TW: SAD AND DEPRESSING CONTENT.
Vikk's POV
"Come here you gay freak!" Simon, my bully, yelled.
'Gay freak'. Ugh, i always get called that. What's so wrong with being gay!
I don't get it. I'm hated by everyone here just for liking guys.
I swear these people just want to fuck up my life.
Being gay or whatever should be accepted! But noooo!
It's a sin if you like the same sex. Fucks sake.
"What is it now Simon." I groan.
"Don't talk to me like that." He hisses.
"Whatever." I mutter. He grabs the collar of my shirt and pushes me into a locker.
"What did you say, faggot?"(HATE THAT WORD) He yells.
"I said 'whatever'. Is that a problem?" I sass.
I actually stick up for myself when he threatens me.
"It is actually. You shouldn't talk back little boy." He smirks creepily.
"It's not talking back, it's called continuing the conv-" He pushes me back even more, almost choking me.
"Shut the fuck up. Stop trying to be a smart ass!" He yells and punches me right in the jaw.
Of course, it's class time so no one is around to do anything.
Even if people were around, they'd just watch and laugh like the always do.
"I'm not. I'm just explaining that-"
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yells, clearly pissed off.
I stop trying to talk back and just stand there.
"Now you need to stop talking back." He tightens his grip a little and then loosens it.
By now i probably have hand marks on my neck.
"Hey!" A voice called out, it echoing down the hall. "Leave him alone!" It called out.
Simon looked over, fear in his eyes and then ran.
I dropped down to the ground, holding my jaw.
I felt the warm liquid on my hand, knowing it's blood.
"You okay??" The boy asked, running down the hall to me.
I kept my head down but nodded. "I'll be fine." I spat.
He's most likely here to laugh at me or hurt me.
"You sure? You have blood dripping down your cheek." He points out.
I lift my head up and i look at him.
Joshua Bradley.
He's the jock of the school and is on varsity American football and football (soccer).
"You aren't gonna call me names or some shit like that?" I ask.
He has punched a few people out, Simon included.
He's pretty cute but he's not gay, at least i don't think he is.
"No. Why would i?" He asks, sounding quite offended.
"I dunno. Everyone seems to. You being a huge jock and popular.." I trail off.
This kinda sounds stereotypical, but hey, that's why i said it.
"Just cause I'm a jock and popular doesn't mean that I'm a jerk. I care about others y'know." He sighs, running his fingers though his hair.
"Jerk and Jock. 2 letter difference." I state.
"Yeah and Vikk and Dick are a 2 letter difference." He points out.
"That just proves my point. You just called me a dick!" I said.
"Yeah. You called me a jerk. Anyway, you should go to the nurse." He says, offering me his hand to get up.
"I'll be fine. It's not like i haven't had this happen before." I said, taking his hand and standing up.
"Still. Lets just get the blood cleaned up and take a look at the cut?" He says, slight question in his voice.
I shrugged but nodded and followed him down to the nurses office.
"What if she's not there?" I ask, knowing school is probably out by now.
"I can do it." He says. I nod and enter the empty room.
"Just sit down. I'll get the things." He says, pointing to the bed.
I hop up onto it and watch as he gets medical things.
"Alright so.. This may sting but it's gonna get rid of the blood and prevent infection." He says, pouring some liquid onto a cloth.
I nod and bite my cheek. He wipes the cut and holy shit does it sting.
"Fuck that hurts." I mutter.
"I know.Here, Hold my hand. Squeeze it if it hurts." He says taking my hand in his.
He rubs it over the cut again, this time i squeeze his hand.
"All done." He smiles.
I sigh in relief as he goes to get another cloth with a different liquid.
"It's just to clean up the area around the cut." He states, seeing my scared face.
I gulp and nod. He gives me his hand again and smiles.
He wipes my cheek down to my jaw, it not hurting to much.
"All done. You have a slight cut on your cheek." He smiles.
I nod and jump down. He holds my hand and smiles at me.
"Hang out after school?" He asks. "Sure" I smile slightly.
"Can i do something?" He asks.
I was hesitant cause usually when people say that, they hurt me.
"S-sure..?" I stutter.
He presses his lips softly to my cheek for a second.
"See ya later." He smirks and leaves.
I ghost my fingers over where he kissed.
I guess not everyone is mean.
