I woke up like everyday. Same routine everyday, messing up the buttons on my shirt, walking to school, and getting my books from my locker.
Today was different though.
When I got to my locker Craig was there. He has the locker next to mine and normally we aren't there at the same time. I tried to ignore him as he made out with his supposed girlfriend.
As I got my books, Clyde came over to Craig's locker. He was with Token at the time, I was just hoping they'd ignore me.
They were talking about some party that Clyde was throwing this weekend, no surprise when this was the first I was hearing of it.
I started to walk away when I hear, "Where ya going, spaz?" I freeze in place and spin on my heel to face Clyde. He has a stupid smirk on his face.
"E-English..." I say. Staring at Token and Craig. Token looks sympathetic and Craig looks confused, but like he doesn't care at the same time.
Clyde laughs, "But we haven't chatted yet." He empathizes 'chatted.'
"Y-y-you seemed b-busy ngh talking to t-them..." I say backing up slightly.
"Why are you in such a rush, spaz?" Clyde asks.
"I-I don't want to be gah late!" I scream and run away.
I hear someone laughing behind me, but I don't want to know who it was. I know that Clyde's probably going to get me for this later. I don't want to think about it.
I went to the bathroom before lunch, like always. To no surprise, Clyde followed me there.
"Hey, spaz," he greeted.
I don't say anything. I know what's coming next and it's better to just not say anything.
"Oh, so now you don't feel like talking?" He says rhetorically, "You sure wanted to talk this morning."
Before I can say anything, Clyde punches me in the face. He hit me straight in the eye, an I know there's going to be a bruise.
I fall to the floor an clutch my eye. "Pussy," I hear Clyde whisper as he continues to beat me up. As I lay in the ground and he kicks my stomach, I cover my head with my arms and cry.
Clyde continues to mock me as I cry on the floor. Eventually, the bell rings and he scuffs and leaves.
I remain on the floor sobbing. I get up and head into a stall and throw up. I go and lean against the stall divider and continue to cry. I cry so hard I don't realize that someone came into the bathroom.
I hear a knock on the stall door. I silence my self and look over to the door, "Are you okay?" Asks a monotone voice.
I stare at the door, "J-just amazing, r-right now. G-go away."
"Well, that's not the answer I was expecting," the voice says.
"W-what do you want?" I pause and think, "If you're h-here to be a d-dick then y-you can just l-leave now."
Then the voice laughs, "No, that wasn't what I came in here for."