Opposites Attract

Chapter 1: Bad Circumstances

🌹Dan's POV🌹

This morning was like every other morning. I got up and got read for school, I put on a pastel pink sweater and pastel blue skinny jeans, topping it off with a pastel blue and pink flower crown. Then I went downstairs to get breakfast but instead get punched in the gut by my stepfather making me loose my appetite. Then my mum came downstairs and we acted like nothing happened, I pack my bag and said goodbye to my mum and dad before leaving for school.

But now things have gotten worse than at home, already! I was getting punched the second I walk through the school gates.

I'm trying to ignore all the harsh words being yelled at me, and constant kicking and punching.

"Fag!"

*Slap*

"Mistake!"

*Kick*

"Useless!"

*Punch*

"Worthless!"

I opened my locker, holding back the tears that threatened to poor down his cheeks at any second.

"Hey look, the worthless fag is about to cry!" The leader of the group laughs, followed by the rest of his group.

The leader Darick, pushes my back so I fall into my locker, slamming it shut, making sure it was locked.

I hear the boys laughing while walking to they're first class.

I somehow manage to sit down in my skinny locker, my knees tight to my chest. I tuck my head into my knees and start silently crying.

I don't bother calling for help. There is no point. No one will help me, even if for some odd reason they wanted to. Either they bully me as well, or they're scared what the bullies will do to them if they help me...

🎧Phil's POV🎧

I walk into school fashionably late as always. It's never my fault though. I just act like I do it on purpose. But in all reality it's cause my dad is extremely ill and I go to the hospital in the morning because I don't have time after school.

As I'm walking towards my locker I hear quiet crying coming from the locker, 3 lockers away from mine.

Out of curiosity I walk towards the locker. I put my ear up to it and crying sounds somewhat louder... There's someone in this locker.

I grab the code lock and start twisting it around. I learned how to break code locks using the lock itself.

In less than 10 seconds the lock opens. I quickly open the locker, excepting someone to be standing there. Nothing... I can still hear the crying, and it's louder now that I opened the locker. The crying is coming from below eye level.

I look down to see the school 'nerd' srunched up as tight as possible so he can sit on the locker floor.

He looks up at me with scared and sad eyes. He's cheeks are covered with tear stains, tears still in his eyes, and a few tears still run down his cheeks.

I pull my hand out to help him up, but he just attempts to scoot further back into his locker.

"Hey, I won't hurt you..." I say gently. "I d-don't b-believe." He says quietly.

I frown. This kid has been bullied so much that he doesn't believe when someone says they won't hurt him.

"Why not?" I ask. "N-no o-o-one wants t-to h-help me. A-and es-especially y-y-you." He responds so quiet I can barely hear him. "Why especially me?" I ask curiously.