It'll turn okay (maybe)

Instead of paying attention in class like most people do, I was listening to Green Day on my phone and doodling. I finally heard the lunch bell pulling me away from my daydreams. I shuffled all my stuff into my small bag and headed to my locker to grab a water and put my stuff away. I had reached my locker just as I saw the school bullies approach. Welp, shit. I quickly put my bag in and shut my locker, turning around and walking away.
“Where are YOU going ya little emo fag?” The lead bully, Izzac, called out. I ignored them and hoped to get to the lunch room before they caught me. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side. I felt a sharp tug to my hood, making me stumble. Then, I was dragged by my hood outside, and thrown against the first wall, slamming my head against the bricks. I rolled my eyes, waiting to either be beat, or be poked and prodded like an animal. But he yelled. And yelled. I tuned them out easily. I started daydreaming that there was a sniper on the building and would shoot them in the feet. I laughed in my head, and apparently out loud too.
“What the fuck you laughing at faggot? You think this is funny?” He practically screamed.
“Yea. I do.” Bad move. I felt a sharp pain in my nose. And another in my gut. Then to my butt, back and head. He let go. Dammit. I saw feet flying towards me everywhere. I closed my eyes and hissed at the pain, hearing shouting and feeling numbness.
“Are you alright? Here, let me help you up.” A strange, yet somewhat familiar voice said softly. I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around my upper torso, and my arm behind his neck. I opened my eyes to see a man with eyeliner, black hair, and a red tie help me walk back inside.
“T-thanks.” I said, breathing heavy. We made it to the nurse's office just before the bell rang.
“Again Mikey? Thanks Billie. You can go now. Was it the same ones?” I nodded, seeing ‘Billie’ walk out and head down the hallway. I looked curiously at her. “Oh, he’s the new english teacher, Mr. Armstrong. You should be having him, now. So you can either stay here and let your bruises settle, or get an ice pack and ibuprofen and go to class.” I held up 2 fingers, and she grabbed an ice pack and reached in her drawer for the pills. I stood up, getting a paper cup and filling it up.She handed me the stuff, I downed the pills, and walked out, thanking her. I grabbed my bag, and quickly went to class.
I opened the door to a loud classroom, which settled down a bit. I grabbed my usual seat at the very back, and looked ahead to Mr. Armstrong.
“Hello class. I’m Mr. Armstrong. Lets go around saying who we are and a fun fact. Starting, with you.” He pointed to a girl named Jasmine, who blushed and said she loved guys who were dominate. It went around the room, until it got to me. I looked up from my notebook, and opened my mouth.
“I’m M-” I started
“Hi I’m Mikey aka emo fag. My fun fact is that I’m such an emo fag and will go home and cut my wrists until I die.” I heard one of Izzac’s minions say in a girlish tone.
“Office. Now.” He said, clearly not joking around.
“Well it’s true.” Izzac’s minion, Geffory retorted.
“Now.” Mr. Armstrong repeated. Geffory rolled his eyes and walked out. “I will be pretty laid back, but bullying is one thing I will not stand. So Mikey, correct? Can you tell us a fun fact?”
“Uh. I-I can play guitar.” I said quickly, knowing all eyes are were on me. I turned to my left, seeing the coffee shop guy. I felt a blush rolling over my face as I saw him stand up.
“Hello, I’m Pete Wentz. I can play guitar, and I’m about as straight as Kim Kardashians Butt.” He sat back down, seeming pleased with himself. He turned towards me and waved, smiling. I blushed, giving back a small smile and a quick wave.
The talking quickly ended after Pete, and Mr. Armstrong was back in control.
“Alright, we’re doing a partner activity. So sit next to someone you would like to work with.” He said. The whole class got up, and started talking. I moved my bag to the empty seat next to me, yet it was moved again in between the chairs.
“Hope you don’t mind. But everyone else is kinda dickish.” Pete said, smiling.
“G-go ahead.” I smiled back, leaving my right earbud in, but left my left ear free. Mr. Armstrong quickly explained the lesson, and Pete and I got to work. Mr. Armstrong started walking around the class, stopping at our desks.
“Are you alright Mikey? With the whole lunch thing and then now?” He asked concerningly.
“I’m fine. It’s not like it’s new.” I replied.
“Alright. Well if you have any troubles, come talk to me.” And he walked away quickly.
“What was that about?” Pete looked at me curiously.
“I was beat up during lunch. Not much.” I answered, turning my head back to the assignment.
“Oh. Well it’s good you’re okay.” He replied, working on the project. We didn’t talk much after that. Eventually, the bell rang and we were released from this hell hole. Matt was already waiting for me.
“Bye Mikey. See ya around.” Pete called out, grabbing his board and walking off.
“Oh? Does Mikey have an intrest now? Hmm.” Matt joked, laughing,
“N-no. We just have the same class. Let’s go.” I said, pulling him towards the doors.
“Wait. What happened to your lip?”
“What do you think?”
“Come on, we’ll go to my house.” We walked in silence, towards the household of Uychich.

Notes

2nd chapter! I'm not sure how often I'll post, but I'll try to post often. Comment on what you think so far!