"Why don't you just die?" Zack screamed. "No one really likes you, they just pretend because they feel sorry for you!" Zack didn't care that Cody was crying his eyes out, or that the whole class was staring – in fact, he barely noticed.
"Mom said I'm just as good as you…' Cody said in a small voice, amid his sniffled sobs. Zack snorted derisively.
"Yeah? At what – being a loser?" Cody stood up, tears still streaming down his blotchy face. He picked up his bags and ran out of the classroom, not daring to look anyone in the eye.
Cody ran into the boys' toilets and wept silently for the next ten minutes. No one followed him. Perhaps they don't like me… Cody thought dumbly when he ran out of tears to shed. Overcome by a sudden surge of adrenaline, Cody smashed his fist into the mirror on the wall. It splintered and cracked, sending shards of glass deep into his hand.
When Cody turned back to the door, he saw a dark haired girl about his own age. "This is the boys' toilets," Cody said quietly, the anger at his brother still clear in his voice.
"You're hurt!" the girl said, staring at his hand. "You need to see the nurse!" Blood dripped silently as Cody simply stood there. It occurred to him that this girl was actually quite attractive. She moved toward Cody and took his bleeding hand. Cody gulped. She was far more than attractive.
"It's not that bad," she said.
"Wha-…"
"Your hand," she smiled. Cody suddenly remembered he was in a bad mood. He stormed out of the toilets without a second glance at the girl, and headed begrudgingly in the direction of the nurse's office.
"Holy Hell!" the nurse cried when she saw his hand. "What the hell d'you think you were doing, boy?" Cody simply scowled as he allowed his hand to be cleaned up. "You're lucky, they're very clean cuts. She bandaged up his hand and sent him on his way, just as the bell went.
Cody decided to walk home rather than get the bus, as he didn't think he could face the people on the bus. After three hours and several detours to avoid some dodgy looking guys, Cody arrived back at the Tipton.
"Ah, Cody!" Mr Moseby said, strolling up to whom he thought was the lesser of two evils. Cody barely restrained himself from slugging him in the gut – a three hour ramble in the pouring rain can dampen anyone's spirits, especially if they've cut open their hand and been told to die by their twin. Cody stepped into the elevator, and immediately pressed the button to shut the door.
"Hello again," the girl said, Cody just grimaced. "You weren't on the bus, Cody!" she scolded.
"How the hell do you know my name?" he snarled.
"Who doesn't? I'm Kay, by the way."
"Well, Kay, I'm afraid-…" Kay grabbed Cody by the shoulders and pulled him into a deep kiss.
"What on Earth do you think you're doing?" Cody yelled, as the doors opened to the very surprised face of Mr Moseby. Kay slipped out under Moseby's arm, as he turned on Cody.
"I sometimes ask myself that very question," Moseby said, "but right now I am asking you not to traipse mud through my lobby!"
"Bite me." Cody pushed Moseby out of the elevator and quickly pressed the button. As the elevator ascended to his floor, he thought about how he had spoken to Kay – perhaps he had been too hard on her…oh well, nevermind.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, hopefully the next chapter will be longer...