Disclaimer: I don't own Queer as Folk — that privilege has been granted to CowLip, Showtime, Russell T. Davies, and others. sighs Sadly, I don't own Brian or Justin — Brian owns Justin, and Justin owns Brian. Heh.
Summary: AU, a high school fic. They think the know him, they all believe that they've got him pegged. They are all sorely mistaken. Justin is an outcast at St. James Academy — just the way he likes it. Shunned and ridiculed by his peers, Justin remains indifferent, and pours himself into his artwork. However, things aren't as they seem; Justin's got his own secrets, some that could deeply affect the lives of others. So, how will the appearance of a mysterious, hazel-eyed new student change Justin's life? Fic is hopefully better than the summary.
Ratings: PG-13 at the moment, will eventually be R.
Genres: U.S. QaF, Slash, Angst, AU, General / Other / Misc, Drama, Romance
Warnings: Violence, Justin/Other, References to Child Abuse, Abuse, Child Abuse, References to Abuse, character's are slightly OOC for plot purposes.
High School Sweethearts
Chapter 1
Prologue
Smack.
Clang.
He gasps in pain as his back hits the cold, unforgiving metal of a locker. The combination lock digs into the small of his back, an angry purple bruise undoubtedly forming. Crying out in pain, he desperately struggles to fight back. Two beefy hands tightly grasp his shoulders, preventing any movement, as jagged nails dig deeper into his pale skin. A punch is landed to his stomach, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He coughs and sputters, only to feel the sharp pain of a slap to his face. He thinks they're throwing insults at him, but he can't be sure — the ringing in his ears seems to be overpowering all other sounds. A slight coppery liquid invades his taste buds. Now he's vaguely aware of the blood trickling down his chin from a freshly split lip.
"That'll teach you, faggot!"
Cruel laughter reverberates off the walls, echoing down the corridor and embedding itself in his head. It is the same malicious cackle which haunts him day in and day out. Even in thought, and always in slumber.
"Catch you later, Taylor." The name is sneered, with extra emphasis, as if it brings a vile taste to his tormenter's taste buds.
With a final kick to his right shin, Justin is left lying on the cold marble floor of St. James Academy. Moaning slightly, Justin collects his books, and indifferently heads to the bathroom to clean up, as if getting the shit beat out of him is an everyday occurrence.
Which it is.
Knowing that he was extremely late for sixth period, Justin hurries along, splashing water over his discolored face, not bothering to look in the mirror. He has no need to—Justin knows exactly what he would see in the mirror's reflection:
A tormented stranger.
Author's Notes
Well? What do you think? I just randomly wrote it today. I know, it's extremely short. It's meant to be, and other chapters will be longer. Promise. This is not my best work by far, but I'm trying out a new writing style. Anyways, let me know if I should continue. It's going to be yet another high school fic — hopefully my plot will be at least slightly different from all the other high school stories in the Queer as Folk fandom. Constructive crticism is greatly appreciated!
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