Jack Johnson's POV:
It's last period again, gym for me. I get to the locker room late thanks to a teacher holding me after class to talk about my grades.
I go to my gym locker to change so I don't get a bad grade for not dressing out.
"Hey Jack." I hear someone say from behind me.
It's Colton, I roll my eyes and continue changing. "What do you want, I haven't bothered Jack so go away." I say putting on my shirt.
"Actually I saw you two in the hallway yesterday, and if I recall, I said leave him alone." He says stepping closer to me.
"Well you're wrong because I was walking away from him and he followed me so leave me alone." I say walking past him.
I guess that makes him mad because he pushes me back, not letting me leave.
"I don't wanna have to hurt you Jack." he says taking a fistful of my shirt pulling me into him.
"Then d-don't.." I say shaking, a little scared now.
"I thought we had a deal, but you didn't listen so I don't have a choice." He says punching me in the stomach.
I flinch at the pain and bend down groaning from the hit. He really hit me, I cant fight back he's stronger than me.
It'll make things worse. "Why are you doing this." I say feeling tears in my eyes.
"I already told you, I don't like you. Neither does Jack but you just couldn't stay away because you're a fag."
He says pushing me down, I hit my head on a locker. I hold my head from the pain and the tears start running down my face.
"Oh look whose crying you're such a wimp." He laughs, kicking me in the stomach.
I grab his leg pulling on it, hoping it'll knock him down. It only makes him more mad.
He pulls me up slightly by my shirt collar, enough so that he could punch me in the face.
He punches me about 3 times, my vision starts to blur. After he finishes with the punches, he slams me back down making my head hit the lockers again.
I'm not completely sure but I think he left. I continue crying, feeling my nose noticing I'm bleeding.
I think to myself, they're gonna find me in here after gym class. Like this, bleeding, crying, weak. I hold my head still feeling the pain from the lockers.
"J-Jack." I say my voice cracking. My voice is weak. Even I can't hear it, "Someone h-help me-" I say giving up no one is gonna find me here for almost another hour.
After what I think is 30 minutes I decide to pick myself up and go home to care for the bruises. I can't let people find me like this.
