"Emo! Emo! Do us a favour and go cut yourself!" Was the jarring sneers that were being chucked endlessly around the empty school corridors.
I was peering around the corner of the hallway, clutching my books tight to my chest, as I watched some poor guy getting harassed by those stupid fucktards that somehow climbed to the top of the Highschool Foodchain.
Well, that's what I liked to call it, anyway.
But I soon snapped my attention back to the guy that was relentlessly being thrown around, the contents of his school bag dumped just about everywhere. He was new to this school, and he was certainly different from the rest. That's what made him a perfect target for those assholes, but he could surely put up a good fight.
We were alike, in that way.
"Fuck you!" The guy spat, as he was pressed up against my fucking locker, where one of the soccer players named Freddie Dinsmore had him pinned by the collar of his shirt.
"I'd advise you not to go down that road, emo faggot." One of Freddie's bitches sneered right up close and personal into the guy's face.
"I'm not scared of a bunch of assholes like you," The guy laughed harshly, "go back to screwing two bit whores, will ya?"
"Wrong move, you retard..." I whispered to myself, biting my lip as I wondered if I should step in or not.
The guy's last comment earned him a huge-ass punch to the face, causing him to slam his head against the lockers with the force of the blow. Freddie and his cronies laughed their asses off, whilst the guy who seemed to be around my age, spat out some blood onto the immaculate floor.
He was tough, and the bullies seemed to pick up on that.
"Oh c'mon Freddie, I'm bored with this worthless fag." Jamie Sanders rolled his baby blue eyes, and leaned against one of the lockers, tapping it with an evil glint in his eye.
"Me too, Jamie. Let's put this emo where he belongs." Freddie snorted, before shoving his hands down into the guy's skinny jeans pocket to retrieve his locker key, "number 342, huh? Well, if you aren't right next to that stupid emo nerd. Guess you two can stick together then, huh?"
"Go fuck yourself." The guy spat harshly, jerking his head to the left so he could remove some of his black fringe from his hazel eyes.
All the cronies laughed, whilst the guy just flinched when Freddie rattled the locker key right in his face. Shoving the guy sideways, but still keeping a tight grip on the black fabric of his shirt, Freddie twisted the key in new kid's locker, and quickly thrust it open. The guy must've known what was coming next, for he starting thrashing around and trying to get out of Freddie's iron grip.
"It's no use, emo." Freddie curled his lips up into an evil smile, before literally shoving the guy into his own fucking locker, and slamming the door closed before he could have the chance to escape.
That was the thing that really made my blood boil. I seriously hated those popular dicks with a burning passion. They had absoloutly no fucking right to pick on the people in a different class than their own. It was just completely retarded and stupid.
So, as Freddie chucked the boy's locker key on the ground by all his spilled out books, and strolled casually back down the hallways, his bitches tagging along behind, I literally sprinted from around my corner. Making my way quickly over to the locker in which the guy was stuffed inside, I bent down and picked up the keys.
"Fucking morons..." I heard the guy's deep, husky voice mutter angrily from inside the cramped locker, as he shifted around uneasily.
"I agree." I growled lightly to myself, as I shoved the key into the locker and twisting it anti-clockwise.
A few seconds later, I thrust the door open and the guy stumbled out and straightened up, as if nothing had ever happened. I blinked and widened my eyes, realising how hot this guy was for the first time.
The first thing I noticed was his silver lip ring, which glinted in the dim light of the school hallways. His hands seemed to be tattooed heavily, and I'm pretty sure that if I were to roll his sleeves up, then there'd be a shit ton more of body art.
His hair was jet black, with half of it being red, whilst he kept his fringe and let it grow down to frame his pale, handsome face. Mystery guy sported a pair of tight, black skinnies along with an average long-sleeved black shirt and a pair of tattered looking red converse to finish off the look, bringing a little more colour to it.
"Here." I grumbled nervously, making the first move to talk by handing him his locker keys.
He just snatched them back, shoving them into his back pocket, and bending down to begin picking up all of his books and papers.
A simple 'thanks for saving my ass' would've been better than this awkward silence.
I automatically bent down to help him out, and of course I just had to smack my forehead right against his. He hissed out in pain, and shot me a fearsome glare through his pretty hazel eyes.
Fuck off, Raine. Get a grip. No crushing on the new guy.
"Jesus, I'm so sorry. I'm only trying to help." I bit my lip, handing him the rest of his books which consisted of Biology and Maths.
"I don't need any help." He snapped at me, shooting me another glare once more before chucking his bag over one shoulder, and walked on down the hall.
This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.
Nah, I'm just bullshitting.