Falling In Love With The Douche

Part 1

        A sharp pain fills my back as I am being pushed against my locker by the enemy. As I am very short and skinny I am vulnerable to whatever may be coming my way. As if I didn't already know that, pain of course.

         There he stands in front of me a tall boy, or he may seem tall to me. When it comes to being around him everything seems so much bigger than me. His blue eyes matched with his long hair, if you were to call it long it is down to his sculpted and muscular shoulders. He wears a loose sweater with saggy sweatpants reviling his boxers. His douche look is completed with a backwards hat and beats.

        I flinch as his fist almost comes into contact with my face, which brings a smug looking smile to his face as he laughs along with his friends. My heart sinks as they do this, and my face is red with anger, my eyes are close to tears. How could he, the only one that I ever had a crush on, be the one that I fear the most. Although he never really seriously physical hurt me or my friends, he hurt my self esteem and that is worse than any punch or kick could ever do.

        Slowly he backs up and I just stand there, doing nothing but watching curious to know what he was going to do next. I stand in wait with my hands slightly out just in case I need them for defence. He lifts his foot up quickly and side kicks me (Well, almost) causing me to flinch with my hands now in front of my face.

        Tears are now lining my cheeks as one of his two friends approaches me and teases me by slapping across the face, it wasn't hard enough to leave a bruise or anything but it still caused my cheek to sting.

        "BOYS!" An unknown voice screams from down the hallway. The three boys start to a sprint down the hall. But the -what I would assume teacher- Stops them. "TOM, RICK, MIKE STOP NOW!"

        I feel a rush of relief and sadness against the teacher at the same time. For some reason I like being around Tom and, not so much the others. Hard to say why, but there is just something about him that could both make me smile from ear to ear, yet make me ball my eyes out at the same time.

        "Hey ms. Tylenol." (Yes her name is ms. Tylenol) He said with a chill smile, the one that I love so much.

        "Young man, this is the fourth time this week that you have been picking on sweet, little Hanano!" I hate when she calls me all of these demeaning names like 'Cute' or 'Innocent'.

        "Listen, we were just trying to talk to her and she started crying." Tom protested. Liar.

        Ms Tylenol walked over to me and said "Hon, what happened?"

        My heart sank and my face flushed. I didn't want to get Tom in trouble. But I did want to get Rick and Mike sent home or suspended. Even though Tom is, Tom I still love him and I want to keep seeing him every day.

        "I-I am okay." I said with bloodshot eyes. I let out a sob, obviously showing that I was not, in fact, okay.

        Ms Tylenol gave the boys a look and gestured them to see the principle. As they took off she helped me up. Of course she couldn't see any bruises or scratches she could see the one think I couldn't hide, my eyes.

        They do this weird thing. When I am upset they go completely black, yet when I am fine they go Brown again. She spots the blackness in my eyes "Hanano, why do you always stick up for them?"

        Its not for them, its for Tom I think. "I don't know, I think that's its because they could have done a lot worse." I lie.

        "Still Hon you shouldn't let them do that to you. You are strong you can stick up for yourself." She gives a warm smile "Now head off to third period you'll be late."

        I look up at her and give her the fakest smile ever. "Thanks..." My voice ends up trailing. It always dose that when I'm not sincere. I head off to class with visions of him dancing in my head.

        What would I do to be yours.....