The boys hustled into the bathroom.
"Damn it," cursed one of the boys. "Did any of you guys see him?" he asked. All of the boys either shook their head, or said no. I smiled to myself.
"Maybe he's in the stalls." suggested a boy.
Oh god, don't check!
I heard the opening of stall doors. I shuddered.
I gotta get outta here...
I stayed silent, and looked around for escape routes. Suddenly, I heard the stall door shake.
"It's locked!" a boy shouted in frustration.
"Hold on," said another boy, and he began to hit the door, hard.
I shut my eyes in fear as the door slowly started to break down.
I'm done for...
The door broke down. The boys immediately noticed me and laughed evilly.
"So, you though you could hide..." sneered a boy.
I stood silent. There was no way to get out of this...
"Cat got your tongue?" asked a boy.
I shook my head nervously.
"Then talk!" shouted a boy, and he grabbed my by my hoodie. I pulled the strings tight so it wouldn't fall off. They bashed me against the wall, as I held in tears.
"How about we pull off that hoodie? I've been dying to see this punk." suggested a boy, then grinned evilly at me.
I shook my head vigorously.
Please, no...
The boy started to tug at my hood, and I slapped his hand away.
"Feisty, aren't you?" he asked. He ordered one of the boys to pin my arms behind my back. They pinned my arms behind my back, and slowly started to tug at the hood again. Suddenly, a boy burst into the bathroom. He had jet black hair, and bright blue eyes.
"Why don't you let him go?" he asked.
"Pffft. We don't have time for this idiot." said one of the boys, and went to punch him in the face. The boy with black hair dodged his punch, and twisted his arm.
"Hmm, should I break your arm? Or are you gonna leave him alone?" He asked, then pointed to me. The boy looked desperately to his gang. The gang shook their heads vigorously.
"Alright then." he said, and pushed the boy out the bathroom. The gang hurried after him.
"Are you okay?" the boy with black hair asked me.
"U-um... yes." I said with uncertainty.
"Come on, I'll walk you to class. What subject?" he smiled.
"...Math." I replied.
"Okay, let's go."
I nodded, and followed him to class.
Author's Note
Hey my darlings! Hope you enjoyed this part!
~CheeseCakers
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Poison Ivy
Novela JuvenilA suicidal girl named Ivy hides her identity with just a hoodie. She dresses, and does her best to act like a boy. She is also bullied. One day, it goes too far, and Ivy is convinced that the world has no use for her anymore. Until, she meets someon...