I'll Never Let You Win

7

What was up with that guy? Who would be able to almost kill someone - purposefully, and act like nothing had happened? And of course, like always my hopes and prayers were left unseen and unheard, and I was forced to go back to school, and forced to go and face Ashley and his gang again. I hope they at least have some sympathy hidden in those ice cubes they call hearts.

I googled the name of the band Ashley and Jake are in and saw they had some merch. But, it was really cool merch. I decided to battle this scenario sneakily, so I ordered one that had their band name clearly visible on the front, and a couple of days - and bruises - later, it arrived. I wore it with my ripped jeans, old combat boots, a studded belt and a leather jacket. The first thing I heard when I walked back into school was something along the lines of the band on my shirt being another bunch of gay emo freaks nobody liked, delightfully shouted to me by one of Ashley's friends, I think his name was Tony. The thing that made me laugh, and feel like this wasn't just a waste of money, was Ashley's face when he looked up at me from the cigarette he was smoking. His face kind of paled slightly and a look of hurt flashed across it, obviously from one of his friends unknowingly calling him and his band, which I can guess is a very important and close thing to him, gay emo freaks.

I held back my laughter and carried on to my locker, getting what I needed for the next lesson. My locker door was slammed shut, almost catching my fingers, but it didn't. I spun around on my heel, only to come face to face with the devil himself.

"What are you wearing?" Ashley asked me, his voice tense.

"Umm... Clothes?" I offered, but still only in a whisper. I really need to sort that out now I think about it.

"I'm being fucking serious." He growled at me through gritted teeth.

"Well you have eyes. Use them" I told him.

"Take it off." He spat.

"Why? Are you too scared your little secret will be out. Too scared your so called 'friends' will degrade you like you have to me. Too scared of losing your social status as king. Well suck it up. Sometimes in life, things aren't fair, and now is one of those times on your part. I'm not taking my shirt off just because you're paranoid someone will find out your little secret, they won't. Since when has anybody taken notice of the bands on my shirts anyway?" I ranted.

"Look, Andy please." Ashley begged, running a hand through his hair, which I'm fairly sure wasn't even his. "I'm desperate, if anyone finds out then I'm ruined."

"I found out" I reminded him.

"Yeah, and now look at me. Begging you to change. Please." He tried, as one last attempt.

"I mean I would, but I don't have another t-shirt on me"

"Wear your PE one then, idiot."

"I don't have a PE kit" I mumbled, embarrassed. I couldn't let him find out something else about me that could lead me into even worse bullying.

"Why?" He asked, suspicious - probably because he thought I was lying.

"I just don't okay?" I told him, trying to walk away; now fed up.

"Dont lie to me!" He shouted, grabbing the back of my shirt and dragging me back to where we were. "And if its because you can't afford one, school provides you with one. So it's not like you have an excuse."

"Not to kids like me." I told him. "If I wanted one, my parents would have to fill in a form and all that shit. I haven't seen mine in over sixteen years okay? Woohoo, there you go. Another thing to make fun of the loser kid for, he's poor and living in a care home. Now if you don't mind, I have lesson to get to." I finished, removing myself from the conversation.

A/N this one was kind of a filler chapter >.<