Would You Still Care?

Beep, beep, beep. Ugh, how the hell is it seven already? I slammed my fist down on the clock, to rid it of the incessant noise. I threw my covers off my body, swung my legs over the edge of my twin sized bed, and stood up. Yawning, I grabbed the cleanest looking clothes I could find, which consisted of grey skinnys, and a Black Flag shirt. I walked to the window, finding that the weather was just as bleak as my mind. Today was going to be just like every other day in Belleville, New Jersey, grey and completely a waste of my time. I hurriedly pulled on my clothes, intent on getting out the door before my dad woke up. I don't need to go to school bloodied and beaten, that's most likely how I'll be arriving back. I snatched my iPod, ear buds, and backpack, and ran out the door. I slowed down as soon as I was about a block away from the hell hole I called home.
I live in the shit hole part of Belleville, which is incredibly bad considering Belleville is already a shit hole, most of the people are either drunks or dealers. Dad is one of the many drunks, I'd live with my mom if I could, but my dad cock blocked that. I swear, the man only uses me as a punching bag because mom left us, and I'm a reminder of what they had.
I pushed my way through the school's heavy doors, searching the halls for my tormentors. Ever since I joined this damn school, Trent and James found it fun to pick on me, mostly for my short stature, tight pants, and eyeliner. Not to mention those jockstraps basically have the school eating out of their hands, they are untouchable. Finding the coast clear, I walked to my locker and grabbed out my leadership and citizenship binder, and started heading in that direction.
I was Mrs. Jerabek's only Sophomore in five years, and without a doubt, her favorite. Being the one and only can have its perks, considering I'm the youngest in a Senior and Junior class, I can usually get away with zoning out in class. When I arrived I immediately took my seat in the back near the life sized President Kennedy cardboard cut out. It was kind of creepy, his eyes would follow you, and you always felt watched.
"Hey guys!" Mrs. Jerabek started. "Today we will be watching an episode of 'What Would You Do?' Aside from watching the video, you are going to be writing down what you would do in this situation, and sharing it to me via Google Docs. Yeah, I know, I'm just awful giving you work on a Monday."
She pulled up the video and I zoned out, eventually catching eye on a new face. He appeared to have very pixie-like features, black hair, and big hazel eyes. He was gorgeous, plain and simple. New guy was going to be someone, I could already see the popular crowd pulling him in. Ugh, just another pretty face, someone else that won't care about me. Throughout the class I couldn't help but watch the new guy, he looked out of place here, too beautiful to get sucked into this shit hole. He eventually caught me staring at him, causing me to blush a deep red, and he winked. He fucking winked!
I looked away and kept my gaze on the Smart Board the rest of the hour, actually focusing on the task at hand. Finally the bell rang and I walked to my locker dropped off my crap and hurried off to gym class. Gym was by far my least favorite, both Trent and James were in that class with me. It was hell.
"Hey, faggot!" I tried my best to ignore Trent as I changed into my gym clothes. "Fagbag, didn't you hear me?" Trent started walking towards me, fist raised.
"H-hey." I stammered, backing into my locker. Trent's hands went to either side of my head, cornering me in.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you faggot." Trent said slamming his fist into my empty stomach. I sucked in a breath, muffling the sound of my pain. He then spun me around and shoved me face first into my open gym locker slamming it shut and locking it. "See you tomorrow fucker." He said turning on his heels laughing and walking out of the room. As soon as he left I couldn't help but pound uselessly on the locker, trying my best to bust it open. Fat chance, I try it every time to no avail. A janitor usually ends up letting me loose. I sighed almost ready to give up, when the locker room door swung open.

Notes

Hey guys, so I'm attempting to write a new fanfic! Comment and tell me what you think, should I continue? Thank you for reading :)
- Bailey