Heathers (bxb)

Mr. No Name Kid

September 1st 1989
Dear Diary,
I think I am a good person, no, I am a good person. There must be good in everyone.
But here we are, first day of senoir year. And I look around at kids   and think, what happened?...

"Fuck off Pervert!"

"You ugly n***ga!"

"Suck your uncle f****t!"

It was the usual. Words they beleievd would affect me, but no, I was used to it.

The derogatory terms Kurt, Ram and Chad bellowed as if they were magical spells that would cast me away were always ignored.

I still couldn't understand why they carried on, Kurt would shove me in the locker whilst Ram raided my wallet and Chad threw about useless terms.

It was like I was nothing...

******

(In school)

"Victor, hey!"

That was my best friend, Marty Dunstock, my only friend.

He ruffled my curly hair and leaned by the locker next to me.

"We on for movie night?" He asked, grinning widely.

"Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail."

"I rented 'The breakfast club'!"

"Haven't you watched that like, 100 times."

"Well, what can I say. I'm a sucker for a happy ending."  He said, wistfull, closing his locker as he made his way to form.

I stood there, shaking my head, and then closed my locker too, only to be faced with the three most popular girls in
school.

One of the teachers were scolding them for being late and without thinking properly, I ran up to them.

"Wait, Miss, wait! They were with me, we were... Picking up litter." I said, coming up with that excuse on the spot.

"Hmmm, Vincent is it?"  Miss whatever asked.

"Umm, actually it's vic-"

"Okay, I believe you. Anyway girls, onto lessons now, and you too Vincent."

I internally groaned,  swiftly pivoted and began strolling to my first class.

Befor I could get anywhere, a swift jerk pulled me backwards and I nearly fell onto my ass, I quickly look behind me to see Heather McNamera, Heather Duke and Heather Chandler, looming over me like skyscrapers.

I backed away slightly, pressed up against the locker. "WHO ARE YOU!?" Heather C screams, an accusing finger pointed at me.

"Victor, Victor Sawyer," I finally got out, still intimidated by these pretty women.

"Well, thank you, that was a close call Victor," she almost purred, the two girls behind her also looking lustful.

"Victor." Heather D exclaimed, her whole face lit up, "why don't you come to a Party tonight, at Chads House. It'll be big  fun, trust me."

Heather M nodded in encouragement, while a small, sweet smile played on Heather C's rosy lips.

"ummm... Okay!" I said, almost instantly regretting my sudden enthusiasm.

"oh, and don't forget to sit by our table today, you are always welcome." Heather C touched my chest lightly, eyes fluttered over me, and then strutted away, the two sheep following close behind.

What the hell just happend?  I thought, as I swung my bag over my head and made my way to my lesson.

Today kept getting weirder and weirder...

*****

*Beep, beep, beep*

The bell went off and signalled lunch time. Normally I would sit with Marty but today was my chance to move up the social ladder, so I had to take it.

As I made my way through the large group of people, grabbing luch on the way, located in the centre were the Heather's, with their friends. Chad, Kurt and Ram were taunting this kid, but at least it wasn't me.

As I sat down, various people glanced at me, but once Heather D put an arm around my shoulder, they all smiled, then began conversation.

People whispered, looked in our direction, eyeing me with disgust or admiration. Marty, on the other hand, didn't take a peak, his face was low and moody, and it was all because of me.

Out of nowhere, a large tray flew across the air, landed right in front of my feet, causing everyone to gasp.

As the crowds turned to the direction of the throw, Kurt and Ram were fighting  with Mr. No name kid, and wow, was he strong.

Fists were thrown in all directions, effortless by both parties. I was suprised the mystery guy was putting up such a good fight, but before I knew it, Kurt and Ram's hands were up in surrender, fear prominent in their eyes.

"Is that a gun?" One boy said, face in both awe and shock, like most of the crowd.

I could see it gleaming from the boys hands, fingers firmly on the trigger as he had a wide, satanic smile on his face, eyes that danced.

The boys brown hair was stuck to his head, and he wore a black trench coat that only added to his emo look. Hot

"P-p-please, don't sh-shoot." Ram pleaded, face wet from streats of warm tears that fell from his full eyes.
This only further provoked the teen, as he moved even closer, alternating his target between the two boys, smirking horrendously.

"I am not a fag," the trench wearing boy hissed, "but if I was, you too would be the last on my 'to do' list. I have other people in mind who I would like to fuck!"

With that statement,  he looked around and what I didn't expect was his eyes to fall upon me, instantly softening as he removed the gun from Kurt and Raom's face and placing it inside his coat. I had broken the eye contact, looking down at my feet in embarrassment, and when I went to look back up, he was gone and so were Kurt and Ram.

The cafeteria soon went back to normal, Heather D moved even closed to me, her thigh up against me, and soon her hand founds its way to my inner leg, as she drew it closer to my manhood I stood up abruptly.

"What Victor?!" Heather D screeched, as she looked at me with mild anger.

"N-nothing, I just got to get something from my locker."

Before I heard a reply, I scrambled out of the cafeteria  and went to the nearest boy toilet.

As I opened the door, a pained hissed came from one of the stalls. Walking out of it was the same boy who had got a gun out in school, a wet tissue held to the bust on his lips from the infamous Kurt and Ram.

I had instantly turned to scramble out the door but then the boys footsteps were clear from behind me. I looked over my shoulder, and then fully towards him, my curiosity growing.

Without thinking properly I blurted out "What'syourname?" and I went red with embarrassment, luckily my chocolate skin covered the heated look I was getting.

His eyes met mine, and again they  went soft, kinder.
The suspense was thick and eerie in the toilet, and he gave me one more look, and then said," You have to earn it". The cocky grin that found its way to his face sent my stomach into swirls and he pushed his way through the door, just in time for the bell to ring, taking me back to reality.
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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I have never written fanfiction or any stories.  I know it's shit