I woke up early, and slipped on some white ripped skinny jeans and a loose black hoodie with black converse, went to the bathroom, brushed my hair and teeth, and styled my hair. I applied concealer to the bruises and added on some eyeliner. I grabbed my back pack and ran out of the house.
I walked to school slowly. Today the one thing I want to avoid is Devon Reeds. He doesn't like me too well, and he likes to beat me up. I take it silently, just like Wyatt did. I deserve my dosage of karma. I deserve it times two. But today I wished only to avoid him, my father had banged me up a little more than usual.
As soon as I got on school grounds I heard a loud commotion and glanced to a crowd surrounding some vehicle. For some reason they immediately dispersed, and left alone was a man on a motorbike. He was tall, and obviously new. His middle finger was held up to the crowd.
I watched him slip off his helmet, admired his face, and scurried inside the school building. I didn't even make it to my locker. I was cornered between a locker and the wall. Devon had me pinned up with one hand and the other was pulled back to hit me.
I tried to not notice that the male from before was making his way over towards us. Devon slammed his fist into my jaw and I only flinched and cupped it slightly. Before I had the chance to breathe he was slammed up against the wall, by the very tall biker boy. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He practically growled.
Devon's eyes were wide but he tried to keep calm. He shot his eyes over at me. "You didn't tell me you had a fucking boyfriend, I knew you were a faggot," The boy punched Devon directly in the nose. He let out a yelp and cursed, "Shit!"
"Leave him the fuck alone, you dumbass," His voice was steady and deep, with what I realized was an Australian accent. He released Devon and he scurried off. "Th-thanks," I nearly whispered. He studied me for a second, "Yep." He turned to leave, but I wanted to know his name.
"Uh.. I'm Cameron. Cameron Turner," He stopped in his tracks and he turned to look at me. "Don't bother trying to be my friend. I'd rather fucking off myself."
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Broken Objects
Romance"One day you'll realize just how much I loved you, and then you'll regret treating me the way you did," my voice was trembling with rage, sadness, and fear. "You'll never know what real love is until you learn to love and then you fuck it up," My sm...
