Troubled

Chapter One

Hi! This is the first story ive written in a long ass time, and honestly i might do one chapter and totally forget about it, but hey, cant blame me for trying right? If you enjoy my story, thank you! And if you have any criticism/advice to strengthen my author skills, please PM me! Only constructive criticism and no back handed compliments! If you dont like then story get lost :)
⚠️WARNING! STORY CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, NSFW, GORE, SUICIDE/SELF HARM MENTION, AND OVERALL TRIGGERING THEMES! READ WITH CAUTION⚠️

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Milo's P.O.V

I'm a very smart kid, But I am very unpopular. Because of my intelligence, I go to a prestigious private boarding school full of rich snobby kids who's parents pay for everything they want.

I, and a small group of kids I call "friends", are not so rich and snobby, and are only here on a scholarship awarded to us for our excellent grades.

Normally, my days went by slowly and were boring aside from the relentless bullying I've grown accustomed to.

But today fucking sucks.

I made my way through the busy hallways, trying to avoid my biggest fear and arch nemesis; Brett Lawson.

Brett Lawson was the stereotypical jock that bullied every unpopular kid into insanity.

And I was on the verge of it.

I can't remember why he was chasing me this time, maybe I didn't even do anything and he's just bored.

He's never full on chased me, the most he's done is slam my head into a locker and ridicule me.

Today was different, and he was very pissed.

Whether he was pissed at me or in general and just wanted to take it out on me was debatable. I'm assuming it's the latter, because I haven't done anything recently that would piss him off this much.

I ducked through groups of sweaty, uniformed teenagers, apologizing briefly to a few who I bumped into. I havent been this scared since my mom left, and I'm pretty sure Brent could smell my fear, especially once he caught me and slammed me into the lockers, my head knocking into the metal and causing me to see stars.

"Alright you little twerp. I'm gonna make this beating quick and painful so I don't get in fucking trouble, and you're not gonna be a stupid little narc, right?"

I shook my head to the best of my ability, my vision getting blurry very fast. I still didn't know what he was angry about, i thought for a moment, trying to figure it out when I was suddenly thrown against the floor and kicked in the stomach, making me slam my back into the lockers again.

He kept kicking me, a few in the chest and face but mostly my stomach, almost making me vomit, as a metallic taste touched my tongue, making me spit once he finally stopped.

I looked up, he was smirking crazily, people were crowded around, watching, taking videos, laughing. I was so tired. As I slowly attempted to stand, my knees wobbling in the process, Brett made me look at him.

"There's a lot more where that came from, loser." He spit in my face and sauntered off confidently, making me shake at the thought of being beat up everyday from now on. What got him so violent all of a sudden?