Crying For Help

Chapter Four

Thomas' P.O.V.

I fell into my bed, falling asleep immediately. The softness of my bed surrounding me, my face into the pillow. After who knows how long I slept, my alarm clock started blaring next to me. I slowly opened my eyes and turned it off, getting out of bed.

I got ready, brushing my teeth and hair, taking a shower, slipping clothes on, etc.. I walked outside and ran to school, my feet padding along the ground. Once I reached school, I immediately looked for Brandon. I spotted him and ran up to him.

"Hey, Thomas." Brandon smiled as we walked in the school. Every once in a while someone would point at us, whispering behind their hand. I guess they heard about yesterday. "Don't worry about them." He smiled, it was like he knew what I was feeling.. maybe he did.

We walked in and sat down in class, both talking to each other, ignoring everyone else. The teacher walked in the room, declaring the beginning if class. We both stopped talking and paid attention to her. We were half way through the day and ended up having another class together, so we ended up meeting each other on the way to it.

"Oh my God.. he's such a faggot." I heard someone speak, thinking they were speaking to me I stopped I turned around. Really, they were talking to someone else though. He laughed as the kid slowly got up, just to be pushed in a locker. He was so tall he hardly fit. I was about the go help him but Brandon stopped me.

"Do you wanna get involved with them again?" He asked, turning me around. "No.. but -" "Exactly.. I don't want to get anymore involved than I already have.. we're gonna be late for class." I took one more look back and sighed, "Okay.." We walked into class and sat down, but the entire time I couldn't get my mind off of that guy..

Like, I pretty much knew how he felt.. but they never really called me gay or a faggot.. just names, but still. I sighed, not noticing the teacher called on me a minute ago. "Thomas Sanders!" Finally I was snapped out of my thoughts with the whole class staring at me and the teacher was tapping her foot impatiently. "What?" I asked confused.

The whole class laughed except Brandon and the teacher. The teacher sighed and called on someone else who easily gave the answer. I started paying attention, not wanting that to happen again. Once class was over, Brandon and I parted our ways to our next class, but what he didn't know is I wasn't going.

I looked around for the kid I saw earlier, my eyes scanning the hallway as each class was let out. I probably wouldn't even find him, but if I did, well, I need to, that's it. I pretty much knew where Chad's group would hang until they found their next victim, which used to be me. I found where they were standing, and stood in the distance where they couldn't see me, waiting for the person to come by so I could go get him.