Bullied But Not Beyond Beauty

Chapter One : Bullied

*RING*. It was the school bell; Dylan had thought Shit, Im going to be late. But at the same time, Dylan wasnt bothered about being late. This was because of whom he sat next to, it was his favourite subject, Biology, but he sat next to Kieran Newman. This was the school bully, and unfortunately Dylan happened to be his favourite punching bag. He has been bullied by Kieran before he could even remember, mainly because he was gay, smart, weak, timid and cute. But on Kierans hand, he was a big, beefy, spotty, ugly, out-going prick.

"Georgina" the teacher asked, waiting for her response.

"Here Miss", she said with a voice of fuck off

"Mike" said the teacher.

* Whispers* "here"

"Mike, are you in?" turning around and seeing his hand slowly rising. Mike was one of Dylans only friends.

"Dylan" asked the teacher, but there was no answer. "Has anybody seen Dylan Cait?" he asked.

Just as he asked, Dylan slowly entered the room as if he was at gunpoint. He was terrified he had done something wrong already, but how is that possible? So after a few seconds he replies with a hateful yet timid" Here Miss."

The teacher finished the rest of the register whilst Dylan headed towards his seat. Sitting down he edged himself as far away as possible from Kieran, but wasnt far enough apparently. As Kieran was still able to grab behind his neck, Dylan attempted with his little energy, to get out of his grasp. But felt himself being pulled back, and heard a vile sound of Kierans voice, whispering to him "Side of the school, at break, or else." Then he pushed Dylan forward in disgust, to the point he almost fell off of his stool.

Dylan had sat there in silence for the rest of the lesson, listening to the teacher but also staring at the schools model, Jake Pierce. He was the dream boat of the school, and thankfully for Dylan, he was in the same classes. All of the girls went after him, but that was no surprise. Jake had always had the attention of at least half of the population in that room, including Dylans. Dylan always dreamt about being in a relationship with Jake, but thought 'Why does he have to be straight?' Consequently he realised that this caused these dreams to be unrealistic.

"Okay Homework!" the teacher exclaimed, and at that very moment almost everyone had let out a big and simultaneous "UUUGGGHHH." This involved Dylan, as Kieran always got him to do the homework. However, Dylan still wrote down all of the information, and the tasks.

*RING*. The bell to end the lesson had gone off. Instantaneously half of the students got up and left without hesitation, this involved Kieran. As he passed Dylan, he gave him 3 minutes to get to the side of the school, this was where nobody went. It was like Dylans confidence, empty. However Dylan slowly started to head in that direction, this was because he knew if he didnt that Kieran would reveal his love for Jake.

Turning the corner Dylan had seen Kieran and 2 of his fellow bullies, and straight away, they pushed him against the wall. Dylans back was now facing the wall. Consequently, he dropped all of his work and then Kieran, being the biggest bitch; he made fun of him being gay. He did this by lifting Dylans legs and putting his bulge near Dylans ass, the other 2 still holding his arms to the wall. This made Dylan turn a bit red, but couldnt help it as he hadnt done anything like this ever.

Suddenly Dylan felt a *THUD*, and the next thing he knew was that he was on the floor. Due to having limp legs, Dylan had fallen on his foot with his full weight on it and yelped out in pain. Dylan had sprained his ankle and could not move his foot at all. Looking up he saw the last person hed expect to see, it was Jake. He was holding onto Kierans arms pushing him away from Dylan.

The other two followed Kieran with no hesitation. It was just Jake and Dylan, alone. Dylan was in such a state of shock he didnt realise that he was bleeding from the bully on his right arm. He must have pushed his arm against the wall so hard, he had been cut. It wasnt until Jake had pointed to the stream of blood on his arm, when getting closer to him, that Dylan had noticed.

Jake reached out a hand to help Dylan get up, but he shuffled away slightly in embarrassment making sure not to move his foot. Had he seen me like that? What does he think of me now? Dylan had thought to himself.