Confused Secrets (boy x boy)

Chapter 1: Locker Incident

This is a rewritten version of my old story. After years of not finishing it, i decided to finish it. There was so many errors in the words and some parts didn't even make sense lol. So now i want to continue it! i hope you enjoy! (I will put warnings in beginning chapters that contain triggering warnings or before a paragraph begins)
NOTE: If you have read my old story, there are little changes
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ALEX POV:
         All you could hear in the empty halls were the sounds of me running and panting. Once I spotted my locker i quickly entered the combination code and entered inside while closing as i squeezed in there, the palm of my hand covering my mouth to cover my heavy breathing. About 3 silent minutes passed by until i heard multiple footsteps approaching towards my locker.
          "Where did he go?!" I heard a guy yell. I peeked through the holes of the locker to see 4 guys sweating and frantically looking around. "Just give up dude, he's a pussy. He probably ran home crying." Another guy said, he was the shortest out of the 4. The tallest guy clicked his tongue looking frustrated and started walking away. The other 3 just followed behind him looking at eachother and shrugging.
            I waited until i heard the door slam open and close for me to finally put hand down and breathe. I was about to exit the locker since i was sitting in a position that was uncomfortable until i heard the door open again and heard footsteps. My eyes widen and i held my breath. I peeked through the holes of the locker to see a tall guy walking towards the lockers. He seemed to be getting closer to the one i was in and i felt my heart drop. His hand was reaching forward towards my locker and i tightly closed my eyes shut.
             'This is it. Im going to get caught.'  I thought while getting ready to get beaten to death. That was until i heard a phone make a 'ding' sound. I didn't feel my phone in my pocket vibrate so i opened my eyes slightly to look through the holes and saw the guy outside my locker reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. I stared at him as he typed, trying to see who he was. It was hard to tell through the locker but i could make out that he was tall and had black wavy/straight hair. He had a black shirt that was slightly tight. I could smell a scent of nice cologne and sweat, he probably finished coming from some sort of practice?
              He looked back up to look at the lockers and mumbled the number '72'. He moved to the one next to mine and started entering his combination code. He opened it while doing something then closing it. He turned away and started walking then i heard the door open and close. I let out a huge sigh and slightly kicked the locker door open and fell onto the floor running my hand through my hair. I stayed there for awhile before finally getting up and looking around and mumbling, "What a lovely day huh?"
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               I unlocked the door to my house and entered inside removing my shoes. I looked around and yelled out for my mom. "Amma! Estas en la casa?!" I didn't get an answer back which probably meant she's at work. Home alone again, 2 times in a row.
               I walked to my room and tossed my bag onto my bed and grabbed some clean clothes and a towel. I headed to the bathroom and started undressing to hop into the shower. After finishing, i stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist and stood in front of the mirror. Honestly, i don't like looking in the mirror, i see all the things people make fun of me for. For example, i have a scar beside my left eye and on my left cheek. People point that out for no reason. They laugh and squint their eyes to mock me since i have my dads eyes, who is Korean. I have the facial structure of a girl and a small body frame like a girl. I'm about 5'6 so i'm shorter than most boys. My hair is pretty long and very dark in color, i also have a strip of blonde hair on the left side on my hair, so i get called 'emo' a lot. There's more but i just can't stand thinking about everything.
                 I looked down to my stomach and hips to see bruises forming. It was caused by the guys from earlier who were chasing me. I've been dealing with these kinds of things since the beginning of freshman year, i'm a senior now. I've been homeschooled up until the end of 8th grade year. I've never been to a public school but hearing about it and seeing it in movies made me excited. I never had any in real life friends so i couldn't wait to make some at school. But i was wrong, so wrong. It's not like in the movies or books, it's far from that for me. There's days where it won't bother me as much as it's  a usual thing for me, but there's days where i come home and lock myself away and cry until there's no tears left to escape. Physically and mentally being tortured really changes you as a person. It's hell.
            I had to get out of these thoughts before i get deeper into them. I sighed and changed into clean clothes and headed to my room. I laid down on my bed and checked my notifications. Nothing important, my friends are probably busy since they live in a different country than me so the time zones are different. I plugged in my phone and and covered my self with a blanket, drifting off to sleep hoping i'll have a good dream.
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well, this is chapter 1. It probably doesn't make sense right now but it will in the next few chapters. I changed a lot of details and i hope this one makes more sense and seems abit more 'realistic' than the last one lol. Now to rewrite chapter 2! It's 2 am lmao i'm tired.