Not everyone has friends, and certainly not everyone gets along with each other. There was a teen, Jay, who didn't exactly have any friends or talk to anyone. He was an outcast, a loner, but it wasn't his fault. No one liked him because he was different...

Jay was pushed against the lockers, "You're so pathetic, Jay." Chad maliciously laughed as he gave a kick to him at his ribs. Jay coughed by the impact as he watch Chad and his goons leave.

"Asshole..." He whispered, slowly trying to get up by leaning against the locker. Jay hated high school, it was nothing but bullying, torture, and cruel remarks. Grabbing his backpack that was thrown at the ground, he started to walk, well, stagger out of school.

As he arrived to his small house, Jay entered inside his home, only to see a huge pile of mess everyone. And, no sign of his father anywhere. Great. "He left again." His father, Jafar, was hardly home due to selling illegal items and merchandise to people, leaving Jay to clean up after him. It'll take days before Jafar comes back, if Jay is lucky enough.

He walked towards the refrigerator and opened it. And, to his disappointment there was only a half of gallon of milk, a moldy sandwich, and an apple. It was practically empty. Jay is going to starve to death by the time his father comes back. He was just grateful he eats in school.

Grabbing the apple, Jay headed to his room as he ate. He'll clean the mess tomorrow, all he wanted to do was rest from the blow Chad gave him. His side was going to be bruised by tomorrow; at least no ribs were broken.

Entering his room, he laid down on his carpet. Jafar was too cheap to buy a bed for Jay so a carpet was all he could get. Jay didn't complain, he was used to it. He would think on the positive side; like he has a pillow, a blanket, and a roof over his head. And, that's more than enough for Jay.

As he got comfortable Jay closed his eyes so he can have wonderful dreams, and just get away from reality.

Jay entered his classroom, barely making it just in time to class. He had trouble getting up this morning and to make matters worse he missed the bus, the day was already going badly. As he walked towards his seat someone stuck out a leg, which caused Jay to fall face flat to the floor.

Laughter filled the classroom. Groaning in pain, Jay glanced up and saw that it was none other than Chad. "You better watch out where you're going!" Jay never felt so humiliated in his whole life; he just wanted to crawl under a rock. Why are people such assholes?

Using his arms to lift himself off the ground, Jay stood up as he sat on his desk. For two years he has been bullied by Chad, Jay was almost going to be seventeen and he is still getting pummeled by a classmate. When will it end?

Jay's not a fighter, he's weak and a coward just like his father, who always runaways from aggressive buyers or debt collectors.

When class begins, Jay merely puts his head down and once again escapes reality. He sees no point in school, or anything really. When class is over the teacher calls Jay, and warns him if he doesn't pick up his grades he'll be repeating eleventh grade again. Mentally rolling his eyes, Jay lies by saying he'll try better next time and leaves the classroom.

As he walked towards the hallway, he sees someone he never seen before? Another teen like himself, but probably younger. Jay halted as he observed him, the mysterious boy had black and white hair, something Jay never seen before. And his outfit was completely different? It's as if the teen was dressed up in the nineties? Black and red leather jacket? Black denim shorts? And, thick boots wore with long, black socks under it? It looked awesome to Jay. Who was he?

Suddenly, someone roughly bumped into Jay. "Move it!" Ignoring the jerk, Jay looked back to see the mysterious boy, but he was gone. Jay frowned, where did he go? He looked around but didn't see any sight of him. It's as if he disappeared?

Sighing, Jay went to the cafeteria to get something to eat. His stomach growled. Unknown to Jay, Chad and his goons were following right behind him.

"Where you going, Jay?" Chad pushed Jay from behind. Jay narrowed his eyes but tried to ignore him, but only received another shove. "I'm talking to you!" Chad scowled. He hated being ignored.

"I can hear you, but can't you see I'm trying to ignore you." Jay spat out, which was a horrible mistake. Next thing he knew he was being dragged out of the cafeteria and into a empty classroom. Chad pushed Jay around, harshly.

"Time to teach you a lesson." He started to hit Jay multiple times on his face, stomach, and ribs. Jay tried so hard to block the punches but he couldn't do it. Chad's fist connected straight to his jaw and another one at his right eye. Jay couldn't go on. Chad landed another blow on his abdomen, which was the worst one.

He tumbled on the hard ground, blood spewing from his mouth. Jay couldn't get up even if he tried; he was in so much pain. He didn't even have the energy to get up, or even sit up. He prayed Chad would stop hurting him.

"Please, stop," Jay coughed up more blood. "I can't take it anymore..." Why does he have to go through this? This torture? He tilted his head to the side as he still lay on the floor. Then he saw the mysterious boy again, standing right by the door.

Jay's eyes widened, then tried to get up but his gaze never left the boy. "It's you," Jay said, completely surprised. Chad and his goons were confused, and looked at the direction Jay was looking at, only to see no one.

"Are you crazy too?" Chad snarled and kicked Jay.

The boy, Carlos, gaped at the sight that bestowed him. But, he was even more surprised when Jay looked directly at him and said "it's you." Can he see Carlos? But it's impossible, right? Yet, Carlos caught Jay staring at him earlier... maybe he can.

Carlos gasped when he saw Chad kicking Jay, who done nothing wrong. He was beginning to get angry as they were hurting him.

Chad stopped hurting Jay when desk around him started to mysterious move around. "What the fuck?" Chad tensed and back away, while his goons got scared and left. "Hey! Wait for me you assholes!" He rushed out, getting freaked out by the moving desks.

Jay coughed as he spited more blood. He was so exhausted and started to see yellow spots. Someone stood in front of Jay, looking up he saw Carlos, who looked terrified. Either by Jay's bloody state, or the fact that Jay could see Carlos. Probably both.

Softly smiling, Jay spoke up. "It's you..." Then he passed out as his arms gave out on holding his upper body. Jay's face collided with the hard tiles as everything went black.

This idea has been in my head all week. Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think on it.