Code Black (N.S)

4.

Harry's POV

The sound of my name being called broke me from my thoughts. I turned to see Ashton, one of my other friends. 

"Guess what I found out," he told me, eyes almost glowing. 

I raised an eyebrow in question, not having a clue what he was about to say. Ashton was never really a serious person and tended to mess around a lot, so there was no way to know what he was thinking.

I had known him for a while, so I knew something was about to happen by the look in his bright  eyes. Whatever it was, he looked excited but that could just be Ashton being childish.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I heard there's a new kid starting today," he grinned. 

I knew exactly what he was thinking. Ashton was never particularly malicious but like almost everyone else he tended to just encourage my malicious behaviour, most likely because he was grateful that it wasn't directed at him. 

Ashton had walked off to go find his best friend Luke, which had left me alone. As he left, the bell had rung and that was when I saw an unfamiliar boy walk through the hall. He had bright blond hair, yet the roots of his hair was brown, indicating that it was dyed. He wasn't close enough for me to see his eye colour but from where I was standing, I guessed that they were blue.

I knew pretty much everyone in the school, not necessarily by name but I recognised everyone, which led me to believe that the blond must have been the new guy. He was shyly standing with that Liam kid, blushing at something he had said, which coated his light coloured skin pink.

The fact that he seemed to be friends with the only person who disliked me made things so much better, as I knew messing with the new kid would mess with Liam just as much. 

I found myself staring at him, taking in his considerably soft features and the way his blush seemed to completely overtake his pale skin. I rolled my eyes, tearing my gaze away from him and staring at the ceiling. 

Soon enough, Liam had left and the blond was left alone at his locker. He began to put in his combination before swinging the metal door open. I walked towards him and I guessed that now was as good a time as any. 

"Hey, fag," I called out. 

He turned around immediately, almost as if it weren't the first time he had been called that, like he was reacting to me calling his name. 

He didn't say anything in reply, he just stared at the ground, as if he was trying to pretend I wasn't there.

I nearly laughed. I hadn't done anything and he was already scared of me. Granted, I was much taller than him but I didn't expect a reaction this extreme.

"Hey, loser, when I talk to you, it's polite to answer," I snapped, slapping him in the face.

He gasped in pain, though immediately glanced up to look into my eyes, and I was met with what I then knew for sure to be blue eyes.

"Sorry," he murmured under his breath, almost hesitant to even say it. Not exactly the scared response I was expecting, but it would do. 

"I'll see you later, faggot," I said. "You better not mention this to anyone or I'll hurt you again, and this time it will be much worse, are we clear?" I asked.

He shakily nodded, still looking hesitant but almost as if he was used to it. 

Then, still smirking, I turned around and walked off, leaving him leaning against the lockers with a hand over his cheek.