Fear (boyxboy)

Prologue

Oliver.

My heart raced as I ran around another corner, wishing my hair wasn't so long. It kept getting caught in my eyelashes so that I couldn't see anything. I panted and looked around wildly, hearing footsteps behind me.

The more I ran, the slower I got. It seemed the world was against me yet again.

I spotted the large high school in front of me and pushed myself to go faster. Unfortunately for me, I was well out of shape and could hardly stand on my two feet. I daringly took a moment to stop and crouch a bit, resting my elbows on my knees as I gasped for air.

It seemed I couldn't stand up, however, and ended up face first on the concrete as I felt a sharp blow to my ribs. Tears ran down my face. I never was able to handle pain very well. The same names I've been called for the past three years stung me like a wasp.

The sound of cruel laughter rang through the brisk September air. I concentrated on my breathing, as it was choppy and burned my throat.

I coughed a bit and stood up, brushing myself off.

It was silly for me to think this school year was going to be different from the others.

I walked slowly, kicking a rock in front of me. I stuffed my hands in my pockets after adjusting the hood of my hoodie.

I walked up to the door before taking a deep breath and pushing it in.

Excited chatter filled my ears and I trudged to the auditorium and took my seat up front. I watched as it slowly filled up, friends talking among themselves and giving me strange looks as they walked past.

I bit my lip and sank into the uncomfortable wooden seat, waiting for the principal to come out and give the same speech he gave every year.

A teacher who looked very unfamiliar saw me and yelled for me to put down my hood. Damn these rules.

My blonde hair flew everywhere, and I desperately patted it down. I ran my fingers through it before stopping and slowly putting my arm down. In front of me stood the most amazing creature in Baltimore. It was only THE Aaron Brookes.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" He asked me. I was way too busy admiring his flaming red hair to notice my mumbling.

"Uhh.. Umm... I.. Uhh.. No. Of course it isn't," I replied quickly. He smiled the tiniest bit and sat down next to me, quite obviously uncomfortable. I sighed, noticing this,. and picked up my bag. I moved down a few rows and sat next to a nice girl named Michaela.

She smiled sweetly. "Hi Oliver! It's really nice to see you again!"

I smiled and nodded, letting her go on about how cold it was this morning.

'Oh really? You were cold? I'm sorry I didn't notice while you drove past me in your car, watching me flee for my life from huge jocks, one of which is your boyfriend. Bitch, please.'

Right on cue, the principal came onto the stage to end my current suffering and start a whole new one.

I groaned as he droned on about meeting new teachers and studying and the importance of homework....

Until I heard my name. I was so zoned out I didn't realize what was happening. Every student's gaze was aimed at me, so I looked down at the stage to find eight teenagers that I'd never seen before.

Then it clicked. The Welcoming Committee! I hopped out of my seat and down the ramp to the kid I was assigned. Mr. Malloy pointed to a tall kid with black hair and a lot of piercings and tattoos. In all honesty, he scared the living shit out of me.

I swallowed nervously and stood next to him.

I held out my hand, "Hi, I'm Oliver."

"I know."

"Umm, okay then."

I stood there awkwardly. "I'm Josh," he said after a while.

I nodded slightly, silently begging for the principal to finish talking so I can hurry up and show him to class.

And soon enough, he did. The bell rang and I directed Josh to the hall.

He stopped suddenly though. "Can you... Umm... Maybe show me where the bathroom is?"

"Yeah it's right down here," I replied, showing him the blue doors. I stepped in with him and stood at the sinks looking at my reflection.

I grimaced as I saw how pale I was. I inspected the damage of this morning's beatings and sighed loudly. I had a large scrape on one side of my face, and on the other was a purpling bruise.

I reached into my bookbag and pulled out my concealer. Yes, a boy can wear makeup.

I put some onto my fingers and patted it gently over the marks. It didn't do much, but now it wasn't quite as noticeable.

"Isn't that a little girly?" I heard a voice say behind me.

I gasped and dropped the magic liquid. I blushed hard when I saw it was Aaron.

"I.. Uhh..." I started before another voice cut me off.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Mr. Perfect? I'm wearing makeup, is that girly too? And I'm almost positive I see some on you. Think before you judge."

I blushed even harder at the fact that the new kid stuck up for me.

'Its because he doesn't know me yet...'

Aaron snorted and pushed Josh aside. Josh came up next to me and proceeded to wash his hands.

I saw the dark eyeliner coating his eyes in a sexy, smoky way.

Wait. Woah. Wo-oh-ah.

NOT sexy.

But I can admit he is remotely attractive. What can I say? I like bad boys! I mean, who doesn't?!

"Uhh.. Come on," I mumbled and pushed the bathroom door back open.

I started to hum along to a song that's been playing in my head all morning.

'Will he love you like I loved you,

Will he tell you every day?

Will he make you feel like you're invincible with every word he'll say?

Can you promise if this one's right, don't throw it all away?'

"Can you do all these things,

Will you all these things, like I used to..." I heard from behind me.

Once again my face was on fire.

This year was going to be interesting.

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Hai guys. :3 I know it's short, but its just a prologue.

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