What If... [Under Construction]

The Torture Continues

Okay, the plot of this story has changed a bit. I felt that my original idea was...crappy lol So, I've changed it (i just said that..oh well) It'll all be in the description, so yea :P

"Why don't you guys just...leave me alone?" I ask as I was being pressed against the lockers in the locker room. The jocks of the school chuckle darkly at me.

"Why should we, dude?" one asks. "We don't like liars."

"I didn't lie!" I yell. "My mom just changed her mind!" The guy chuckle again.

"Okay."

I try to get loose of their grips, but they only tighten them on me. I tried to yell out for a teacher or someone, but one covers my mouth, another one punches me in the jaw. I bite down on his hand, and he pulls back, cursing under his breath.

"What in the world is going on in here?!" the coach says, running in. The boys drops me on my butt, and I groan.

"Justin fell, Sir." one of them lies. "When he fell, he must have messed his ankle or something, so we came to help."

"Are you okay, boy?" the coach asks, helping me up. I nod as the jocks begin to dust off my shoulders, and jacket off. They smile, and followed the coach out. I stood there, dazed, and confused by what happened.

Suddenly,  one of the jocks come back, and bangs my head against my locker door. I fell back, dizzy from the impact, and the guy runs out, laughing.

I couldn't tell if the ringing in my head was the bell or my ears. I shook my head, slamming my locker closed, and run out of the gym.

As I did, the next group that came in for gym class were already sitting in the bleachers. One was walking to the locker room, and I ran smack into him.

"Boy get off me!" he yells, and shoves me into the wall. "God, go play with someone else." I gave him a look, and heard laughter. I looked over, and saw a group of students standing there, laughing and pointing.

"Gay boy strikes again!" one yells, his voice echoing across the gym, causing more faces to look over at me. I roll my eyes, and run off. They hoop and hollar as I pass. The coaches give them weird looks, and order me to walk. I did, and look down at the ground, avoiding everyone's stares.

I walk into biology, taking my seat. I pull out my things for class, and look up at the board, to see what we were supposed to do. A paper wad was thrown at me. I stood up, looking around to see who threw it.

"Sit down, Mr. Bieber." the teacher says, and I sat. Someone muttered something behind me, and I turn to see the guy who slammed my head into my locker door. I bring my hand up to the spot where my head hit the door, and groan as shocks of pain erupts from the small bump forming on my head.

My lab partner walks in, and sighs as she takes her seat. She looks down at her notebook, and didn't look up until the bell rang.

The teacher starts class, and I begin to write down the notes she told us to write. A note was placed infront of my paper, and I look up. Some guy told me to open it.

Curious, I unfold the flaps of paper to reveal only a single sentence:

Wanna come over to my house tonight? ;)

I cut him a glare, and crumble the paper in to ball. The guy shruggs, scribbles something on another sheet of paper, and passes it to me. I open it, and roll my eyes.

I know just how much u want to...

"Will you stop!?" I yell, standing. The teacher stops in the middle of  her lectur, and orders me to report to  the principal. I grab my things, crumpling the new note into a paper ball, and tossing them in the trash bin as I exit.