Highschool Happenings

Chapter 1

《Jonas's P.O.V》

            "Stoooop!!" Tessa whines as James continues to poke at her sides.
           "James, leave her alone. Don't you have someone else to bother?" Dex nudges James in a playful yet warning manner.
            "Yeah, go bother Becky the Cheater for a change." Tyler smirks, glancing at me. I hide my blush by looking away from him, pretending to be interested in what was pinned on the school Newsboard.
            "Becca is not a cheater! And you know she hates being called Becky." James huffs in frustration at both Dex and Tyler.
The bell rings, marking the beginning of the school day and the end of what was sure to be an argument.
I sigh as my friends say their goodbyes and hurry off in separate directions, leaving me alone. I quickly glance around the now emptying common area.

Please let him be skipping today, please let him be skipping today!!

I make my way through the hall, reaching my locker without trouble for once.

So far so good...

Getting the needed supplies out of my locker, I hurry down the halls, this time heading for my first period class; science. I reach the hallway the science room is in, only to be yanked backwards and thrown against the wall. I hold back a yelp, shutting my eyes tight and keeping my face lowered.

Of course he didn't skip today. Why do I even hope anymore?

            "Get up, faggot!" Kyle growls menacingly, kicking my side.
Deciding that it's better to just go with it than disobey, I stand, keeping my gaze on the floor. As soon as I do, his foot meets my gut, causing me to crumple to the floor.

Here we go again...

          "Look at me, cocksucker!" Kyle slams his fist into my jaw, throwing me sideways with the force of the punch. I don't dare to move, for fear of things getting worse than they already are. Hearing quiet laughter, I glance up to notice he's not alone. Two of his little slaves are standing behind him, watching and waiting. Kyle glances at the two.
            "Get him on the wall." The two dimwitted brutes don't hesitate to comply, picking me up by my arms and holding me against the wall. Kyle's expression is that of a predator whose cornered it's helpless prey.
He then takes my glasses, snapping them into two pieces and dropping them to the ground. He proceeds to stomp on them, resulting in the crunch of plastic and glass being broken. He returns his attention to me.
            "Your mom should've swallowed you, faggot. Now I'm gonna make you wish you were dead." He slams his fist into my face, breaking my nose. I let out a quiet squeak of pain.

This isn't normal. What happened, why is he so mad this time? He's gonna fucking kill me!

He grins, noticing my crooked nose and quickly swelling eye. He repeats, except for his fist connecting with my ribs. This also results in a sickening crunch. Kyle and his pair of mindless heathens continue their relentless beating until just a few minutes before the bell rings. At a glance from Kyle, his dogs drop me, the three of them quickly walking off as the bell sounds, signaling the end of the class period.