Author's note:
This is a work of fiction base on characters from Naruto. I do not own the characters.
"He loves me.."
*BAM*
"He loves me not.."
*POW*
"He loves me.."
I leaned against the locker room wall, badly bruised. My oppressors took their turns wailing on me, punching, kicking, spitting. I was helpless, no one to come to my aid. I looked through swelled eyes at Kiba, leading the boys in their barrage. He smirked that cocky side grin, and the last thing I remember was his fist coming at my face.
I woke up on the cold tile floor of the locker room with a pounding headache. I pulled myself to my feet and stumbled to the mirror to check the damage. My face was swollen, and bleeding in one spot. My back felt sore. I pulled up my sweatshirt to see it was pretty bruised from their kicks. I touched it and winced at the pain.
"Shit. They really did a number on me this time."
I let my sweatshirt drop back down, and I pulled my hood up over my head, walking out of the locker room.
This had become a regular occurrence after school. No matter which way I tried to sneak out, they would find me. Kiba and his goons. I was their favorite toy to wail on. I always felt like I was a walking target. I was the only "out of the closet" boy at my school, and they loved to hate that. I have probably gotten beat up in every room in this school. When my mother found out, she wanted to transfer me to another school. My father told me that needed to stick up for myself, fight back. I tried, once, and only once. It only made them beat me harder.
I walked out of the now empty hallways towards the soccer field. I always walked home since I got out of school before my parents got out of work. This was the most secluded way home, behind the bleachers and through the woods.
As I passed behind the second bank of bleachers, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me underneath. A cold hand covered my mouth before I could let out my panicked shriek.
"Shhhhh.." He let me go, and I turned around to see Kiba.
"What the Fuck dude."
He came in closer. "You talk too much." He wrapped his hands around my head and pulled me into a kiss.
Okay, I know what you are thinking, but just hear me out. Let me explain how we came to be in this situation. I'll start from the beginning.