Science. (Peterick AU)

The Bully (Chapter 1)

(A/N YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK TO GET THE COVER OF THIS STORY RIGHT OH MY GOD. ILY. ~Samantha~)

*Patrick's POV*

Just another day. An ordinary day. More like an ordinary day of hell, or as these fucked up people call 'the public school system.' What they do is if you have cuts, they tell you to cover them up. When you cover it up, they question if you have cuts and make you roll up your sleeves to check. It's so idiotic. I can't wear short sleeves without getting a referral. If I want to wear short sleeves, I have to wear a lot of bracelets. Yet they still check for cuts. I hate it.

Seniors have something called "Freshman Friday." They go around and mess with every freshman they can get their hands on. I'm not even one anymore and I still get beat twice as hard. I'm used to it, though. My nose has been broken countless times, and I have gotten so many black eyes and bruises I wear makeup to cover it. I'm just the kid no one likes. The kid everyone picks on. The one who hears "faggot" more than his own name.

As I walk through the gates of the school, I see everyone laughing and whispering to each other. Just ignore them, Patrick, they're just assholes, I thought. I made it to first period unbeaten thank God.

"Good morning, everyone," my science teacher, Mrs. Dukes said. "We have a new student today. Class, this is Peter."

"I go by Pete," he corrected her.

He's perfect. His hair, his eyes, everything. I found myself staring at him, I just hope he didn't notice.

"Um, Pete, why don't you sit by Patrick," Mrs. Dukes told him.

Great. Thanks for drawing attention to me. My biggest bullies are in this class with me, so I try and stay quiet. This day was perfectly okay so far, I knew it wouldn't last long.

"Hey," Pete whispered.

"Hi," I cowered a little.

"So you're Patrick, right?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

He seems nice. What are you saying, Patrick? He probably already knows about me. He's nice out of pity. He feels bad for you. He doesn't like you. Who would like a person like you? I thought. I mean, some people don't see me as a real person. They see me as a worthless "fag" rather than a human being. What is he's one of them? What if he's trying to get close to me just to humiliate me? He wants to take advantage of me.

"Hello?" Pete whispered, snapping his fingers in my face.

How long did I zone off?

"Hm?" I snapped out of it.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Sort of," I mumbled.

Before I knew it, science class was over. I headed to history class, Miss Faulkner. She is probably one of the few people who actually like me. I was walking down the hallway to the back forty, where my class is. I felt a hand grab my arm. Said hand flung me up against the wall. I opened my eyes to see the one and only Jason Male. (sorry Jason I had to >.< ~Sam~)

"What the fuck do you want, Jason?"

He didnt reply, but he loosened his grip on me a bit. I took the chance and shook out of his arms.

"Where're ya goin faggot?" He said.

I didn't answer, and kept on going. I made it to class safely, but late. Do I care? No.

"Patrick, why are you late?" Miss Faulkner asked, her soft voice filled with concern.

I looked around, to see Pete sitting next to my seat. Oh. My. God.

"Whatever, just go sit down, sweetheart," she told me.

Oh, joy. I get to sit next to him. He put a folded piece of paper on my desk.

Hi.

Hello.

Not to be nosy, but why were you late?

Some dickhead of a senior.

Well, are you okay?

Yeah, I did'n't get beaten to a pulp.

That's good. I moved to this school because I was bullied.

Why?

No reason.

Tell me.

The bell rang after that. Why would someone bully him? He's perfect. He'll never actually like someone like me, though. I'm just ugly and stupid. No wonder why everyone hates me. I trudged down the hallway deep in my thoughts when Jason yanked me towards him.

"Hey faggot," he gave an evil smirk.

I just sighed and took my punishment. I sat there while he kicked me in the stomach. I was silent when he punched me in the face. Yes, I did want it to end. I'm not afraid, though. I laid on my side wondering when this will end. It's only been about a minute, but it feels like hours. One kick in the face and everything went black.

• • •

"He's awake!" I heard someone yell.

Where am I?

"Mom?" I whimpered.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" She questioned.

"Where am I?"

"You're at the hospital, honey."

"Why am I here?"

"Jason. Your friend found you and called an ambulance."

I looked over to my right to see Pete sitting in the chair next to me. Oh. My. God. I just met this kid and he's all over me. What. The. Fuck.

"How long am I going to be here?"

"Probably overnight," Pete said.

"Lovely," I sighed.

I can't believe Jason. He left me hospitalized. Why does this happen to me? This is stupid. Life is stupid. If God cares about every single one of us, where's my love? If anything, he obviousy hates me. Just like majority of all people. I'm sure most of the people outside of the majority are faking it. I'm surprised they even put up with me.

(A/N hallo once again. I know this kinda sucked but bare with me. Um, guys I wasn't planning on posting this until I finished writing it, but I haven't so I might not update that often. I'm determined to finish this motherfucker so I won't let you down. ILY. ~Samantha~)