Trainwreck |✔️

CHAPTER 8

Edited: 07/02/2020

Dec's POV

My back slid across the floor as I was tossed by the worst half of the football team. A crowd of laughing students gathered around the scene in excitement while the taller boy's grabbed my rucksack and emptied out my books onto the ground as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

I felt tears prickle my eyes as I stood up once again, one of them picked up my red history book and barely had to stretch to leave it on the top of the row of lockers. I ran over to stop them and they laughed as I jumped up to try and reach it. Even as I jumped it was still way beyond my reach.

"Come on! I need that book for History next! Please!"

"Well then you better get it down then fag." One Guy spat cruelly.

The bell rang out as I looked at the 4 idiots angrily. They shoved passed me and made their way to class, still laughing to themselves. I knelt down on the floor to gather up my stuff and waited till everyone else had left before trying a few last times to reach my book with my homework in it.

With a defeated sigh, I wiped away the tears, my self confidence completely shattered for the day, and ran to the lesson knowing I was already late.

"What time do you call this Mr Donnelly?

"Sorry I'm late Sir" I mumbled, putting my head down and walking towards the back of the class where Anthony was slouched, a red cap pulled down over his eyes. Too busy looking at the dark haired boy at my destination I didn't notice the foot that was pushed out to trip me up until it was too late and I was stumbling, almost falling flat on my face but luckily catching myself on a nearby table. I hurried into my seat, once again trying to fight back the tears as the whole class laughed at my humiliation.

Ant's only acknowledgement of my presence was a small side glance under his cap. This didn't strike me as strange, he wasn't a particularly sociable person and in fact I don't think I'd never seen him greet anyone before.

The lesson went on as usual, I was writing my answers of a piece of scrap paper id pulled out of one of my other books, luckily Mr Scofield hadn't noticed yet. I chewed on my pen nervously and drummed my fingers on the desk, immersing myself into the work instead of worrying about anyone else, the problem was I was terrible at History and had missed half this course already because of my late arrival.

"Can you stop that?"

"What?"

"Tapping. It's annoying."

"Sorry... I do that when I'm nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" Ant asked, the previous malice void from his voice.

"I can't do this question! I know nothing about the night of the long knives... like why does it matter how long their knives were?"

That made Ant laugh quietly and I decide I loved the sound, it was deep but joyful and infectious, I found myself chuckling along, forgetting all my insecurities. "It wasn't because they had long knives in fact there were no knives involved, it's a metaphor..." Ant explained everything and I listened in amazement, he was like a fountain of knowledge! Especially for someone who either didn't  show up or slept through the lessons.

"Sorry I got a bit carried away, I didn't mean to bore you."

"No! You know so much! It's actually interesting when you explain it." A smile slid onto the taller boy's lips, almost reaching his eyes. It was the closest I'd gotten so far to a fully genuine smile and a warm sense of pride swept through me. That was until a yell broke the moment and I was dragged into the real world