Can't take it any more!

The nightmare begins.


Gee walked past the jocks and cheerleaders who were lounging about on the front steps, occasionally making rude comments about, or to the other students as they were passing.
Gee wasn't so lucky to just get words, as some dick, who was, by some odd coincidence, actually called Dick, stuck his foot out, and sent Gee sprawling on the hard concrete steps, to a chorus of loud, raucous laughter.


Gee's already bruised ribs struck the edges of the stairs, as he failed to catch himself with his hands. Not that that would've hurt any less, as he was almost certain that his left wrist was broken...but what're you gonna do?


Gasping in pain, Gee hauled himself back to his feet, and scurried away into the school, ignoring the taunts and threats that followed behind him.
Was it stupid to think they might leave him alone for just today?...probably.


He made his way through the hallways toward his homeroom, but detoured to the men's room instead.
Walking in, he went to the last stall, and locked himself in, putting his back to the door, and sliding down till he was crouched on the ground...well, you wouldn't sit on the floor of a toilet that was frequented by teenage boys...would you?


Sighing shakily, Gee wiped his hands over his wet eyes. He wouldn't let them see him cry. They already called him "pussy" and "loser", amongst others. He didn't need "cry baby" added to the list.


"Three months..."


He whispered to himself.


"Just three more months."


When the door to the men's room slammed open, Gee bit his lip to keep quiet, and carefully stood up, then moved to crouch on the toilet seat, so whoever had just entered wouldn't see his feet.
Familiar voices met the thin boys ears.


"Did you see his fuckin' face?...thought 'e was gonna cry right there!"


Tyler. Jock.


"I thought he was gonna wet himself..."


Dick.


"Fuckin' funny!"


"Ya should've kicked 'im in the 'ead while 'e was down!"


Meadow, cheerleader bitch...what the fuck was she doing in the men's room?


"Fag got up too quick..."


Dick.


"Who knew emos could run that fast?...perhaps he should go for track."


Silence, then they all collapsed into laughter again before changing the subject and leaving the bathroom.
Gee sat trembling for a few minutes more, not daring to move in case they returned. When the bell rang, indicating five minutes till homeroom, he shakily climbed down, wincing at the pain that shot through his body, then timidly unlocked the stall door and peered out. The room was empty, and Gee sighed in relief, before checking in the water-stained mirror that his tears weren't evident.
His eyes were a little red, but that could be put down to hay fever...though everyone in school would probably know that it wasn't.
Hitching his bag up on his shoulder, Gee left the pungent room and turned right.


His home room was in the art/music corridor, his favourite part of the school, even though it was populated by jerks and assholes.
Walking in, he saw all the jocks from before, and no teacher. Fuck!


They hadn't spotted him yet, so he quietly slipped into his seat at the front, just to the right of the teacher's desk. Where was Mr. Lambert?
Gee kept his head down, hiding in his hair as the classroom filled up around him.
Suddenly he felt something strike his left shoulder. So, it begins.


He glanced down to see what had hit him...it was a screwed up piece of paper. Gee ignored it and went back to studying the badly worded, and wrongly spelt insults that were carved into his desk. His favourite read "Choke on two cocks and dye, bent fag!"
Something else hit him on the back of his head, and actually hurt. He turned to look...it was a fucking book.


"Yo, Gayfag..."


Tyler shouted as he approached Gee's desk. The name was kinda redundant, but it still made most of the class laugh. Gee's lip wobbled.


"I'm talkin' to you, freak!"


Tyler shoved Gee's head forcefully onto the table.


"P'raps 'e's as deaf as 'e is fuck ugly."


Meadow put in her two cents.


"Nah..."


Tyler grunted, still holding Gee down with a hand on the back of his neck.


"He's just a dumb cunt."


"Tha' it?...y' dumb, fag?"


Meadow's voice was really annoying Gee now.
Tears rolled from his eyes as the gang descended upon him. Words and fists hit with equal force, and Gee curled in on himself.


"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON IN HERE?..."


A man's voice bellowed from the doorway. Everyone's head snapped around, and the room fell silent. Tyler still hadn't let go of Gee's neck, so Gee couldn't turn to look.


"I said..."


The man ground out through clenched teeth, rage evident in his tone.


"What the FUCK is going on?"


Gee squirmed, trying to break free.
Tyler must've suddenly realised that he was still pinning the other boy down, cos he suddenly let go and stepped back.


"We...we were..."


Gee jumped up abruptly and ran blindly from the room.


"All of you, sit down and keep quiet."


The as yet unknown man barked, before running after the thin pale boy.
He hadn't seen the boy's face, just black hair and a flash of almost paper-white skin...and what appeared to be fingertip bruises on the boy's throat...though he couldn't be sure.


The boy had vanished into a supply closet at the end of the hallway...the man had seen the door shut. Well, it was less obvious than the toilets.
As he reached the door, he could hear muffled sobs from within.


"Err...hello?..."


He asked, tentatively. The sobbing stopped with a hiccupy gasp.


"Are you ok?..."


No answer.


"I'm your new home room teacher, Mr. Iero...but you can call me Frank. What's your name?"


There was a quiet sob again, then a tiny voice spoke through the door. It was so quiet that Frank only just heard it.


"Gee."


"Gee?...nice to meet you..."


Frank could tell that Gee was sat on the floor in there, so he crouched down on his side to continue the conversation.


"Y' know...this would be a lot easier if you'd let me in?"


Gee thought about this, and realised, what the hell...couldn't make it any harder, right?
With a shaky hand, he reached up and turned the door handle. It wasn't locked, and Gee appreciated the fact that Frank had let him open it in his own time.


Frank stood up quickly as the door opened a little. He glanced back at his classroom, hoping that the other teenagers were still too shocked by his appearance to abscond from class, or destroy the place, then slipped inside the small, dark room.
He saw a light switch, and flicked it on, before closing the door, and sinking down to his knees in front of Gee.


Gee was sat with his back to the wall, his knees pressed up to his chest, and his face buried in his arms. His longish black hair, hiding what wasn't buried.


"Are they always like that?..."


He asked, gently.
Gee sniffed, nodding his head slightly.


"And is it only directed at you?"


Again Gee nodded, then slowly lifted his head a little to peek at this new teacher, who he still hadn't really seen. As their eyes met through Gee's curtain of hair, his head suddenly snapped up.


"It's you."


Cos in front of the surprised young man, sat the same man that Gee had been drawing and thinking about since he was last in this building. Gee's heart raced slightly, and he didn't know what else to say...would Frank even remember him?...unlikely.


Frank grinned at him.


"Well...I was hoping I'd run into you again."


YES!!...Gee cheered in his head, a soft blush pinking his pale white cheeks.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's you?..

So.. The jocks are jerks, the cheerleaders are comfortable with going into the men's room, *raises one eyebrow*, and Frank remembers Gee!!.. Things are starting to get interesting.. (I hope?)

Anyway.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
<3 Love ya all!