The Odd Ace Out

Chapter 2- The Dick Bag Behind Me

Everyone entered the classroom and filled into their seats. As usual, the teacher was rambling on about things no one cared about and everyone was talking. Well, almost everyone. The Aces and the rest of the jocks were discussing the upcoming senior only party at Aaron's house. I've never been one for parties, so I'm probably not going to go.

"Hey! Marcus!" Dean shouted directly into my ear. "So which hottie are you taking to my party? Maybe you'll finally get laid."

My mind kept wandering away. I just kept replaying that time Jessica and I first talked. It makes me sad. It's not like I don't like her, it was when I looked at her arms, they were bandaged. The sight made me wonder what she was hiding under the bandages, yet I felt like it would be rude to ask.

"OI!!!" another scream rang through my ears from Dean. "Dude you're practically eye fucking Sawyer! Do you like her?"

Rolling my eyes, I grunted and turned away. I averted my eyes just in time to see Jessica looking at me, her silver eyes shimmered in the sunlight that beamed through the beige curtains of the classroom made her look so beautiful. My lips parted to reveal what I imagined to be a kind smile, which in return made Jessica turnaround and hide her face. The class period felt suddenly very short and the bell rang.

"Maybe I'll ask Jessica to go to the party with me." I say to myself as I stroll to my locker and enter my combination.

As I gather my books out of my locker I planned out the entire thing in my head. I closed my locker and strutted towards Jessica, just then a familiar somebody slammed their arm onto the locker.

"Hey, Jessica. Are you free this friday night?" he said in a low tone that was apparently charming to every girl in the school.

"I believe so, why?" Jessica responded in a somewhat happy tone.

"Do you want to go to Aaron's party with me?" Dean said with a smirk.

Suddenly my entire world felt like it was crashing all around me. It now is clear, I'm not going to go to the party.

"Um, sure! That sounds like fun." She said enthusiastically.

My heart ached like it had just been split in two. Trying not to cause a scene I speed walked into the boys bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I cried, and cried. I don't know why this of all things felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside. I was crying so loud that I didn't even hear the door open.

"Well, well, well. if it isn't the prince-in-training himself," the stall door swung open "Marcus Floyd." I looked up at where the voice was coming from, it was Dean Myers.

He reached down and grabbed me firmly by the head. He pulled me up into the air and stared me in the eyes.

"It's definitely a real gift to see you helpless like this, so let's have some fun." He said with a sinister smile.

Dean looked me up and down as if he were looking for a weak point. With careful steps he walk out of the stall area then threw me into a sink with full force causing me to slam my face on the edge of it. My nose gushed blood. Helplessly, I looked up at him.

"You really are pathetic if you think you're Ace material.".

He picked me up once more and punched me like I was a life sized punching bag. I feel dizzy.. my whole world is turning fuzzy. Soon I was on my hands and knees.

"Well, it looks like our fun here is done." He said cracking his neck. "Mr. Peters will have my head if I'm not back soon. But before I go.."

Dean swiftly turns around and kicks my hard in my stomach. My whole body quivered and I clenched my stomach with my hand, then I closed my eyes. My eyes started to tear, then I vomited on the floor and my back hit the floor. My whole world went black.