4A/N: alright! second chapter! hope you guys like! Please review!
I just barely made it to my first period class when the bell rang.
Multiple students sat around, sitting on each other's desks or their seats.
I shuffled my way through the mini crowd of kids to the back of the room.
The teacher entered the room a few seconds later and class started.
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An hour and a half of calculus sure does put my mind to sleep. So when the bell rang for the end of class, I gladly got out of there.
My second period class was Gym; all the way on the other end of the school, so I pushed my way through the throng of students aplenty in the hallways. Let me tell you, that's not an easy task. I moved to the edges of the crowd, squeezing alongside the lockers.
Being short and small came in handy sometimes.
As I headed down the hallway, dreading having to go to P.E., I noticed a familiar spiky haired head heading in my direction.
Lowering my head, wishing I could melt into the lockers, I quickened my pace. But it was pointless.
A sudden force slammed me against the lockers like a punching bag. My shoulder hit a locker full force.
"Hey, faggot!" a voice sneered at me.
Looking back, I saw my mortal enemy, Chu Sang, walking backwards facing me, staring me down with a deadly glare as if to challenge me.
I looked forward so fast I swear I pulled a tendon. With quick steps I continued my way to class.
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Today in P.E. we were swimming.
But thanks to my father and his gullable-ness, I was able to get out of it.
A simple doctor's note signed by my dad explained that my asthma forbid me to do any rigorous work. Don't worry, it wasn't a lie.
Reaching into my front pocket, I felt the small inhaler that had come in handy so many times before.
Sitting on the benches across from the pool, I pulled out my sketchbook. Sketching was one of my favorite pastimes. It eases my mind off of my daily troubles such as my secret crush on Nick and Chu, who I would rather love to see suffer for once.
Turning to a blank page in my notebook I began to sketch the trees outside through the windows. It was springtime, and the grass and trees were especially colorful this month. Starting from the base of one of the trees that stuck out the most to me, I drew with great detail and precision, even adding the nests that were tucked between the branches.
My peace was short lived.
I was looking down at my drawing when a shadow fell across the page. Already guessing whom it was, I slowly looked up.
"Hey, faggot, whatch'ya doin?"
It was Chu.
Beside him, his two goons, Reggy and Kyle. All three of them stood, arms crossed and intimidating, around me.
Ignoring them, and trying to calm my racing heart, I returned to my sketch.
"Hey, I asked what you were doin, faggot." Chu's hand slapped the side of my head.
Risking a glance, I looked around the poolroom. Most of the students were swimming, or off on the other side of the pool, probably ignoring the scene that was going on right across from them. The teacher was nowhere to be seen.
I involuntarily gulped.
"Nothing." I mumbled in a whisper.
Chu laughed. "Really? 'Cause it looks like you are. Unless my eyes are seeing things. Am I seeing things faggot?" Reggy let out a snicker, and Chu gave him a menacing glance. He shut up. "Well, faggot?" he said, returning to me.
What was with the faggot? I wondered.
This is exactly why I wasn't openly gay. It was because of Chu that I dreaded coming to school. And I really didn't feel like getting beat up today, so I gave him the answer he wanted to hear.
"No. You aren't seeing things."
He smiled. "I thought so." He glanced down at my sketch.
"So what'ya drawing?"
"A tree." Man, I really need to grow some balls and stick up to this guy. Well, that was as likely as Chu just walking away and never coming back or either getting Nick to notice me.
Sadly, neither looked possible.
"Well looky here, the little faggot can draw a tree." Chu said in a mock tone of a little kid. "Mind if I take a look at it?"
Before I could say anything, the notebook was swiped from my hands.
"Hey! Give that back!" I hollered. It was like yelling at a brick wall.
"Reggy, Kyle. You think this thing floats?" Chu mocked. I stood up as fast as I could, but not fast enough. Chu held my sketchbook high up, clear out of my reach.
"Chu, give it back!" it was like kindergarten all over again, when Chu had taken my inhaler. "Seriously! This is childish, even for you!" I shouldn't have said that.
"Really?" he asked, pretending to look hurt. "Well maybe I am a child." He raised my notebook higher as I lunged for it.
"Ugh! Give. It. Back." I said, teeth clenched.
If only I'd been a little taller. Tougher. Braver.
Then what happened next never would've happened.
Chu threw his hand back and catapulted my notebook into the pool. A small splash resonated with the book as it hit the water and sank.
"My sketches!" I ran to the side of the pool, falling to my knees and gazing into the clear bluish water. All of my sketches ruined!
Behind me, I heard Chu say to Reggy and Kyle: "Come on. Let the baby faggot cry over his little pictures." I heard their receding footsteps and wished to all of Hell he would just drop dead.
It was final.
I hated Chu.