Geoff Wigington barely talked. He didn't yell. He didn't whisper. He didn't have any friends. He was cold. People wouldn't dismiss him as just being shy, though. They know better than that.
Geoff only really talked if something pissed him off or if someone was being an asshole. The last time he talked, he told someone, "piss off." His sentences were made up of ten words at most. Keeping who he was in mind, most people tended to avoid him. If not, they tried to annoy him as much as they could.
Even the way he looked felt cold to anyone who sees him. His expression was blank, eyes were dull, hair was so long it could cover his eyes if not pushed to the side.
He didn't think much of what others thought of it, all he knew was that he wanted to be quiet. He didn't want to be around others, but no matter how much he showed it, there were always a few people who wanted to bother him.
"Hey Geoff, what're you mad about this time?" A male teased, a smirk making its way on his face. Geoff glanced over at him for a moment before looking back down at his paper. The boy could've sworn that he got chills when Geoff looked at him, but it's nothing that he'd admit. Geoff didn't mind it, though. That's all people felt about him, anyways. A cold person. "Come on, Geoffy, quit being rude," he chuckled.
Geoff winced once he heard the nickname given to him. It wasn't even a sincere nickname, just a way to get him mad. They didn't know that, but they hoped it did. "Woah, he reacted to that at least," a girl gasped.
"It's still not normal though, fucking weirdo," another boy spat. Geoff turned his head slightly to face the trio. The girl's face turned bright red and the third guy grinned. "Hey, Geoff. What's the matter? Did the teacher call on you or some dumb shit like that?" He snickered.
Geoff shook his head and looked down at his paper once more. The sheet was void of pencil markings, printer ink was the only thing from keeping it completely blank.
"God, no wonder everyone's afraid of you, you're a total freak," the boy grinned. Geoff felt his muscles tense. He didn't want to deal with this bullshit. Not now. Not ever. But he knew that, inevitably, he would have to do something. "And your voice, god your voice, do you not even talk at home? How shitty are you at social skills? Can't even talk to your own family, can you?" He continued.
Geoff finally turned all the way to the group of three. The girl froze before looking down into her hands. "Ronnie, I think you should stop now," she mumbled.
"I think I just barely started," the boy, Ronnie, shook his head. Geoff glared at him, intimidating the girl and the other boy. This completely unfazed Ronnie, however, and he shot Geoff a smirk. "Are you gonna talk now? Gonna quit being a freak?" Ronnie laughed.
Geoff turned around once more, trying to avoid any more contact with the three. If he spoke, Ronnie would win. He doesn't want to give the three any sort of satisfaction.
Soon enough, Geoff began to feel objects hit his back. He wasn't sure what, but it felt like paper balls. He wasn't a stranger to this type of stuff, it happened often.
"Come on, weirdo, answer me!" He heard Ronnie say.
"Ronnie, what on earth do you think you're doing?" Their teacher, Mrs. Row, called out.
"Don't you think this freak should start talking? What's the point in acting like a stone cold bitch all the time?" Ronnie scoffed. The girl sitting next to him smacked his arm in an attempt to get him to stop acting like a dick.
"Those aren't words for the classroom, Ronnie, and Geoff can talk if he wants to talk. Stop bullying the poor boy, would you?" She sighed.
Geoff didn't feel any sense of comfort. This stuff happens daily, what difference would it make to have one teacher tell them to stop?
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gloom boys || gawsten
Fanfiction"what made you so scared to be alone?" geoff wigington was always thought of as a cold person. he wouldn't talk much, and if he did, it was a snarky remark that no one would try to confront him over. awsten knight was a sweet pastel boy that just wa...
