A Strong Kind of Weak

Chapter 1

I looked down at the boy on the floor. He was curled into a ball, holding his stomach where the bruise I just gave him was growing.

He groaned and I laughed, giving him another kick for good measure.

"Wimp."

I turned and walked out of the locker room, massaging my knuckles.

"Mister Thorne. My office please."

I turned to see my favourite principal gesturing down the hall to the open door.

"Of course, sir. Let me just finish with my new friend."

I grabbed the sucker's collar as he tried to stand up and heard Principal Jamison's voice repeat louder,

"Mister Thorne. This instant."

Sighing, I dropped the kid to the floor and followed the principal to his office.

"So, Peter. How's it going?"

He sighed as I took a seat. I waited for him to start yelling as usual but instead he just sat down and looked at me. He was at least fifty so the lines on his face combined with his brown eyes made him look like a hound and I shifted in my seat.

"How are things at home, Nic?"

"Fine."

"You know my door's always open if-"

"Can we just skip to the punishment already?"

Mr. Jamison sighed. "It's the first day of school. I'll let you off with a warning. But really, Nic. I expected more."

"Why do you adults always expect so much? Haven't I already proved myself a failure?"

"No student is a failure as long as there are those who believe in him still."

"Well I guess I'll have to work harder to get you all off my back then."

I left the room fuming and shoved the closest geek into a locker.

"Hey!"

I kept walking but the voice called again. I whirled around to see a boy, probably new due to the fact that he addressed me. His brown hair was a curly helmet on his head and his glasses looked spotless. His clothes were perfectly clean and his perfect shirt perfectly tucked into his perfect pants and his perfect shoes were perfectly shined. 

I instantly hated him.

"What?" I growled.

"It seems as though you're having a bad day, and I'm sorry. But do you mind not taking it out on the rest of us?"

Eyes flashing, I stepped closer to him, easily dwarfing him yet his grey eyes met my gaze.

"Are you trying to start something?"

"No, I'm trying to stop something, hence me asking you not to act out."

"Are you always such a smart alec, twinkletoes?"

"Twinkletoes? Really? I don't even dance."

"Maybe you just seem gay to me."

"I don't see what me being gay has to do with anything."

I froze and took a step back. Everyone in the hall went silent. There were probably gay kids in the school, but nobody was out. Probably because of me, but still. This kid had nerve.

"And I suppose you think you're brave, huh? Coming out?"

"Not as brave as you must feel, preying on helpless kids."

I narrowed my eyes at him. This kid got under my skin and I was ready to teach him a lesson. I took a swing and knocked him against the lockers. Smirking to myself, I turned to walk away but not before hearing him mutter, "Never met someone so weak."