The World Is Ugly [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 1 - Blood

I walked down the hall. Down the familiar hall of Block C. The hall I end up walking down every once in a while. The hallway to detention. All the teachers completely despise me. Like I care anyways. "C2... C3.... C4..... C5..... C6" I let out a deep breath, walked over to Mr Kumar's desk and slammed my detention slip down on his desk. I scanned the people in the room and saw the familiar faces. Pete, Matthew and Bob. I could hear Mr Kumar tut as he examined my slip.

"So explain, Iero" said Mr Kumar.
"Explain what?"
"Why you're in here"
"Because apparently giving someone a pat on the back is the equivalent to beating someone up"
He rolled his eyes at me and began signing my detention slip.
"Whatever. Just go ahead and sit down" he murmured.

"Right, if you're in here, you're quiet and you think about what you did wrong and what you should've done" boomed Mr Kumar.

I don't even think I did anything wrong. All I did, was give Mason Symms a pat on the back. But that little twat instantly started bawling his eyes out and told Mr Ruf that I punched him on his back and I attempted to beat him up. Of course that little son of a bitch went and told Mr Ruf. Out of all the teachers be could've told, he told Mr Ruf because everyone knows that he hates my guts. Mason and Mr Ruf could honestly go and -

The door opened up and in came a guy about 3 years older. He had long black hair that hung over his skinny face. His school jacket was completely stained in mud and blood. He was completely covered in cuts and bruises like as if he had just came out of a torture chamber. His trousers had a massive and blood was oozing out of the freshly cut wound. I watched him place his detention slip on Mr Kumar's desk and sank into the empty seat next to me. What had happened to him? Isn't he the guy who just sits in the corner of the library every lunch break? I have to go talk to him afterwards.

I peeked over to the strange being sitting next to me. He was breathing heavily and staring at the floor. That's when I realised that he was holding a baseball bat. A freaking baseball bat. He must of gotten in a really ugly fight with someone. Should I go and talk to him afterwards? I might end up looking like him afterwards. I glanced over in his direction again. This time, instead of him looking at the floor, he was looking at me. Like as if he was going to skin me alive. Instantly, I looked away at a wall. Why was he staring at me? Was the same thing going on in his mind like it was going through mine? No. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to pretend I didn't see him at all today and continue on with my life. RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!!!! I got up and ran for the exit. Crap. Running in detention is never a good idea. Before I knew it, I tripped over Bob's foot and fell straight onto the guy. "Sorry man. I accidentally tripped over" I told him and with that, I sprinted out and into the halls.

He seems so scary. But at the same time, he's so damn beautiful.