Author's note: It's finally up!! I am so sorry that it took so long to put up. I have been writing this fanfiction all summer in a notebook but finding time to type it on the computer is rather difficult. Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews. You have motivated me to find time to work on this fanfic. Thanks so much!
Chapter 2
By mid-year, the rumors had done their fair share of circulation: Ian and I were bi, dating each other between others of the same sex, we were both drug addicts, we were insane, mentally unstable. Things were getting out of hand. All our group could do was pray for a miracle or the end of the school year, whichever came first. We all longed for summer, but dreaded our junior year when the fights would get worse, the taunts would continue. And continue they did.
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The football jocks gained a new player during our junior year. His name was Leonard Baynes. He fit in with them well. He was bulky, dimwitted, smart-mouthed, and rude. He was an incredible football player, automatically gaining the respect of the entire school, and the hatred from us.
"Who's this kid?" Leonard asked on of his teammates at lunch.
"That's Ian. He's weird." was the short explanation.
As Ian joined the lunch line, the football players followed him. Leonard tried to cut ahead of Ian, but Ian stood him up.
"Watch your place, man," Ian said, regaining his place in line.
"You watch it!" Leonard said roughly, shoving Ian to the back.
"Now boys," Boltz said in a fake girly teacher voice. "Play nice. We're all going to the same place, after all."
"No he's not!" Leonard countered back. "He's going to Hell!"
Ian raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "And you're not?"
Leonard had snapped. The boy had an awful temper. Turning to face Ian, he landed a punch squarely to Ian's solar-plexus, knocking his breath out. The boys rolled out of the line, Leonard punching and kicking every part of Ian's skinny body he could get to.
A teacher from down the hall heard the commotion and came running, her high-heels making a clicking early warning sound against the tiles. Leonard quickly stood up and pretended to be helping Ian up off the ground.
"What is going on here?" The teacher asked.
Leonard grinned. "He just tripped. Here," He said, offering a hand to Ian.
Ian refuses his help. Instead, he stood up by himself, wincing in pain and gasping for breath. The teacher gave Leonard a strange look but said nothing about Ian's condition.
With Leonard's help, the jocks were able to terrorize more of our group that ever. The fights and treats got so bad, that people started leaving: dropping their black clothes and piercings and adopting a new look along with a new group. Norman joined the geeks along with a few others. They weren't much better off, but at least they had the satisfaction of not being associated with Ian Snyder.
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I walked down the hallway with Ian. We had to stick together for security. There were only two of us left, making it easier for the jocks to terrorize us at ever corner.
Someone behind me yanked a strand of my long red hair. I turned around, only to be shoved away from Ian and into the lockers. My cellphone fell from my bag. I reached for it, but Todd Kramer stuck out his foot, snaping my cell in half.
"Leave her alone!" Ian said threateningly to Kramer.
"What are you going to do?" Kramer laughed. He turned back to me. "Get out of here, freak."
"Leave her alone, Kramer!" Ian said again, stepping in and shoving Todd away from me. "When are you going to grow up?"
Kramer looked around for any of his fellow football players. Seeing none, he backed away. "Watch your back, Snyder," he said as he retreated down the hallway.
Ian put his hand on my shoulder. "Are you ok?"
I shrugged. "Yeah. I'm just sick of this. It's been almost three years of high school. You'd think they would grow up."
Ian picked up the pieces of my mangled phone. "You should report this to the office."
I laughed bitterly. "Yeah, right. They wont care. If they don't care bout the well-being of students, they're not going to care about my phone." I pocketed the pieces of my phone. "I just hope my mom doesn't find out. She'll care. Well, about the phone..."
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"Bring it! Bring it!" Ian said quietly as the football players passed our lunch table.
"Don't encourage them!" I said, sketching an angel.
"I'm in a fighting mood today," he said, flexing his muscles. "And besides, what's the worst they can do to us?"
"Good attitude," I commented absently, adding on the wings. Someone snatched the paper out from underneath my pen. "Hey!" I said sharply, turning around.
"This is nice," Boltz commented sarcastically.
"Thanks," I said dryly, trying to grab the paper back. I failed. Curse my shortness.
"Hey Snyder! This going to be your next tattoo? It seems your type: it's even girlier that the last one!"
"Shut up," Ian said, suddenly sounding tired. He had heard these insults too many times for it to be worth fighting over.
Boltz slapped Ian in the face. "What did yous say to me?"
"I said shut up, you f-ing douche," Ian snarled, looking Boltz straight in the eyes.
"Say that to my face!" Boltz said. It seemed like that was the only comeback he knew.
"I believe I just did."
Then the beatings came. I just closed my eyes, willing for it to be over. But it was far from being over...
