Love Hurts (boyXboy)

Chapter 1

Present day; Grade 11.

         POV: Jake

                I sigh out of boredom, eyeing the clock anxiously. When will this shit end? I just want to leave this mentally exhausting class already. All my history teacher blabs on about is how his narrow minded opinion is correct; that racism was an essential part of society, and that we needed it. Oh brother, give me a fucking break. I cannot believe bigots like him still exist in 2020.
             Finally, the bell rings above the class door and I'm the first one up and out of the room. I rush into the hallway and immediately trip over something. I land on my hands and knees with an oof. A frustrated grunt leaves my throat as i look up into the familiar green eyes.  Alexander. He never misses a beat with me.
            For the last five and a half years, it's been the same pushing me to the ground, tripping me, shoving me into lockers and walls, spitting obscenities and dirty words at me, harassing, bullying, you name it. He never forgets about me. It's like he lives just to make me feel like a piece of shit. I clench my fists and immediately get up. I sprint away from him, trying to get to the safety of my next class. I hear his thumping not far behind as he runs after me.
"Please, just give me a break today Alexander!" I yell at him as i pant, wanting to give up and just let him fuck me over.
I hear a menacing laugh before he replies in an equally menacing tone. "You'd like that wouldn't you? To be treated like an actual person?"
          My heart skips a beat at his words. What does he think i am? Just some toy he can mess around with when he's bored? A toy mouse he can claw at when he wants a distraction? My panting grows heavy as i run into the boys bathroom, i rush into a stall and lock the door behind me. The door shakes violently as he pounds against it with his fists.
"Let me in, baby boy." Baby boy. He started calling me that a few weeks into sixth grade, when i cried after one of his assaults. His voice sends chills down my spine, it's low and gravely, it echoes through my mind as i shake in fear.
"P-please....I'm sorry." I mumble as i press myself against the corner of the stall.
"What are you sorry for?!" I hear him shout, his tone quickly becoming aggressive and impatient.
"I-i don't know! Alexander we do this everyday and everyday i don't know what to tell you!" I didn't even realize there were tears in my eyes until they slide down my cheeks and i taste the slight saltiness of them on my tongue.
                   He pounds against the stall door once more and then i hear his foot steps as he exits the bathroom. My heart is beating so quickly i think it's going to burst, I'm breathing heavily as i close my eyes in relief. Everyday, he asks me the same question. What are you sorry for?
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                 I don't have many friends, just two. They've been the same friends I've had since i first met Alexander in the sixth grade, the only kids who spoke to me that day and all the rest of the days when i entered that new school. Daniel, a short brunette boy with bright red cheeks and wide eyes, he's extremely sweet and supportive and sensitive. Then there's Jennifer, she's strong, level headed and very protective of me. I've always been scrawny, I was born prematurely causing me to be petite and on the delicate side. It doesn't mean i can't defend myself when i need to though, or in most cases, run.
              Thankfully, Daniel and Jennifer are both in my biology class with me. Our teacher, Mrs. Phillips, explains something about cells reproducing and I'm almost being absorbed into the lesson when the classroom door flies open. But of course, in walks mister Alexander himself, his tall and toned physique overshadows Mrs. Phillips as he looks down at her. His tone is demanding as he speaks.
"I'm here with an office pass for Jake Anderson."
                My teacher nods quickly and looks over at me. My stomach drops as i look at Alexander, our eyes meet and there's a slight glint in his eyes. Not again. I look back to Jennifer, who sits a few chairs behind me. Her eyebrows are furrowed in anger and she glares at Alexander before shaking her head at me. I bite my lip in fear before grabbing my backpack and standing up. I follow behind him as he leads me out of the classroom. We walk in silence for a minute before he suddenly turns around to face me. I jump and a squeak escapes my throat. I stare at him wide eyed, anticipating.
                 He takes a few steps towards me. His eyes are dark but there's a small smile on his lips. I don't realize I've taken any steps back until I'm pressed against a locker. His face is suddenly so close to mine, our noses almost touching. He puts his hands on either side of my face and his voice comes out in a quiet growl.
"You thought you could run from me, baby boy."