Thomas stood with his back against the wall, panting. He felt like he'd just run a mile, running from cheetahs. In reality, however, he'd run less than ten steps, running from them. He wasn't even panting because he was tired, he was panting because his heart was beating rapidly with fear. Well, it wasn't fear as such, but apprehension, perhaps. He refused to be humiliated the same way for the fifth time that same week, especially considering the fact that it was only Wednesday.
He peered round the corner to see if they were still chasing him, being met with the glowing green eyes of The Freckled One. SHIT! He thought, an evil grin growing on the other one's face. He knitted his eyebrows, his face reading "please don't", although it was obviously going to happen. The shorter chuckled and turned his head, cupping his hands either side of his mouth to create an amplifier.
"I FOUND HIM!" he called before looking back at Thomas who's bottom lip trembled. He couldn't even run because either way he'd still be caught so he let it be.
Within seconds, The Brown-Eyed One and The Foreign One were tugging Thomas away from the wall, pushing him towards The Abyss, which, in reality, was a six foot, forty-five centimetre wide locker, seemingly designed specifically for nerds, dorks, geeks and anything in between. Thomas was definitely a part of that percentage. He tried to resist, immediately submitting when The Brown-Eyed One glared at him to quit it. They eventually reached The Abyss, The Giant One holding the locker door open while they pushed him in front of it. Finally, his 'favourite' appeared. The one who was responsible for the most fun part of the deed: pushing him inside.
The Littlest One.
As his name suggested, he was the smallest of the group, but, heck, was he despicable. Standing at just five feet and three inches, one would think him easy to push around. But they were proved otherwise when he'd punch them in the jaw or spit venom at them. He had muscle, enough of it to pin someone twice his height against the wall and strangle them with his bare hands. Everyone knew him, some feared him too, Thomas being one of them. He emerged out of nowhere, an evil smirk growing on his face when he set eyes on his victim.
"Jefferson," he began, tilting his head and crossing his arms, "fancy seeing you here... AGAIN." he sneered, the other four laughing along. Thomas looked down at his feet and felt The Littlest One step closer to him, his skin crawling. The shorter lifted Thomas' chin almost affectionately, Thomas averting his glance so not to look him directly in the face. He tutted.
"Hey. It'll only take a second."
Thomas shook his head ever so slightly, the boy letting go of his chin.
"Something you want to say, dumbass?" He hissed, Thomas simply shaking his head. The former smiled, clicking his fingers to get the other boys into position lest Thomas tried to get away, which he often did. He winked at him once then reached out.
"Bye bitch." He snapped, shoving Thomas into the locker then slamming the door shut. Thomas heard their hushed chuckles as someone - most probably The Brown-Eyed One locked the door. Their voices soon began to fade and Thomas knew they were gone.
He sighed to himself. This was his life. And let's face it, he thought, it could've been worse.
At least he wasn't claustrophobic.
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I Think I Like Him | JeffMads (DISCONTINUED)
Fanfiction"Wait, you mean Jefferson? Locker nerd?" "Yeah." "Well, what about him?" "I... I think I like him." × × × × × Not sure if they'll be any triggering content in here, unless bullying counts? Idk. But I'll let y'all know if there is. Uh, yeah. Idk. Ju...
