Not As Different As They Thought

Chapter 6

Riley's POV

Right now it's in between periods, and I'm really thinking of skipping my next class. Science. I really don't feel like doing anything today.

"Hey mute!"

What?

I turned around and immediately regretted not walking away.

The same group of boys that helped do the "prank" walked up to me. Rick, Allan, Will, and Branden. Popular boy wannabes. After the stunt they pulled though, they're never gonna be popular. Some people thought it was funny, but most were with me and said it was awful and they should have been more than suspended. Which kinda leads to a different topic. Everyone is either scared of me or they don't like me. Yet most of them were "helping" me freshman year. Funny how that works.

They surrounded me, with my back against some random lockers. I walked into them, while trying to keep my distance from the idiots in front of me.

"How's being besties with the deaf kid?" Branden said while smirking.

He knows I'm not gonna reply. Allan knows asl because he used to be friends with Beck so he learned it to talk to him. But then Beck realized how manipulative Allan is, and he got rid of him. I only know all that because Beck used to be in a lot of my classes.. and gossip spreads like wildfire here. But then again, doesn't it anywhere?

Will laughed, "He ain't gonna answer. He's just a wimpy little tranny."

I scoffed. I may not be the best looking in the school but I'm definitely way better looking than these dudes. And I don't know where they got tranny, but oh well.

His face straightened out, he glared at me, "What's that supposed to mean?"

'Nothing.'

"What the hell did he say?" Will practically shouted back at Allan.

I smirked slightly, 'Fuck off.'

"That's it." Allan said, seeing what I signed.

He looked pissed. He practically ran up to me, grabbed the front of my shirt and slammed me into the lockers. 

"Listen here you wimp! We could easily do way worse than what we did to you before. And there would be no one to save you this time. So watch your fucking mouth."

I smirked, like actually smirked this time, 'I didn't say anything.'

"Allan, what the hell is going on?" Will asked louder, and sounded more aggravated.

"He's being a smart ass and told us to fuck off."

They were all silent and glaring at me until Rick suddenly smirked. "Let's take him for a ride. To remind him of the good old days."

No! No! God, please no!

I struggled to get out of Allan's grip on my shirt, but nothing worked. They may be butt ugly but they're strong. Especially Allan. 

Shit.

"Allan, take him behind the school. We'll get the truck."

As he started dragging me to the school's back doors, I struggled even more to get free. I kicked, I dragged my feet, I tried to punch him but I was in an awkward position to do that, and I tried to do a move to break his arm but he grabbed my wrists in one of his hands to make me stop.

How the hell has no one seen us yet? Screw this fucking school! They never do anything to help me. The last incident happened sort of like this too. Except I wasn't being dragged.

Finally he was able to get me out the back doors and the truck was there. Allen pushed me to the ground suddenly and before I could move to get up I was being pinned to the floor. My legs got tied together and I was thrown into the car. Will drove, Branden had shotgun, and Allen and Rick were in the back on either side of me holding my wrists so I couldn't hit anyone or untie myself. Obviously I can't scream so they didn't bother doing anything with my mouth. I stopped struggling, knowing there was no point. And I just sat there. Looking out the window as we drove.

Maybe a half hour of driving later, we came to a random field or farm. I don't know or care which. The truck stopped, and soon after I was literally thrown out of the car and only one boy got out after me. Branden. Joy.

I started untying my legs quickly, and by the time he got to me I was done and I stood up. 

"Let this be a warning and reminder. Next time, we don't have to let you go."

'Well yes you do. Otherwise you'd go to jail after I escaped.'

Allan yelled the translation from behind Branden.

"Who says you'd escape? Have fun getting home." 

And with that he punched me square in the face, making me fall over, and he kicked my stomach just as I hit the ground. With that, they left before I was able to run and jump in the bed of the truck.

Oh getting home will be fun alright.

***

By the time I got home I had 10 missed calls from Beck and like 20 texts too. We call each other just to leave the notification. We usually only do that when it's an emergency or if we really need to talk to the other person.

B- Hey, where are you?
B- Are you sick?
B- You're starting to worry me dude
B- Why are there guys bragging about beating and ditching a kid?
B- Riley?
B- Please tell me you're okay
B- I asked Allan, my one friend that was an ass, about it. He said him and his friends beat up a "tranny"
B- Riley please answer me
B- Riley
B- Your sister doesn't know where you are
B- Please answer Riley
B- I need to know if you're okay

And those texts continue. They were all somewhere between 10 minutes and an hour apart. I finally answered after I ate dinner and showered. I kinda feel bad for not replying sooner, and making him wait even after I saw the texts. But I've had a rough day. 

R- Hey. I'm okay.

B- What happened? I was worried sick! No one would tell me anything besides little details. 

R- I think it's time I tell you how I became mute.

B- I can be over in 10 minutes or we can ditch tomorrow and talk.

R- You'd skip a class for me?

B- I'll skip the whole day if you want me to.

R- Thanks Beck. Can you pick me up tomorrow morning before school? We can drive around or go to a park or whatever.

B- Yeah, okay. See you then. Gn :)

R- Gn. And Beck?

B- Yeah?

R- Thank you.. really

B- It's no problem. You're my friend. :)

R- :)