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Jayy

This was a new record for me. I'd had detention on my first day of school before, but never within the first half hour. I'd normally get to third or forth hour before the teachers realized I was a trouble maker. What else was I going to do? That kid was being a bully, so I stood up for myself and for David.

Although, David didn't happen to see it that way.

"I can't believe you got me put in detention." He grumbled from his seat two chairs away from me. I kept looking at him, but he never met my eyes. So instead of talking to him, I just looked at him. He had mostly black hair, but there were streaks of green, pink, and yellow in it, and his eyes were hazel. He was wearing a Motley Crüe t-shirt and tight jeans, and his backpack was plain...so very plain.

Finally, I spoke up. "Why didn't you defend yourself?"

He shot a death glare my way. "Because that's not what you do here. You don't stand up for yourself, because that just makes the bullying worse. You think what you said will make them shut their big mouths? It won't. Now they're going to give me hell and call me a fucking faggot on top of everything else!"

"What's wrong with faggots?" I asked defensively.

"I'm not one, that's what wrong with them!"

"Well I am." I said quietly. I looked down at my feet and took a deep breath. David went silent for a moment before saying, "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

I laughed under my breath, but it wasn't one of those happy laughs. It was an upset, sarcastic laugh. "I get it, you hate being bullied. But if you ever want it to stop, you're going to have to stand up for yourself. You can't live your life in fear of them. So you're different from everyone else? Embrace the hell out of that shit. It makes you unique, man."

David looked at me like I'd just given him words straight from Leonardo DiVinic's mouth. "You think I'm unique?"

"Look at you," I laughed. "The only thing normal about you is that damn backpack."

David laughed too. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. The receptionist told us the principle was ready to see us, and as we walked through his door, I leaned over to the short David, and whispered, "By the way, call me Jayy."