'What the hell are you doing, geek?' the words rung in my head as I closed my eyes shut as tight as I could. 'Not again' I thought as I braced myself, once again for a beating from the school bully. No matter where I was, what I was doing, what I wasn't doing, Mark Dougman always managed to find something wrong with my presence. He also made sure I paid for the inconvenience my existence caused for him, a right hook usually did the job for him. Once he'd taken whatever anger was pented up in his being out on me, he walked away and never even bothered to give me a second look in the hallways. Some would say it was because he felt some kind of guilt for the nightmare he made my life, I however knew it was because he was a coward. I wish I could have simply said his bark was worse than his bite, but I never even heard his bark. The judgement I had to go on was his bite, and that was all I needed to determine which was worse.
But right now his greased hair hung above his brow, and the red rims around his eyes told me that whatever the cause of those circles were, was also the cause of my next beating. The empty locker room also gave him the perfect chance to beat the shit out of me before fifth period gym, which would have probably come no matter what had caused his red-rimmed eyes.Whatever the cause of those circles were, was also the cause of my next beating. The empty locker room also gave him the perfect chance to beat the shit out of me before fifth period gym, which would have probably come no matter what had caused his red-rimmed eyes. He wasn't accompanied by his beef-headed henchmen which gave me a slight sense of release, at least I would be walking tomorrow. No matter how much I seemed to piss him off, the beating was always the same. 'What did I do this time? Whenever I seem to breath, you find some kind of offense in the action, what is your problem?' Judging from the confusion on his neanderthalic face, I assumed he had no clue what I was talking about. Instead of workds he proceded to get closer, backing me into the lockers behind me. There was no one else in the changing room, I had been sent to get my asthma inhalers, gym wasn't my strong subject and the 500 metre field behind the science block was not where I spent my spare time, as it showed five minutes before when Coach had sent me inside with a pitying look on his face. Right now I would've done anything to be out on that field, but I had become his punching bag and I couldn't do anything to change that. ' Your existence bothers me, dweeb. You sharing the same air as me bothers me.' He gave me a swift right hook- that alone surprised me because he usually stuck to using only my chest and stomach region as his punching bag, I assumed it was because the only way he could get a kick out of punching me was see me curl over in pain, rather than watch the blood gush out of my bottom lip, like it was right now. At that moment, the door around the corner opened, and Dougman froze. The first thing I saw of the figure was the shiny black boots that I was later to constantly see my reflection in, as my gaze travelled up I caught sight of the washed out denim jeans that were turned up at the ankles, and wearing away at the backside and knees, close to tearing. I wasn't too confident about my sexuality but it would've been an offense to Mother Nature to not appreciate the way his, erm, back, looked in those jeans. The next thing I saw as the figure walked into the room was the black and red striped shirt that was tucked into the jeans, and tied around the neck was a plain black bow tie. The way the clothes made him look, not to mention what was about three inches above the bow tie, made my stomach jump up and down, and by the time I had seen the curve of those lips and the hazel-tinted eyes I knew that I was going to fall in love with Blaine Anderson. Maybe he wouldn't with me. Maybe we wouldn't even talk. Maybe he wouldn't even know I existed. All I knew was that if he was on this Earth and I was, too- I could never stop loving that breath takingly beautiful human being.