Everyday was the same routine that he had to go through. Everyday seeing him always smiling away not even knowing his existence in the world. Everyday he wanted to feel safe, wanted to be notice by him. Wanting more, but...he knew it could never even thinking about him made him blush even more than he usually does. As he walk passed the halls a million times before. He just stopped by his locker, opening and grabbing with ever books he needed for his start of the day. Sighing to himself, he just wish this time was different. His thoughts were broken as he was being slammed against the lockers, his books fell out of his hands. Holding himself together, which he was failing at he saw the group before him. Always taunting him, bullying, these people were not to be messed with. Everyone was afraid of them, he just got the first bit of the day. Feeling the leaders foot on his stomach as he was chuckling down at him, he whimpered to himself. His eyes fixated at him, making him shivering beneath.
"It seems you're right on time than usual Robbie Rotten." Robbie looked up at the leader, his name fumbled under his breath as he felt his foot going in deeper.
"Stop..please.."
"Or what? You can't do anything. You're useless Robbie, rotten even, but don't worry." he spitted at him letting go of his foot off of him. Robbie gasp silently, before looking down on the ground. "You belong to us now, Robbie." with that he snapped his fingers as the group leaving him. The Mayhem Gang, they rule the school and were feared by everyone in it, including him. They targeted him, because he was weak and they were right. Robbie didn't want to believe it, he knew better than that to himself, but actually telling them off was never going to happened. Robbie breath in and out, he wanted to sit there and cry himself to sleep. The pain in his stomach wasn't good, but he's been through worst. He kept thinking to himself on why bother coming to school, it was like a record was playing over and over again. The same, nothing different, his thoughts were broken when a pair of feet stood in front of him. He knew those boots all too well, Robbie looked up seeing the face, he wished he have. Soft blond waves above his head with dark brown peak at the bottom as his sparkling blue eyes glimmer in the light, his lips moved again as he was talking to him. Robbie blinked a few times and hopefully he didn't see his blush.
"Let me help you, Robbie." his thick accent of his made him weak in the knees, seeing his hand reaching out to him, Robbie gulped a little, before taking it. The man pulled him up to his feet, dusting him off. Robbie blush grew bigger, trying to hide it the best that he can.
"Thanks.." he was pleased at he helped him, but if he were here earlier it would have been better. The man smiled at him, before picking up his books and handing it to him. Robbie thanked him again, taking the books and placing them on his side.
"Names Sportacus. You're in a few of my classes."
"I know who you are, Sportacus. Thank you once again, but I must be on my way now." Robbie shut his locker and rushed out of the situation he was in. Breathing in and out, calming his nerves the very best that he can. He couldn't believe it, Sportacus talked to him, better yet help him up. "Sportacus.." he muttered to himself. He smiled at him, he smiled at a Rotten. His crush in the whole school was the major all star gymnast, transfer over from Iceland into a little old town called Lazytown. Robbie sat in his seat seeing Sportacus flipping inside the class. Heading over in his seat that was diagonal from Robbies. Robbie picked up his book, pretending to read, Sportacus was always a little show off from time to time. He could hear him, telling people how he got the way he was. No shock from there, Robbie peaking over seeing the girls swoon over him, while the guys getting jealous of the guy. He could never have that with him, besides he thought to himself.
'Who could ever love….a rotten…'.