Death Becomes Him (BoyxBoy)

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... I pull up to the school in my Black Audi, fully aware I'm in every ones gaze out side I turn off my blasting radio that was once playing 'Ain't nothin' wrong with that' by Robert Randolph and the family band, I turn my keys, pulling them out getting ready to show where I've been for the past four weeks.

Getting out of the car, already hearing whispers over the click of my black spiked pumps, I make my way to the back of the car, I might have swished my hips dramatically but hey! Gotta work what I got! Opening the trunk and pulling off my maroon let her jacket, leaving me in my dark grey dress shirt, light blue tight skinny jeans completely ripped in the front and my pumps, I look damn hot with my short spiked black hair and red lips.

Getting my bag out and shutting the trunk I strut up to the place I used to call hell, now it's going to be my place of revenge.

PHASE 1 : Get their attention, His attention.

Walking into the school I walk past a very familiar cluster of jocks, the ones who used to call me a freak, fag of faggot and send me home with countless bruises, are now staring shamelessly at my ass. Getting to my locker which is still covered in letters of why I should kill myself or how and the many names I was once called I rip them all down spilling the, to the floor earning various gasps from other students in the hallway and even teachers.

'Is that Elliot Mist?'

'That's the fag?'

'Omg he's hot!'

'He's a sexy bottom'

Sneering silently at the comments I shut my locker to face the one and only, the man who broke my heart, the man who made me the way I am, the man I'm going to crush, the one who killed me.

"Who this...cause I know this isn't the same Elliot I dumped!"

PHASE 2: Make them aware.

Now this caused a crowd to form around us, he has his followers behind him even his coward of a boyfriend is meekly shielded behind him, poor thing doesn't know what's he's in for.

"Awww regret hurts huh?" I smirk turning to be caged into the lockers by his muscular arms, my mind wonders off to when those would be around me when I though we made love, but to him It was an easy fuck.

"You shouldn't have crawled out off you little corner I left you in.... Like I would go back to a freak like you-"

"Your mouth calls me a freak and a fag but you eyes take in my body, and I would know from the 'wallet' in your pants.."

I snicker to his face slipping from his grasp, kneeing him in the junk I once owned.

"Your going to regret that fag! You'll be crawling back to me sooner or later!" I yelled from his crouching position, walking away I wink to his boyfriend, cute little thing, light brown hair barely covering his eyes, emerald green eyes and a cute short frame, even I can top that, I'm satisfied when his pasty white skin flares to a bright red when I smirk at him.

"Your nothing! You have nothing! What are you going to do!" He shouted when his witnessed our flirting, his friends held him back from practically plowing me down, he could try anyways. Now my confidence is wiped out by anger, he will go down even if I go down with him, I turn slowly taking off my black sunglasses showing my piercing white eyes, when the gasps clear out of the hall all is silent.

"I'll wear lipstick... And I'll fuck your

bitch too." With that I walk into first period with all eyes on me, smiling I sit down.

PHASE 3: Take them all to hell.