From Straight Lines to Circles (bxb) ***ON HOLD***

Chapter Twenty Two

Sorry it's been so long. I am still focusing on A Long Way to Fall, but I am going to try and upload new chapters in this story as well, much faster then I have previously. Also, this chapter switches between three different POV's, don't get confused if the scene is totally changed. Anyway thanks for reading, and enjoy :)

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***COLLIN'S POV***

I walked quickly, nearly running down the hallways, as my watch ticked forward relentlessly.

I was almost late for football practice.

The thought made me flush in dread, and pick up my feet, now in an all out sprint towards the school locker room.

When I finally reached it I threw open the door, not even bothering to look around the room as I quickly moved to my locker and entered the combination. My fingers fumbling, I tried to rushedly unbutton my shirt, finally succeeding and throwing it to the floor.

After I stripped off my jeans, leaving me only clad in my thin boxers, I reached for my jersey, placing it on the bench before preparing to yank on my shoulder pads.

Until someone pulled them out of my fingers.

I heard a clunk, as whoever it was threw my gear across the room. My muscles tensed in anger, my head swivelling around to face the asshole who threw my stuff.

"What the fuck?" I hissed, seeing the sneering face of Zachary Brunner. All brawn and no brain, he was a shortsighted homophobe, who enjoyed picking on anyone weaker then him.

Which thanks to his tall lanky body, consisted of almost the entire student body.

He used to be the third man involved when Dane and I would pick on Charlie.

And Zachary was one of the most sadistic people I knew.

"I heard you're a queer now." He sneered, the disgust written across his sharp features. Defiantly, I clenched my fists, raising my eyebrow.

"Yes, spontaneously. Must have been something I ate." I said sarcastically, noticing him flinch slightly in surprise.

Coming out was the most terrifying thing I had ever had to go through.

But now that I had finally exited the closet there was no way in hell I was going back in.

"You used to be fun Waysworth, helping me fix the faggots rampant in our school." He growled, clenching his hands into fists. "I need to beat that back into you." I balled my fists, preparing to fight back, when suddenly hands surrounded my body, grabbing my wrists and bending them behind my back.

I muffled a cry, as a sharp pain ran through my shoulder from the awkward angle it was being bent.

I couldn't see who was behind me, but the mystery person was strong, and let out a dark chuckle as he twisted my arm back even further. Zachary moved closer, his sneering face inches away from my eyes.

"You're just as bad as that little faggot, Charlie. And you deserve the same as that pathetic, disgusting fairy does." Anger shocked through me, my body squirming and straining as it struggled to hit Zachary's smug face. But the hands behind me held strong, their vice-like grip not letting my wrists slide at all.

In a quick blur, Zachary pulled back his fist, driving it forward into my stomach. I grunted from the impact, the wind knocked out of me in a painful woosh. With a satisfied smirk, he punched me again, and again...

And again.

I had no idea exactly when I fell to the floor. Suddenly I just felt the cold linoleum under my head, numbing my brain as the painful hits kept coming in an excrutiating blitz.