for the awkward and unwanted. (DISCONTINUED!)

6: drama and freckles?

it was the next day of school, i was so much terrified than usual,
what if pj told everyone?
what if he told them but made it worse?
i asked myself while saying bye to my mum and walking in to the school.
dan and phil weren't there yet, so it was just tori and i.

i sat next to tori in the cafeteria "hi." i mumbled

"oh my god, what the fuck happened?" she asked.
i fucking hate pj. i didn't know what to say so i pretended i had no idea,

"tori, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"pj!! obviously, everyone is talking about it"

when she said that the popular boys walked over to me.

"so, is it true?" one named harlow (i think?) asked

"what?" i scoff, trying to seem tough

"that you're a fucking faggot?" another says.

i'm straight, they were going too far.

i stood up "of course i'm not! pj is a lying asshole!" i get in their faces.

what the fuck am i doing?
i thought.

"mmm, is that why you begged him to fuck you? you're a faggot, slut james!" harlow yelled.

i had absolutely no response so i just punched him as hard as i could

"ow! fuck! what the hell?!" he yelled covering his nose before swinging at me and knocking me into the table.

tori was frozen in shock and unsure of what to do.

two teachers came running over, one to yell at harlow and his friends and the other to comfort me. my vision was burry and everything sounded muffled. i touched my under my nose as i tasted blood in my mouth and looked at my hand; extremely bloody.
i'm not sure what happened after that, i think i passed out.
tori was with me all day, as i constantly heard whispers every time someone saw me.
during fifth period i saw a girl walk in, one i've never seen before, she was pretty.
she was wearing one of those black crop tops that say 'thrasher' in flames, low-waisted jeans with holes and fishnet legging showing from the holes and at the top of her jeans. she had mid-length light brown hair, a bit past her shoulders. she was pale, had a slight hint of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

when she walked in the teacher says "oh and everyone this is-"

the girl interrupts ms. clark "freckles, call me freckles"

the teacher looks shocked then says "okay, b- i mean freckles" and tells 'freckles' where to sit.
is her name that bad that she'd want to go by such a stupid nickname? must be.
i thought.
i looked back at her, she smiled i turned away looking at the front of the class.

during lunch, as soon as we sat down tori says

"so, did you hear about that freckles chick?"

i nod "she's cute".

a few minutes later freckles walks over to us.

she sits down "hey."

"hi! i'm tori and this is ethan!" tori says and smiles

she nods "i'm freckles".

we have a few pointless conversations before saying bye.