Broken Like Me

[ Part One ]

Travis' POV

"I already finished my test."

I listened to the blue hair boy speak, turning around. I was shocked to find that he really had finished his whole test, in only 10 minutes! How the in gods name did he do that? He had to be hiding something. Some sort of superpower, maybe? A devils trick? Who knows. All I know is, he's hiding something behind the mask. There's a secret behind his eyes...his eyes...why can't I stop looking at his eyes? One looks kind of...off. But the other, wow. It's just so...blue. I've never seen anything like it. It's almost like-

"Travis!" My thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Packerton. "Keep your eyes on your own paper!" I groaned but listened, turning back around. I felt like I could stare into that boys eyes forever (but like, not in a gay way), but my dad would never let me hear the end of it if a teacher called home. That would mean another black eye for me. Whatever. He's a freak anyway.

By the time the bell rang, I wasn't even close to finishing my test. No matter how hard I attempted to, I just couldn't focus. I tried to ask Mrs. Packerton for more time, but she refused and collected it anyway. Guess I'll just fail.

When I walked out of the classroom, I was pissed off for obvious reasons, willing to take out my rage on the first loser who had the audacity to be within my eyeline. And oh! Perfect! The freak.

"Hey freak!" The blue haired boy turned, but no answer. "Nobody likes a goody two shoes, Saaaally Face."

"Nobody like a cliche bully, Traaaavis." That really made my blood boil. The brunet girl next to him spoke up too, making it worse.

"Don't you have something better to do?"

"Shut up bitch! I wasn't talking to you." That came out a lot harsher than I expected it to be. But I wasn't gonna let them know that.

"You know, if you took that stick out of your ass, you may actually enjoy yourself for once. Maybe even make a friend or two." Ouch. I wasn't expecting him to actually fight back like this. The comment about friends made the corners of my eyes sting, and tears threatened to leak out.

"Fuck off faggot! I have more friends then you'll ever have!" That'll show him. Right?

"You kiss your daddy with that tongue? I'm sure he-" My fist collided with the side of Sally's mask. No one talks about my dad like that. Ever. I saw blood dripping from the bottom of the plastic. Shit, did I really hit him that hard? I ran into the bathroom before I could find out.

Sal's POV

Miss Packerton's shrill voice woke up up from my deep sleep. I informed her that I had already finished my test, not really listening to her response. These nightmares were exhausting me. I looked around the room boredly, meeting the eyes of a tan skinned blonde boy. It was Travis, and he was staring right at me. Like, into my eyes. With full view of his face, I could see the blueish purple outline of a bruise under his eye. Looked pretty painful. I wonder how that happened. Probably picked a fight with someone he shouldn't have. Still, I felt like he was looking right through me. Thankfully, the teacher called him out on in and he turned around. But it still left a weird feeling in my chest.

After class, I walked outside to meet Ash in the hallway. I was excited to see her, but before I could even get a word out to her I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey freak!"

I turned around, not surprised and not amused at Travis' little remark. I mean, 'freak' was so overused. He could do better.

"Nobody likes a goody two shoes, Saaaally Face." I hated when he called me that. Only my friends were allowed to.

"Nobody like a cliche bully, Traaaavis." That made Ashley laughed, and she let out a response as well.

"Don't you have something better to do?" She was such a badass sometimes.

"Shut up bitch! I wasn't talking to you." No fucking way he talks to my friends like that and gets away with it.

"You know, if you took that stick out of your ass, you may actually enjoy yourself for once. Maybe even make a friend or two." I could see his face fall a bit, but I didn't care. I mean, it was true. And I wasn't going to let him be mean  to Ash and not get anything back.

"Fuck off faggot! I have more friends then you'll ever have!" Something in the way his voice cracked told me that he didn't.

"You kiss your daddy with that tongue? I'm sure he-" I didn't get to finish. Travis' fist slammed into the cheek area of my mask, sending me stumbling backwards. I felt a searing pain across my face, reaching my hand to my chin. When I checked for damage I saw my hand was red. Great. When I looked up again, Travis was gone.