Broken Objects

Chapter Three (Wyatt)

I woke up and ran my hands though my hair. I styled it into a soft emo style and and put all my piercing back in. I brushed my teeth. I changed into a loose fitting white v neck shirt and dark blue skinny jeans. I added my leather jacket and grabbed my back pack. I walked out of my room, grabbed a banana, and left the house. I jumped on my black Harley Davidson, put on my helmet and took off.

I sped through the streets and made it to school with five minutes to spare. A lot of kids were staring so I flipped them the finger and they scurried off whispering something amongst each other. I sat my helmet on my Harley Davidson and locked it, taking my keys with me.

I slipped inside the school quietly. After looking around, I glowered. A small boy was cornered by a tall guy with brown hair. Bullying. I made my way over to them only to realize I towered over them both, especially the one cowering in fear.

He pulled his fist back and hit the boy right in the jaw. I quickly slammed him into a wall by the neck of his shirt, my first pulled back ready to hit him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His eyes were a dull brown and they were wide with panic.

In an attempt to keep his cool demeanor he looked towards the small red headed boy. "You didn't tell me you had a fucking Boyfriend, I knew you were a faggot," he hissed it quietly. I lunged my fist forward and punched his nose. "Shit!" He let out a yelp and grasped his nose. "Leave him the fuck alone you dumb ass."

I released him, and he scurried away, clutching his bloody nose. "Th-thanks," I glanced toward the boy with a raised brow. He was small, probably only five foot. His hair was full out emo, and covered his right eye. The burgundy hair complemented his pale green eyes, which were ringed with black eyeliner. He was pale and scrawny, and he looked familiar.

"Yep," I put my hands in my pocket and turned to leave. "Uh.. I'm Cameron. Cameron Turner."

I stopped in my tracks.