High School//Ianthony

Chapter 2: Of Course

~Anthony~

Okay, act cool. Maybe he doesn't want to talk to me...I need to talk to him before-Damn it. My friend Noah already walked in with a smirk on his face. I can't talk to him now.

~Ian~

As the blonde headed boy walked past me he kicked my shin. It hurts but I need to not look like I'm weak.

~After School~

Finally this day is over with. I was tripped a couple of times but beside from that it wasn't that bad. Oh wait, I almost forgot what happened after school. The beating. After a few deep breaths I walk outside and I start to walk home. But then I am wouldn't by Anthony. This time he doesn't look as friendly as he did on the bus. "Come here you little fag," The blond said. "Ian HeCOCKS!" All of the five boys laughed as one of them picked me up by my shirt. Yes, you heard right. I'm gay and ever since I admitted it my life has been hell. All thanks to Anthony. He was definitely pulling a prank on me earlier. "Aren't you gonna speak you little wimp?" Another boy asks, laughing. The one who was holding me by my shirt is throwing their fist at my jaw. Anthony steps closer. "Want a turn Padilla?" "It would be my pleasure," He smirks, kicking as hard as he can at my stomach. After a couple more times of kicking and me groaning in pain, another one takes a turn at throwing their all at me.

~Anthony~

Ian looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes that you could get lost in for hours. He looked weak and helpless. I wanted to help him, I really did but I couldn't. What would everyone think of me then? "You little faggot," They all hiss at him. Blood is starting to show. I need to stop them. "Hey, you guys, I think he has learned his lesson. We don't want to be responsible for murder," I tell them hoping that they will all just leave him alone. "Yeah, man. Let's go," My friend Adrian  ((I couldn't help myself)) says. They all walk away and I stay to look over Ian. When all of them are out of sight I bend down, hoping to help him. "Get the fuck away from me," He says quietly, yet strictly, but weakly all at the same time. I reach out my hand, wanting to help him get up. But he got up on his own clumsily, ignoring the gesture I tried to do for him. "Bye," Ian said before walking away.