I dind't expect anyhting in return for my love for Blake.. Not a thing. But something doesn't feel right.. Something's off.
I've checked my inbox a thousand times, even though there's no notification, hoping it had glitched or something. No such luck.
I Shivered. Holy cows it's cold outside! I wrapped myself in my black hoddie tighter. I could feel the hocks glares burning into my back. Which made me chuckle at thier stupitity.
Yes, I have three more day's till thanksgiving break. It only lasts 2 days though. I sigh with irritation. I try to picture what my next project in art would be, after my little Candyland expierece, I was sent to the office. I laugh in rememberance. I love you Blood On The Dance Floor, It was worth it. I grin widley. But a certain someone's face has been popping in my head all day.
The bell goes off and I start to gather my stuff. I make my way out the door, and into the halls, when I feel a hand, no. Multiple hands shoving me toward the disgusting bathroom. I shut my eyes tightly, knowing what'll come next. I hear deep muffled voices spitting hateful things at me.
"Emo freak."
"Fag! Faggot. I might catch AIDS. Ewww."
"Go die you disgusting thing."
"Go to hell where you belong."
"Leave my girlfriend alone."
I laugh at the last one. Really?! Who wants some chick in a cheerleading uniform! Plus, she's a dyed strawberry blonde.
"WHY YOU LAUGHING?!" The meat head asked.
"If you thought your "girlfriend" was in danger of being taken by "me", then you two have some issues to work out." I don't even dare to open my eyes, but I can feel his fist coming at me. He popped me in the nose, blood pouring out. Dammit. I winced painfully.
" Is that the best you got..?" I question. putting up an act.
His fist connects with my stomach, making me fall to the ground. I scream in oain.
I hear the bell go off in the background. Fudge, not again.
His foot inetiably keeps making it's way back to my stomach. Blood seeping it's way out of my mouth. I lick it, just for the "fun" of it. What did they want this time..
I hear laughter in the back ground of my sobbing, that's choking out from my throat. Cruel arses..
The kicking has stopped, as I watch the figures walk away. Out of the nightmare filled bathroom. I try to stand, but stumble instead. I crawl to the nearest sink and hoist myself up. Gasping in pain. I look in the mirror..
A bloodied face. Maybe a broken nose. It's hard to tell. My lip is busted.. I pull my shirt up slightly. a splash of dark purple already forming across my stomach area. Damn. There isn't a way to hide this one. But I can try. I water down a piece of paper towel, and gently pat my wounds. It's take over half the period to wipe away as much of the evidence as possible. I look in the mirror to inspect myself, one last time.
Only a busted lip, and a red nose. They can't see benath my clothes..
I make my way out of the bathroom, trying to hide the limp.
