I squat down in pain as I get out of bed the next morning, feeling extremely sore in between my legs.
I slump over to pick up my backpack, groaning in pain. I grunt as I pick it up and move my legs gingerly as I make my way down the stairs. I hear Michael's loud snoring coming from his bedroom and sigh in relief. Snatching up a stale Pop-Tart, I head out the door to school.
The wince when I open the door as the freezing air hits my eye. Patches of snow litter the ground getting bigger as a light drift of snowflakes float in the sky. I make my way to school, all the while trying not to scream out loud from the combined pain of my eye and my legs.
When I get to school, Louis is already there waiting for me.
"Get over here, faggot."
I wince at his sharp words and keep my voice steady.
"Leave me alone." It comes out loud and strong.
Louis smirks and walks over to me. "You think you can just fucking walk past me Styles? Well you're wrong." He says before he punches me and I black out.
