Secrets and Feelings. (boyxboy) CONTINUING

Chapter 1: Locker incident

Hey, this my first time ever writing a story and publishing it. Ive always wanted to write stories since i imagine so many scenarios in my head. So now i'm making that happen. This chapter may be long but read and enjoy! :)
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ALEX POV:
You can hear my shoes loudly making sound as i ran towards my locker. I hid in the lockers of the schools hallway. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump out my heart and breakthrough the lockers. The palm of my hand was over my mouth trying to block the sounds of the heavy breathing escaping my mouth. About 3 minutes passed by before i heard multiple footsteps coming closer.
"Where did he go?!" One the guys said loudly. I peek through the holes of the locker to see at least 4 guys looking around the hallways, searching for me. "Just give up, he probably ran home crying like a fucking pussy." The shortest of the group member said. They all looked at eachother for a second before nodding their heads—almost in sync— and left. I waiting till i heard the school door close and heard no more foot steps. There, i let out a big sigh. Almost half the time i had to hold my breathe, something i suck at doing. I felt like i was going to pass out but they finally left. I closed my eyes before realizing i had to head home before all teachers leave and lock the schools.
        I rubbed my eyes and the moment i was about to open the locker to finally have freedom from being trapped in such a small place; i heard the a door open and heard footsteps. My eyes widen and my hands trembled, grasping the end of my sleeve. I looked through the holes of the locker and saw no one till he appeared. A tall guy, had to be about 5'11 or 6ft, walked closer to the locker i was in. At this point, i really thought i was going to faint. He stopped walking and stood right in front of me, well in front of the locker. His hand was reaching forward. "This is it, i'm really going to fucking die now." I thought as i shut my eyes closed.
        I'm not sure what happened but i think god heard my prayers. Right when he was about to open the locker door, his phone buzzed multiple times. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He looked down and started typing quickly. I put the palm of my hand over my mouth again to block the sound of me breathing. I stared at him. His hair moved swiftly with the movement of his head going down. The color of his hair was a perfect brownish/blacking color, mixed with some good highlights. He had on a black shirt with a grey sweater over it and a silver necklace—not sure what it was since it was blocked by his shirt. He has a scent that was the mixture of light sweat and cologne, as if he just came back from some practice, which he probably did.
       I couldn't keep my eyes off of him until i realized he popped his head up and looked at the locker. I almost jumped from the realization of it but resisted myself. Now was the time to panic, but he moved over to the locker right next to me, reading the number '72' out loud before entering the combination code of his lock and pulling out some shoes and a small bag, not sure exactly what's in it.
         He closed his locker before running his hand through his hair and sighing. I looked at him through the holes and realized who i was staring at. It was Tyler, Tyler Jumex, the most well known guy in school. All people adored him in different ways. The girls all wanted to date him, to be able to claim him theirs. All guys wanted to be him, 'jealous' was written across their faces. He was considered the most handsomest guy in this whole school. He was also known to beat up so many people, he can probably murder someone and get away with it. I'm not sure if he was rude or not but i knew he always had this 'tough' look on his face. A look that whispered 'piss me off and this is the last day you'll see the sunlight.' I, Alex Sang Martinez, was basically right in front of him, almost dying from holding my breathe. I watched him walk away as i heard the sound of the door closing. Now, I can actually get out the locker and take a deep breathe of fresh air.
      I opened the locker door and fell onto the ground trying to catch my breathe while having my hand over my heart. My breathe finally sounded normal and i leaned against the locker while looking up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and ran my hand through my hair gently.
      "How...did my day end like this?" That's all the words that left my lips before getting up and grabbing my bag then headed home.
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       I unlocked the door to my house with the key that was in my bag and walked right in. I looked around the house before yelling out for my mom. "Amma?! Estas en la casa?!" I got no answer. I was home alone once again, 2nd time in a row. I headed upstairs to my room and tossed my bag onto my bed. I grabbed some clean clothes and a towel and headed right into the shower. I took a long one since it'd help me calm down a-bit from all the stress that i was dealing with. I finished up and changed into the fresh clothes and dried my hair while looking in the mirror. I don't usually like looking in the mirror, i see all the things people make fun of me for. My skin was a bit darker than other at my school, as i had the skin of my mother , who was Mexican. People told me to go back to the country i was from. I had the eyes of my father, who was Korean. People would squint there eyes and laugh at me for it. I had the facial structure of a girl and a small frame like a girl , which people would call me a fag for. I was about 5'4-5'6, so i'm shorter than most guys at my school. My hair was long enough to cover my eyes, i grew it out so people wouldn't know how my eyes looked. No one knew me, only some people knew me as the target to kick around when they're bored or pissed off. I was basically a punching bag to them. I could see a bruise forming along my jawline. I lifted up my shirt to see bruises on my hip bones and ribs, cuts and scratches too. The group of people i was running from earlier were the ones who caused this. Ive been dealing with them since The beginning of senior year. Each year is a new group of people who would target me.
      I was homeschooled till 8th grade year. When freshman year came, i went to an actual public school. The first day i was so excited to be able to make friends, to be able to join clubs, to be able to express myself. That was just all a dream for me. None of that ever happened. It was the exact opposite. Everyday was a horror movie for me. Everyday was either the same or something new. Physically being tortured or mentally. 'Why don't you tell your parents or the school principle about this?' is what some people may say. You see, the one time i actually had the confidence to tell the principle about what was happening, she ended up confronting them and just having them get detention for a week. After their time in detention was over, they did more harm then they ever done to me. Stabbing sharpen pencils into my skin, almost half an inch in. Banging my head into the lockers, hard enough to cause the dent i have on my locker door right now. Cutting open my skin deep down to the fat with pocket knives they held around. Choking me, trying to break my ankle as well, and holding me against the edge of a four story building. It may not seem like a lot but it still haunts me till this day.The thing about telling my parents,well...my dad isn't ever home, as he works all the way in Korea at the moment. There would be no point in telling him and interfering with his work. With my mom... i hate seeing her cry. I hate to see her worry about me. I want to make her happy and proud. Thats all i ever want. Never will i ever tell her about what's going on. I want her to watch me go into a great university and see that big smile of hers. She's a lovely lady that should never worry about things.
      I sighed as i tried not to let too many thoughts get to me. I lay down on my bed and pull out my phone. I check the time to see that my friends are probably asleep right now since they live in a different time zone then me. I put my phone to charge and pull a blanket over me, hugging a pillow tightly. 'I can make it through tomorrow, it's only Friday.' Is what i told myself before falling asleep to have a dream of my life changing and finding someone who makes me happy, who will be able to love me for me.
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sorry for a reallyyyyyy long chapter. Honestly for me, i prefer long chapters instead of short. Only because it sucks to be left with a short chapter then having to wait for an update lol. Anywaysss, i'll probably write chapter 2 right now since i don't have much to do :/// . Hope you enjoyed this! Trust me, next chapter will be happier lol.