Ghost

A/N: Warning: Self Affliction and Gay love(Bxb) Don't feel comfortable reading anything with those two in it,  then please do NOT read! Also, this is my first Emo story, so I'm sorry if this one feels...Out of place. I do love emos though, so please don't discriminate. Anyway, Enjoy :) 

POV: Isaiah

I wasn't your everyday kid on the block. Or, that popular boy with all those girls. Or, a guy who lives their time wealthy and rich. No, I'm known as the gay emo kid and have been ever since middle school. In reality, It didn't phase me because I knew that I was different from the rest of the kids. But, in the back of my mind, there was something that told me it was all just a dream, and everything would subside eventually. It never did, instead, it got worse. I was pushed and shoved into lockers and bullied while students sat back and laughed, cursing at me and calling me names like "man whore" or "slut".  The teachers see it, yet they don't care. But, wait, once my grades start failing that's when it becomes a no-no. Like what the fuck man? Hell, let's be honest, when did the teachers ever start caring for their students? Say they want to stop bullying, yet they don't do anything to prevent it. Does detention even really help with anything? It just gave bullies another reason to bully and hate. Pathetic.

The worst parts of school was gym...fuck, even the word makes me cringe. Everything about that period was dreadful. Mostly because it involves having to run after a ball or getting sweaty on a track it doesn't only make my straight hair messy, but I just don't have that kind of energy. At the end of gym class, we are required to shower. You could probably imagine what had happened during those times. I get picked on and teased just because I was gay. Being gay didn't mean have sex with every man you see. My school, that's basically what it meant and it was stupid of them for thinking that. Could I stop them from saying it to my face? no, because they are a waste of time, since my scrawny ass was in the five feet range, surrounded by five feet four and taller guys. Yea, it was better for me to ignore it than getting a couple of broken bones. That didn't mean I never took up for myself during and between classes, I guess you could say the bullying, the name-calling never bothered me as much as it did before. After a few weeks of being punched, kicked, and torn apart, I found ways to avoid the idiots and started showering last. I wait for the showers to go empty before I washed up, keeping my hair dry was a challenging part.

There was one man who caught me in the act, that guy was the class president, Ben Reznor. He was emo too, obviously wore black, like me. His hair was jet black and straightened down to his shoulders and blue eyes to meet it. He also had a lip piercing, one accessory you never see Ben without. I would have piercings too if my dad ever fucking let me. I hate my fucking dad. Ben's scent was of licorice, a strong but bitter smell that I have grown addicted to. And his reputation preceded him well, hence the reason why he got voted president. credit, he actually was easily, amazingly attractive. Unlike me, If you saw me in class, you would always see me with headphones in and a hoody. I was the quiet one in the class, usually drawing in my notepad to pass by time. Ben was only in two of my classes, math, and gym. Gym class was my first interaction with Ben. I didn't really know if it was planned of him to take a shower last like me or if he was taking his sweet time in the locker room. But, it was actually kind of scary when Ben walked in as I was showering. He never even looked at me, until he had gone and took his clothes off. I was involuntarily staring at him as he stepped beside me. And then, and only then did he give me a gentle smirk. As quickly as it happened, I turned away. My eyes on the wall in front of me. I should have spoken to him said hi or something. My blood pressure was raising to the roof and I gathered my clothes and ran. Stupid move, I know. I screamed at myself later for it. He was only being friendly and it scared me. Someone who actually noticed me looked in my direction without a rude gesture. And he fuckin smiled at me! Who does that any more?