An Uncanny Love

My name's Ryan, douchebag!

Chapter 1 | Ryan

I slammed against the tiled bathroom wall with a hard thud, and felt that metallic taste of blood as I slid to the ground. I tried to get back on my feet when I was kicked once more by him.

"What? Can't get up faggot?" Santiago said as he clenched his fists even tighter.

My nose was bleeding and dripping onto my favourite white T-shirt. Just great.

I looked up to him through my eyelashes in a defeated and helpless look and for some reason that pissed him off even more.

Santiago pulled me up against the wall from the collar of my shirt and death stared me right into my eyes. "Get out. Before I end you cocksucker." He dropped my shirt and I huffed a breath.

"My name's Ryan, douchebag!" I yelled as I ran out of the bathroom. I made my way to my locker when Jaycie caught up to me.

"Shit Ry, muscle-for-brain got you again?" That was Jaycie's nickname for Santiago. I liked it. Had a nice ring to it. She scanned my face and pushed my hair back. I had a couple bruises, but it wasn't so bad. I've gotten it worse. I saw her face scrunch up in pity and I'm guessing anger.

"Bingo." I said taking a tissue from my locker and wiping off the rest of the blood from my face.

"I didn't even do shit this time, I was just washing my hands when he slammed me against the wall to beat me half to death. I barely finished drying my hands." I sighed. I finished getting all that nasty blood off my face, but my shirt was still ruined. Thank god I brought a hoodie in my locker.

"Y'know, Monica always told me if guys pick on you, that means they like you." She said. Monica was Jaycie's stepmom, but she was basically her mother.

"Yeah well, when you like someone you don't necessarily beat the shit out of 'em." Jaycie laughed at that. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and we began walking to english while cracking jokes.

Santiago has been bullying me since freshman year. He was friends with all the sophomores and probably thought he was tough shit picking on a 9th grader even though he was one himself. It got worse each year. Fast forward to senior year and surprise! It's still the fucking same.

Till this day I have no idea what I did to make him hate me so much.

We used to actually be friends around middle school. Best friends. We did so much together, rode our bikes, played video games, even watched porn. That last part only happened once because I found that I was really not into straight porn.

But ever since summer before high school, when I came out to him, all hell broke loose.
He ditched me for a bunch of dim witted football jock friends that survive off beer and sex.

I would usually get a beating from him and his dickwad friends every two week or so. Yeah, I know that sounds pathetic but I couldn't really do much about it. I'm about 5'8 and kind of skinny.

That's never really bothered me honestly, but now that it's a disadvantage of me fighting back, I hate it. The rest of me I can bare with however. I have darkish brown hair and hazel eyes. Jaycie always tells me I'm the prettiest boy she's ever seen, and not to be narcissistic but I see it.

Jaycie always boosts my confidence when it's low, she's basically my hype girl.

I've known her since freshman year. My first encounter with her is when I saw her break Tommy Willson's wrist when he slapped her ass. She was the type of crazy bitch that would steal a police car or something, but that's also why I love her.

She has pitch black curly hair that went to her shoulders and a couple ear and nose piercings and a belly button ring. Her skin was pale but always crystal clear. Her eyes were so dark you'd think you were looking at the night sky staring into them. It would be an understatement to call her beautiful, inside and out. Shit, if I wasn't gay I'd be all over her.