I grabbed my things from my locker, swinging my backpack over my shoulder and slamming it shut.
No sooner I slammed it shut had I felt myself get pushed against it, my arms pinned behind my back. I already knew who it was.
A smirk grew across my face.
"Hey Henry." I chuckled and his grip on my wrist tightened.
"Don't 'hey Henry' me, you little gay boy." He growled. Henry Janeson. He was the schools asshole and found pleasure in calling me names because I was one of the smallest boys in school.
"I'm not gay, Henry, and if I was i would have no problem with fucking your dad's and ruining your families." I sighed and of course he slammed me harder against the locker.
"Watch your mouth kid. There's 4 of us and 1 of you." He snapped.
"I'm glad you can do math." I smirked.
I felt him tug the back of my shirt and toss me to one of the other guys, grabbing me and walking down the, now empty, hall.
"Let go!" I yelled as the pushed through the gym doors.
"You're gonna learn you little brat." He chuckled as he grabbed a latter from the supply closet.
He snatched me up and climbed up the latter to the basketball goal.
"Get off you air head!" I yelled as he hooked my pants loop to the rim and quickly climbed down, moving the latter.
"We will see how much you like spending the night in school. Night, Blue." He laughed as they walked out of the gym, turning off all the lights and shutting the door to leave me there to hang.
I tried to reach for my phone but I couldn't get my hand around the rim to my back pocket.
I clung onto my backpack and camera as I hung there.
Airheads. All brawn and no brain.
I jumped to the sound of the door opening. Great. They forgot to punch me a few times.
The lights flipped on and who was standing there wasn't Henry or any of his goons. It was a tall boy with messy brown hair. He had on a loose Led Zeppin shirt and ripped jeans with combat boots.
"A little help?" I asked and he looked up and a grin broke across his face.
"What are you doing here?" He chuckled.
"What are you doing here?" I replied.
"I don't feel obligated to tell you anything considering I'm not the one hanging from a basketball goal." He smirked, lighting a cigarette.
"Are you new?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm Miles." He smirked.
"Well, Miles, would you mind helping me down?" I asked.
He shrugged and walked to the supply closet, pulling out the ladder once again, climbing up and unhooking me, causing me to smack the floor.
"Shit." I mumbled as he jumped off the ladder.
"What were you doing up there anyways?" He chuckled. Now that I was close to him I could see his eyes. Grey.
"Dickheads at school..why were you still here anyways?" I asked, rubbing my butt from where I had fell.
"I came to steal the girls panties from the locker room." He chuckled, blowing smoke in my face.
"Of course. You're a typical guy. Asshole. All of you." I sighed, pulling my backpack on.
"I'm not as typical as you see right now. What's your name?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Blue." I replied.
"Cool. I dig it." He smirked, stomping on his cigarette.
"Let me guess. You're a typical bad boy. You pull girls, break rules, and own a motorcycle." I rolled my eyes.
"You're smart." He chuckled.
"So now you've got to tell me why you're here still." I clung onto my backpack strap.
"I'm stealing girls panties. You have no idea what the asshole at this school will pay for them." He smirked.
I felt like I was going to be sick.
"You're disgusting." I scoffed making for the door.
"Wait! Let me give you a ride home." He offered.
"Why would i do that?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Because I saved your ass from angin from the basketball goal all night." He laughed.
I sighed and made for the doors, pausing and turning to face him.
"Are you comin or what?" I asked and a smile broke over his face.
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Breathing Blue
RandomWhen one boy moves to the Creek Blue Stevens gets pulled in my his heart strings and launched into the abyss by this impulsive, handsome, funny boy who some reasons makes his way to Blue put of everyone in the Creek.