True is a fifteen-year-old suicidal teenager, and he's done with his life. With shitty parents who would rather punch him than show him affection and a set of siblings out to make his life hell, oh wait, did I forget to mention he's devastating bull...
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Kyle P.O.V
Once the overhead bell rang out I smiled at ceiling with joy, knowing the school day was finally and I mean finally over.
I jumped right out of my seat and rushed out of the now open door, and hurried to True's locker where we'd usually chat for a couple minutes before I head to Luke's locker, which was exactly what I was going to do. I hurried down the hallway, and to where I knew True's locker was. It looked like all the other lockers, but I knew it was True's due to the fact there was a huge fist punched into the locker next to his. I pity the soul who has the locker next to True, since he's locker door has been replaced four time's this school year already.
When I arrived I leaned against the locker on the opposite locker, via the one that didn't have a large punch mark into it. I stood there for almost five minutes until I deemed that True just wasn't going to show up at all.
I huffed before walking away and heading towards my boyfriend, Luke's locker. I may be slightly over-protective of True but it was understandable. He was too innocent for the bullying he's been forced to take. I am so proud of how he manages to not break down and fall apart. Then again, True isn't a normal kid, he's special in a good way. He's stronger than most people think, and that makes him even more amazing than he already is.
When I arrive at Luke's locker, I found him stuffing books forcefully inside the locker, as if it had offended him personally, which it might have in Luke's eyes. Luke doesn't like school, in fact if he had it his way, school would never have existed. I agree with him on that, I absolutely despise school but somehow I'm still in this stupid runt. Book after book was shoved into the locker, and it was so violent that I was almost completely sure that the next door lockers were shaking inside the metal boxes. I giggled internally.
I creeped up behind Luke, a smile locked onto my face. I grin as Luke shuffled, before putting a large math book into his locker, groaning at the weight, and it looked like it weighted more than thirty pounds, and slammed his locker shut.
I wrap my arms around his waist before covering his eyes with my hands and whispered in his ear in a deeper voice, "Guess who?" I was giggle internally when Luke tensed up underneath me.
"Um," He started before coughing slightly and muttering under his breath a, "I don't know." Making me burst out into laughter, before removing my hands from over his eyes. He instantly twists around and pins me to his chest, a giggle escaping my mouth as he trapped me to his chest, his very muscular chest at that I loved. I felt Luke rub his nose along my neck. I continued to giggle as it tickled my neck and Luke knew it, the bastard.
We continued our little episode of PDA before a kid whispers, "Fags." and it seemed like the whole world ended for a moment before Luke snapped out of his momentary shock before glaring at the guy who was dumb enough to insult me and Luke, Luke didn't take to kindly to insults such as fag, poof, freaks, those kind of things made Luke's little fuse light faster than almost anything else.
