WAHHHH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS JUST AS MUCH AS U GUYSSSS
I'm so excited
And we act like an American school
Lockers
No uniform
And so on
Just bc it's an easier layout to write with :)
TW: MENTIONS OF PAST RAPE
(Dark start sorry guys but its how the story goes I PROMISE IT LINKS IN TO LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE)
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Oscar moved to Britain at a young age.
His parents moved to Bristol, his dad was always away for work so it was normally just him and his mum. Oscar liked it better that way, it was like he couldn't be himself around his dad. Or, that was until they got divorced, his parents.
Oscar's currently 16 and in high school.
He never told his mum why he always came home with a new bruise, but he was sure she already knew. Motherly instincts were crazy and she definitely knew.
But she never brought it up.
So here Oscar was, walking up to his bus, bag slung over one shoulder like he always did and his phone in his hand. He was trying to see when Fred would get there since Logan and Arthur would definitely be late.
Fred messaged that he was already on the bus waiting for him, so Oscar hopped on, ignoring the raging voices of school kids that were smoking and throwing things for no reason around the bottom level of the bus.
Everyone assumed it was more crazy at the top deck, but somehow it was always less crazy for him.
He met Fred towards the middle, the danish boy waving him over.
"Hey mate," Oscar said, giving Fred a little hand shake.
Oscar pulled his knees up to his chest, burying himself in his hoodie, somewhat ready for Charles and Arthur to walk past.
And they did, Charles pushing a hand through Oscar's hair roughly and Arthur sitting just infront of them.
"Charles leave him alone!" He said, his accent laying on thick.
Charles put his middle finger up and went and sat at the back of the bus with max, Carlos and lando who was already waiting.
He heard the howling laughs of them all, "ignore him Oscar, your fine, he's in a dick mood this morning," Arthur grumbled, sending daggers towards his brother.
Oscar just put his thumb up, it was almost like he was limited on words through out the day. He never spoke much because he got made fun of for his accent. He hated having to say 'here' in his form room or in any other classes.
Because for some weird reason, lando and his gang were in all his classes. Always at the back to point and laugh. Oscar had learned to ignore it over the few years he'd been living here.
But it still made him feel self conscious.
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It was time to get off the bus and it was obvious lando was waiting for him, sending max charles and Carlos off while he stayed behind.
Oscar made the mistake of making eye contact with him. The Brit smirked at him and stood up as Oscar did so.
Before he could do anything Oscar took off down the stairs, lando hot on his heels.
Arthur and Fred almost wished they could do something. But last time lando got max and Carlos to hold them while lando himself beat Oscar. It was quite horrible. But, if there's one thing Oscar can do, it's fucking run.
