The Goth Boy

Chapter 2

The Goth Boy

Chapter 2:

This was just great. My partner for the English assignment was Cole Montgomery. As in the Cole Montgomery. The boy who beat me up everyday in the boys bathroom. The boy who I had a major crush on. The boy who was straighter than a pole. 

 I was scared to be his partner, utterly scared. Goth. What's up with everyone calling me goth? What does goth even mean?

So what I'd rather the dark then the light. So what my hair's black along with all my clothes. I happen to love my lip ring, its perfect to play with when I'm nervous. Which is exactly what I'm doing right now.

Nobody understood me. Nobody gets me. I scoffed with my head hanging low kicking a rock down the sidewalk. I kept my hair over my eyes just enough so that I could see.

I heard a car coming up fast behind me but ignored it like I do everything else. I kicked the same rock but hit it to hard and it landed too far away. I could hear the car slowing down behind me and my panic mode started to set in.

"Hey look, its the goth boy!" I recognized his voice far too quickly. My stomach ached preparing itself for what was bound to happen. As if I didn't get enough of it all ready.

I heard doors close and I immediately thought of running. Would I be fast enough? Would he catch me like he always does and beat me senseless? I fiddled with my lip ring, deciding that running would just make it worse. He'd catch up anyhow, if not today then tomorrow.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing?" He seemed overly happy. He slung an arm around my shoulders causing me to flinch from sudden contact.

"Walking." I mumbled. If I didn't answer he'd get mad. I go through this about five times a day. I was so close to my house, but it was just as safe in there as it was out here.

"Let us walk with you bro, we can chat" He snickered nodding to his football friends trailing behind us. I glanced up noticing the humor in his hypnotizing grey eyes. But that didn't stop the butterflies from erupting in my stomach from being near him. My face burned with embarrassment.

His friends laughed trailing behind as Cole walked next to me as if we were best friends or something. He ultimately scared me. He was a tough kid, and on the football team. I had spaghetti arms and couldn't defend myself against a meatball. 

Sorry, kinda hungry over here. Thinking of food made my stomach growl.

"Someone's hungry," Hunter snickered.

Cole swung a fist straight into my gut knocking me over in two seconds flat. I forgot to breathe out, so I was gasping for air.

"Your so pathetic." He shouted kicking me in the ribs. I rolled over cradling my ribs. Why did nobody like me? My eyes watered but I forced them away, I don't want to look like a baby. Well, even more of a baby.

"Guys come on, I got things I have to do" Karly stomped flicking her brown hair over her shoulder. She gave me a look of pity, but turned away immediately. Karly was Cole's current fling. They all only lasted a week or two if they were lucky.

Cole glanced down at me and I flinched covering my face on instinct. He burst out laughing before hopping back in his car and driving away.

Pain shot up everywhere, but this was only a quarter of what he did everyday. Now that I think about it, Karly kind of saved me. There were only a few people Cole would listen to, and they were his friends and family.

I should thank her, but she probably didn't mean to save me. She probably just really had other important things to do like she said. I sat alone on the sidewalk that was three blocks away from my house. My house wasn't anything spectacular, it was creepy with all the antiques my mom collected.