos. I'm the emo, by the way. The only one in the entire school. I kept my head down as I made my way hurriedly through the crowded hallways. But turns out it's kind of hard to ignore others when they go out of their way to push me, shove me, 'accidentally' hit me. 'Oh look! It's gay boy Lennie!' I heard Blake's obnoxious voice above the chattering teens, and I picked up the pace to get to my first class.

Didn't help. I was shoved roughly into a locker, my head slamming painfully against the metal. That was gonna bruise. 'Hello there Lynn! I didn't expect to see you today.' Blake's fake kind voice rang in my ears.

'Yes, well, hello to you to Blake. Don't mean to be rude, but I need to get to class.' Blake's smile grew menacing, and he moved his face close to my ear. I could feel his breath, and I kinda wanted to throw up. 'Well, as you were so polite, I think I'll let you off easy today Lennie.' He whacked my head back into the locker again and left, laughing. The rest of the kids in the hallway laughed with him. I just sighed, and continued to class.

'Mister Fletcher, you're late.' My teacher Mr. Johnston boomed at me. I'm sure even the teachers had it out for me. I ducked my head down again, annoyed. 'Sorry sir.' He nodded towards my seat, and I made my way to the back of the class. I could hear Blake and his friends laughing at me as I slid slowly in my seat. A peice of paper hit me on the side of the head. I flicked it off and had just set my head down in my arms when the door opened again. 'Ah, Mister Kale, finally.' I was confused, who the heck is Kale? Isn't that a salad? I lifted my head up to see a boy. My breath stuttered. Oh my good lord.

His eyes were green, and he was taller than me by about a head. His hair was brown, and I hate myself for noticing how it was slightly wavy at the ends. And oh my, he was attractive. I sighed. Probably straight. I jumped slightly as he turned his head. Oh. Oh no, he caught me staring, abort, ABORT. 'Yes, sorry I'm late, I missed the bus.' Even his voice was hot. I'm probably gonna die this year. My Mr. Johnston plastered a smile on his face as he bustled him up to the front. 'Welcome to our class, now why don't you tell us a bit about yourself, and the others can ask you some questions.'

The new boy walked confidently to the desk. 'Hi, my name is Andy. I like football, a lot.' Hannah, resident barbie leader, raised her hand. 'Date me.' She said loudly, and Mr. Johnston gave her a disapproving stare. Of course that's the first thing she asks. I looked down, waiting the inevitable 'Yeah, sure.' in reply. 'Um, sorry, I don't really think so.' I couldn't help myself as my head jolted up again, shocked. Andy was smiling at Hannah, but it looked kind of forced. He refused. Most guys jump at the chance to date Hannah Joss. Hannah looked sore with rejection, and I struggled to stifle the chuckle threatening to escape. Blake, being more 'polite', raised his hand. Andy looked at him. 'What's your sexuality?' Yeah, so polite. Andy stood firm.

'I'm bisexual, and I honestly don't care what you think about that.' It was disturbing how happy I was to hear that, but I froze. His eyes had flickered towards me as he said, 'But I swing more towards guys.' Oh. I felt the dreaded blush flow onto my cheeks. His eyes stayed fixed on mine for what seemed like hours. Hannah spoke again. 'Well if you're Bi, then why don't you like me?' God, she just doesn't give up, does she? Luckily Johnston butt in with a curt 'I think that's enough now. Mister Kale, take a seat anywhere and we can get on with the lesson.'

Andy began to make his way towards the back of the classroom. Looking frantically to my left, I realised there was an empty seat next me. Nonononono oh god oh god oh god please don't sit next to me please don't sit next-

'Hi.'

Damn it.

I'm not gonna survive this year.