Beauty And The Not SoTypical Nerd(BoyxBoy)

Week 3:Pt.1

Monday(Back To Alex P.O.V)
I didn't want to go to school today at all. I already know I'm going to get bullied, so why go? But I have to since, I skip school too much.

I walk outside, wearing an oversize sweater with leggings, and it was over 80°. I know it sounds crazy and weird that I'm wearing an oversize sweater and leggings. Most of my shirts have half way long sleeves and most of my pants are tight. I didn't want no one seeing my cuts and I don't want the cuts on my legs to be bother by tight pants.

I walk towards the school, only to stop. I took a deep breath, I need to last the whole day. I continue to walk to the school, I walk up to the door quickly and walk in. People were staring at me and started laughing while they called me a 'fag'. I kept my head down with my hoodie on and continue to walk quickly to class.

I got to the class, set down in an empty desk in the back corner. This is not my seat, but I don't want to be notice. I heard someone walk in, I look up, and it was Lucas. I felt like crying as my heart became heavy. I continue to look at him, it was very hard to look away.

I put my head in my hand, still looking at Lucas. Then, all of a sudden, Lucas turn and look at me. He quickly look away with a half smile on his face. I begin to blush and started to smile. I felt so happy that Lucas finally notice me and even gave me a half smile.

I wanted to jump up and hug him, but I know I can't. The bell rung and the students, plus the teacher, began to walk in the class. As the students set down, the teacher look around and stop at me. "Mr.Rodriguez, that is not your seat, please get up and go to you seat" he told me.

People turn to stare at me, ugh, not this shit again. "I don't wanna move sir, can I just sit here?" I ask while looking at the teacher. The teacher look annoyed, "no you can't, get the hell up and go to your seat." People made the 'ooo' noise, this teacher did not. "I said I'm not moving so, I'm not moving" I answer back angrily.

The teacher look piss off, "look I'm tired of your fucking crap Alex. I know you get bully for being a fag and that doesn't mean you get to sit there because of bullying. Bring your ass up here and stop being a whining bitch."

Everyone and me look at the teacher with wide eyes, what the fuck? I stood up, sticking up my middle finger, "fuck you, I'm not a whining bitch and I don't need your crap. You are always grumpy because you can't ever get fuck, not even a gay person would fuck you. You know what, I'm going to the office for I don't have to be in a class with an non-fuckable whiny teacher. And I feel so bad that you can't get any so, why not get over here on your knees and suck my dick. I can show you who the real bitch is."

People look at me with a more surprise face, even the teacher. I really don't care no more, I'm fucking piss. I quickly walk out the classroom, I did not want to hear the teachers mouth no more. I continue to walk to the office, open the office door, and set on the chair.

"Mr.Rodriguez why are you here?" The principal ask with an confused tone. "I curse the teacher out" I answer truthfully. The principal sigh, "You have been changing." I look around and saw no one there, then I look down, "I know." The principal hug me, "You are just like my sister, I guess it is like mother like son."

Yes, the principal is my aunt, how lucky am I. I hug her back not saying anything, I'm not like my mom, I'm taking my depression in a horrible way. We stop hugging and just talk till first period ended, I love my aunt so much.

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It was lunch time and I was sitting at my table, alone. I wish my best friends were here, I miss them so much. I sigh and threw my food away, I'm not really hungry. I walk out the cafeteria and walk to the roof.

It felt so good when I walk out. It became very windy even though it's now 87° out here. It was a perfect time to sing, so I started to sing,

"Tell me that you won't leave me alone in this
'Cause I need, I need a hand to hold
To hold me from the edge
The edge I'm sliding over slow
'Cause I need, I need your hand to hold
To hold me from the edge
The edge I'm sliding past
Hold on to me."