The Popular and the Emo (boy x boy)

Jayden Cole

AN: This is my first story. I'm hoping to update this story twice a week. When I complete this, I'll go through and fix spelling and grammatical  errors. I hope you enjoy. ^·^

         TRIGGER WARNING

Hello there! My name is Jayden Cole. I'm 16, emo, gay, and I live in Athens Georgia. I'm not a popular kid. I have bright red hair and a piercing on the left side of my lip, along with a nose ring. Not many people down here accept my sexuality. As you can imagine, I get bullied quite a bit. My parents drink and are abusive. I'm pretty much alone..

The only thing I have is my music, and my best friend Lizbeth. I listen to Pierce the Veil, Black Veil Brides, Of Mice and Men, My Chemical Romance, Bring me The Horizon, stuff along punk/ post hardcore standards. Lizbeth, She's been here from the start. 16, emo, and socially awkward. Much like me.

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       I'm sitting on my bed crying. My blade in hand, blood running down my wrist. I can still hear my parents screaming for me down stairs. I have a busted lip, bruises everywhere, and blood pouring from my eyebrow. My dad beats me for amusement, I guess.

          {{ One year later }}

           My alarm wakes me with a shrieking sound. 6:30 flashes on the screen illuminating my room in red. I drag myself out of bed and stumble towards my closet. I rummage through until I find what I'm looking for. My red skinny jeans and my black Pierce the Veil sweater. I then went to the bathroom to fix my hair and brush my teeth. The second I looked in the mirror I knew I'd need makeup. I grabbed the foundation and dabbed it nearly all over my face. I needed that much to cover up all the bruises. I had a black eye, my lip was swollen, and there was a bruise that extended from my chin to my ear. I sighed and brushed through my hair. I found my beanie and pulled it on along with my black and white vans.

   I glanced at the clock. 7:00 flashed on the screen. I had 45 minutes to get to school. I grabbed my book bag and skateboard and left the house.

          I got to school at 7:30. I had plenty of time. Then Brent rounded the corner with his little clique. We were alone in the school yard. Everyone was in the cafeteria.

   "Ello fag." Brent said. Yes, he's British. Sometimes it's hard to take him seriously. Well, not really. Considering he beats me up eighty-nine percent of the time we see each other. "What do you want, Brent?" I said aggravatedly.  I was tired of this shit.. "Bout time you showed up. Kept me and the boys waiting. How about we show Jay here a lesson. What you say boys?"

They started closing me in. Brent threw me against the wall with a blow to my stomach. I doubled over, out of breath. One of his sidekicks knocked my feet out from under me. I then felt a foot slam into my side. My vision started to go black. Brent picked me up from the neck of my shirt and shoved me against the wall. One guy punched me. His fist connected with my jaw, the same place my dad had bruised last night. I shrieked in pain. Brent threw a blow at my stomach again. He then let me go and I sunk to the floor, too weak to lift myself up.

   I heard the bell ring. Shit. Late, again. I struggled to stand up. It took a minute, but when I did, a hot pain shot up my side. I clenched my stomach. I'm sure he bruised something.