Theres a hell believe me, ive seen it

I kept my head down while walking through the never ending sea of kids, the smells of men's cologne wafted throughout the hallways. I heard a laugh, and some playful yells. Looking up to make sure my feet were taking me to the correct classroom, I see Mr. Stevens. He's the most antic thing in this place, also the one teacher that seems to hate me.
  "Mr. Sykes, how wonderful to see you again. Lets try to pass this year, please." He said to me, I wanted to say a snarky comment when a sophomore bolted into me, causing me to drop my belongings.
  "What the fu-rick!" I looked at all my things, I wanted to scream at the kid, the start to another sixteen week of this class is starting off great.
  "I'm sorry, dude! My bad! Here's your folder" the underclassman said to me.
  "Watch where you're going next time, please." I said as nicely as I could.
I walked as quickly as possible to the back of the classroom praying that Mr. Stevens wouldn't be giving us assigned seats this trimester. I set my now unorganized shit on my desk trying to rearrange it back into order. After another minute the bell rang, I managed to get most of the papers in order.
  "All right students, pick up your stuff. And go to the front, I'm giving you the seat you'll be sitting in for the rest if the trimester" he said in a monotone voice. I walked to the front. The teacher started reading off names, I sit two from the front, and probably the shortest person in this class sits right behind me, I feel bad for being so lanky. When I sit down I glance around me, a girl I've seen around once or twice sits on my left, she seems okay, I contemplate smiling at her, but I think better of it, she'd probably roll her eyes and look away. I look to my right, its the kid who ran into me, great, I was an asshole to this innocent kid, and now I have to sit next to him. He catches me looking at me and smiles, I want to smile back, I really do, but I can't bring the corners of my mouth to curve in a friendly way.
  "Sorry 'bout earlier. I'm josh, by the way!" He was smiling, he had perfect teeth, and quite nice eyes.
  "Don't worry about it, I'm Oliver, but I prefer Oli." I attempted to smile, I probably looked ridiculous.
  "Okay, cool. This class is so lame, I took it last year, at my old school." He sighed, he was new?
  "All right kids, welcome to U.S History we'll be learning about...." I drowned out the words with my own thoughts, I kept my eyes fixed on the clock. I wanted this hour to get over with as fast as possible.
  "Your first assignment will be due tomorrow, I want you all to think about two facts about yourself. What you did over Vacation, and two Hobbies" the teachers went on...
Great, I barely even know myself, how am I supposed to do this, I thought about what I liked. Music, Concerts, bands, art, and that's about it, oh and I like butts. The class dragged on for what felt like forever, when I heard the bell ring, I walked out of the classroom. The day went on as usual, I didn't see the the josh kid in any of my other classes.

When the last bell at the end of the day rang I couldn't wait to leave, I went to my locker and collected my things, I had no homework, except the thing for US history, and getting a few syllabus's signed, as I was waking I dropped a few things, so I had to stay behind a few minutes until all the kids were gone so I didn't have to make a block in the hallway, when I was done I walked out of school and spotted my car, one if my most prized possessions, I inherited it from my dad, when him and my mom passed away a few years ago. I walked over to the drivers side door, and unlocked it, I heard a few loud voices, I turned around and saw Josh, and two football players standing by him, I walked-jogged over to make sure everything was okay, when I got there Josh had a bloody nose.
   "what the hell is going on?" I got between josh and the two bigger boys not sure what to do.
     "Oh we were just showing this fag what gays deserve" the blonde one said, I instantly felt rage flow into my veins, I punched the blonde kid in the face.
"Really? I guess I'll have to show you what I do to homophobic assholes" I said to him.
  The brown haired boy try to punch me in the stomach, I blocked his punch and punched him in the jaw, I felt my knuckles start to hurt, both the boys were grabbing their faces.
    "Next time you decide to hurt him I'll hurt you even worse, okay?" I turned around and grabbed joshes shoulder and started to walk him away from the two boys.
  "Is your nose okay? I think I have some  napkins in my car" I could see a bruise starting to form on the right side of his cheek, "do you need a ride?" I asked.
  "Are you sure?" He asked with his head tipped back.
   "Yeah, dude its fine, get in and I'll give you the napkins", I assured him, when I was in my seat, josh was still trying to situate himself, so blood wouldn't get anywhere, I reached over to the glove box and grabbed a few of the napkins and handed them to the kid, I felt bad, for all I know he's knew, getting picked on for being homosexual, and is getting a ride home from a senior, I've been through it all, except the last part.
   I came out the summer after freshmen year, and I've been bullied ever since.
"Aye, thanks man. I live a couple miles away" he continued to tell me his address.
I'm not gonna lie, this kid was cute, but he sure could talk. He told me everything, it seemed like. I figured out he was 16, and was a junior, he skipped a grade, and a few other things.
"So, josh, what do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked, I thought since he was so smart he must have some sort of future planned.
"Well, I want to be something that has to do with science, well that's want my parents really want me to, but want to know what I think would  be the best?" He asked me, I shrugged, " I'd love to play guitar in a band, cause my singing is shit" I was a little shocked, Josh didn't seem like that kind of person.
    "Like what kind of band?" I asked, this was like the most important question I've asked him in the whole ten minutes. It would have probably taken twenty minutes to get to Josh's house, but traffic was bad, so it'd probably take about thirty minutes.
"I'd love to be in any genre, really. Personally I enjoy heavier shit, like of mice & men, and stuff like that, but i don't know, probably rock." He told me, I smiled, his nose stopped bleeding, but his bruise was getting worse.
  "You need to get ice on that bruise, it's getting bigger it seems like." We ended up at his house, it wasn't the nicest house I've ever seen, but it surely wasn't the ugliest, it looked cozy.
  "Well thanks for the ride, Oli, also  about the fight, that was really brave, man, thanks!" He smiled and got out of my car, I watched him walk up to his house, I backed out and drove a few miles away from his house. I couldn't stop thinking about the boy who just got out of my car, he was so kind, and just an all around nice person to be around, at least that's how I felt after a thirty minute drive, with the kid. I gathered my thoughts and drove myself home.