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Mikey POV

Pete Wentz. The most insufferable boy in school. He walks around like he owns the goddamn place. His 'posse' follows him around like lost puppy dogs. Its ridiculous. My friend Ray and I don't seem to escape the taunting words they throw around. They tease Ray because of his afro and me because I'm a 'nerd', when in reality I could be cool. I choose not to.
       "Mr. Way, can you come answer this question on the board?" Mr. Stump says, snapping me out of my internal rant and spiking my anxiety.
     I nod shakily and slide out of my seat, which so happens to be right smack in the middle of Pete's friends and the devil himself. My hands begin shaking as I grab the marker out of Mr. Stump's hand. I go to write the question, but freeze.
      "I can't do this, Mr. Stump. I'm sorry. May I please go to the bathroom?" I breathe, on the verge of an anxiety attack.
       Mr. Stump throws me a sympathetic glance before nodding and continuing his lesson.
      "Wimp!" One of the devil's friend yell, laughing.

Pete's POV

   Watching Mikey shake and almost have an anxiety attack should make me happy, but I just feel worry ball up uncomfortably in my gut. After Mikey has been gone for over ten minutes, Mr. Stump sends me to go check on him. I walk toward the bathroom's, the pit of worry growing. When I open the door, I see something that made my stomach twist and tears to well up in my eyes.
   

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 31, 2016 ⏰

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