He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 30: Stupid Bullying Arsehole Prick

I stood in the changing room standing around, as awkward as I had ever been. Jacob had been really pissed when he found me and had frog marched me all the way to the gym changing room. I'd had the urge to middle finger it outta there but I got this niggling warning signal that suggested that he might just drag me about by my collar in public for real if I did.

Jacob didn't even have the courtesy to throw me some stupid mocking smirk as I stood around, pretty much looking like a weirdo watching the other boys change, occasionally turning to stare at the wall. Maybe he had even completely forgotten what was written on my chest. It struck me then that there was nothing that I could see on his face.

He looked fucking fine! What the hell! It still annoyed me looking at him. He should have scribbles on his face but he didn't. What had been the point in letting him write that all across my chest. Fuck it, I wanted to die from embarrassment.

I felt weird just knowing that it was on me. I didn't trust myself to not accidentally show it and was struggling to even stand still. I felt like I had to put a jumper on or something.

I sighed and started walking towards the door, to head to the toilets which were not far from the PE changing rooms but weren't in the same block.

I saw the slight grin on Jacobs face that really made me want to smack him over the head as he bent to untie his shoelaces and saw Akara's eyes on me for a second before I closed the door behind me.

The toilet I headed to was a small one, three urinals and a toilet, a sink and a mirror being the only conveniences in there. I awkwardly shrugged my backpack and my PE bag onto my shoulder as I entered and let the door close behind me and started unbuttoning the top two buttons before I began shrugging off my shirt so that when I pulled it back on again I wouldn't have to do up all my buttons again.

I faced away from the mirror at the opposite end of the toilet and was almost over my head when the door opened. I quickly pulled my shirt back down, heart racing, and the door fully opened.

Two boys busy chatting with each other entered, ignored me and walked up to the urinals and my PE teacher Mr Marsh was standing behind them, his screwed up wrinkly eyes looking at me as he slowly walked in too.

No one said anything. I was safe.

They hadn't seen. Holy shit. I was that close to begin discussing ways to move to Namibia, change my name and fake a new identity.

My heartbeat was loud in my ears as I quickly walked into the one stall, seeing Marsh looking at me as I closed and locked the door and pulled the lid down to sit down for a moment, pretending until they would leave.

He hadn't seen anything, I was sure of it, because the door hadn't been opened wide enough, I think, and the two boys had been in front of them. If they had seen anything they definitely would have said something. But all the same the fact that he was looking at me made me uneasy. I really didn't like him.

Those strange eyes, they seemed to age him by like forty years or something. The rest of him looked middle aged but it looked like his incessant squinting had given him dimples that pointed toward his eyes like little arrows, which was weird in comparison to his smooth face, aside from the five-o'clock-shadow that needed shaving.

The way last time he had told me to call him 'sir' and stuff didn't sit well with me. Not that I wasn't used to teachers doing that, especially male teachers who I tended to call 'mister'. I mean to be fair, since I addressed the women with 'm'am', I should be addressing the guys with 'sir'... But he was weird. I didn't want to call him sir.

I awkwardly waited for them all to leave, the boys left quickly enough, they took maybe five minutes, eight with chatting. I couldn't hear Marsh leave but I wasn't really paying attention.