Who Are You? (pewdiecry fanfic)

Chapter 2- High School

The worst part of going into a new school is all the glares you get.  They stare.  They glare.  They glance at you while they hurry by, trying not to make it obvious.  They think you don't notice it but you do.  You're forced down the hallways as a nobody, as prey.  The older guys give you hard, cold glares as they bring their fists together in order to tell you to stay away.

This is normal for me.  Since I have been moving around a lot, I'm used to all the glares.  But this time... it feels different.  I shuffle through the hallways quickly as I try to find my homeroom.  Earlier I had to go to the main office and ask for my schedule, but the lady just shrugged me off and I had to ask another staff member for help.   What a great school this is.

I glance to the side as I see everyone looking at me.  My swoopy hair covering my grey eye, thank god.  Maybe they see the scars and bruises on my arms, maybe they don't.  Maybe I just look weird to them, whoever knows.  

"Yo!  Bruh you gotta get yo ass over here right now" I hear a yell from across the hallway.

I look up to see a group of 5 guys, all seeming to be the same age as I.  They all are leaning against the lockers on the other side of the wall with their knees propped up behind them to support their weight.  Each one of them are wearing leather jackets, studded boots, spikey hair, and skin-tight jeans.  The majority of the guys who I can see have their hair in this strange hairstyle where it looks like they have sex-hair,  the kind of hair that sticks up in random places and covers half of their faces.  They all have one streak of blue or pink or green hair in their bangs.  I realize that they were the same group the mysterious blonde Swede walked over to before we got on the bus.  They scare the shit out of me to be honest, but I have to answer them.

"W- who? Me?" I ask, pointing my finger at myself in question.

"Yea you dork I told you to get your fucking ass over here" He sneers.

At this point, I don't want to cause any more trouble so I obediently walk over to where the group stood.

"What's your name, kid?"  One of the taller guys ask.  He looked to be about 6'4" with dark hazel eyes and tanned skin.  You could see his muscles bulging through his tight shirt.  Stop.  Ryan don't even think about it.  Leave the thought alone.

"U- uh.. Ryan... Ryan Terry" I answer, having to strain my neck back to properly look at his face.

"Well Ryan Terry, I believe we're going to be the best of friends!" He exclaims in a girly voice as he brings his hands up to his face and smiles a menacing smile.  You could only believe he was joking.

Do I really have to deal with this right now?  It's my first day in my new high school... I shouldn't have to put up with this shit anymore.

"Leave him alone Cameron" A stern voice echoes through the back of the group.

Immediately the guy who I assume is Cameron straightens up and stops talking.

"Sorry boss, he's just so easy to pick on, you know?" He whines.

I look behind me to see who said it and I was met with the same sky-blue eyes I had met on the bus.  The mysterious Swedish boy.  

He looks at me with a bored look, as if he really couldn't care whether or not Cameron continued to pick on me.  I look at him with a pleading look, as if to tell him to help me further, but he ignores me and looks straight at Cameron.

"Come on guys, lets leave him to mess with Terry alone" Cameron snickers and struts away with the remaining three followers trailing behind him.

"I'm sorry about him.  They're not exactly the nicest people on the planet." He sighs, bringing his arm behind his neck, flexing his arm muscles at the same time.

I tried to ignore his flexed arms and go on to thanking him. "I um... w- well thanks for that." I mumble, looking back down at my shoes due to shyness.

"You better stay away from him Ryan.  He will hurt you, I can guarantee that." And with that he walks off down the hallway.

The bell had already rung so I rush to find my homeroom and slip through the door.  Trying to avoid the teacher, I sit in the back of the class ready to see what the rest of my first day of high school will hold.

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I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN SO LONG I'M LAZY OKAY?  BUT HERE YOU GO FOR ANY OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE READ THE FIRST PART.  OKAY THEN.  SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT.