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I felt this chapter went great. :) R&R

Jeff

Websterville High. A school that was in the middle of nowhere. A school where no rules were enforced. In this school all types of people wander the halls. Nerds. Preps. Jocks. Geeks. Gays. Social Outcasts. And there is Jeff. A kid who nobody paid attention to. Only to bully. And this is his story.

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Dressed in tight black skinny jeans, pink Converse and a pink Hollister shirt, Jeff stood by his locker gathering his books, his black rimmed glasses nearly slipping off his face. He barely had time to acknowledge the boys coming tword him until he felt himself and his books being shoved to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where your going fag!"

"Damn! Why are fags always in the way?"

Jeff looked up through his haze and saw Nick and Wes looking down at him, pointing and laughing. He didn't understand why they were so mean to him. He was just getting his books from his locker like everyone else around here. His train of thought stopped when he felt a foot being shoved into his stomach. He curled up into a ball, with his face hidden in case they decided to kick him there. Hes already had his nose broke 5 times. He felt hands pick him up and before he knew it he was shoved against the lockers hard. He gasp as the locker handle shoved hard into his back. He slumped to the floor and watched Nick and Wes high five then walk off.

He sat there for about 3 minutes, watching all the kids walk past him. None helped him. None came to see if he was okay. He slowly reached over to grab his glasses. He slipped them on his face then focused on getting up. It was painful, but when he finally managed to stand he gathered his books and made his was to History.

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The sound of the bell broke Jeff out of his sleep. He yawned, gathered his books then proceeded to walk to the bathroom. Splashing water on his face, he heard the door being opened, shut then locked. As he looked over he saw Nick. And he wouldn't lie and say he wasn't scared.

Nick terrified him. He was strong, loads of muscles on his short frame. He may be short but he was ten times bigger then Jeff. His hands were larger compared to Jeff's more feminine ones. He was built like an NFL star, while Jeff was built like a ballerina. His feet where shoved into worker boots, while Jeff's were placed in small Converse. His legs were covered in jeans, baggier and looser than Jeff's skin tight ones. He wore shirts that showed off his abs, while Jeff wore neon colors to accent his skin. He wore thick jackets of leather, while Jeff wore small Hollister jackets. He wore leather biker gloves and Jeff wore small gloves he bought from Hot Topic. He had naturally dark hair, while Jeff bleached his every month. Nick was tan, while Jeff was albino pale. They both had hazel eyes, but Nick's were more menacing. Nick had stubble, while Jeff couldn't even grown a single hair on his body except for his head. Nick was a jock. Jeff was an outcast. They were different in every way possible.

Jeff barley had time to register the words "Hey Fag" before he was picked up and shoved against the bathroom mirror. He winced as the glass shards cut into his back. He saw Nick's fist raised and shut his eyes, waiting for the blow. Before he knew it, the fist came in contact with his face. He gasp as he felt warm blood drip from his nose and before he could even register that the back of his head hurt, he was thrown from the sink to the floor.

He felt someone grab at his shirt and rWes was in the bathroom too. He felt his shirt being pushed up and knife running along his back. As he felt cuts being carved into his back he looked up to see Nick standing in front of him. Jeff grabbed at his feet, hoping that he might help him. He had no clue why he thought that. Could it be the sorrow that he saw in Nick's eyes? He continued to try to grab his feet as the pain in his lower back got worse.

"Wes, stop. Hes had enough." Jeff perked up at those words.

"Dude, are you defending the fag?" He felt the knife digging deeper with those words.

"No. Dude. We don't want to make a scene."

"Fine man. I'm leaving. You coming?" Jeff felt the knife sliding off his back and he took a deep breathe.

"I need to piss. Ill catch up with you." And with that Wes left, leaving him and Nick in the bathroom.

Jeff closed his eyes and willed his breathing to slow. He could barely breathe with the pain in his back. He heard paper towels being torn and water running. He jumped when he felt them being pressed to his back. He tried to crawl away but was stopped by the feel of Nick's hands being pressed to his upper back, keeping him down. He closed his eyes, confused. He felt the hands and towels being removed and heard Nick digging through his bag. He saw him remove band aids from his bag. He heard the paper being torn apart and then felt the band aids being pressed to his skin. Three minutes later Nick was done. He stood with his bag, looked at Jeff and left without a single word.

Jeff slowly sat up and looked to the door. He had no clue what just happened.

I'm so mean to Jeff. :(

& I did so much detailed writing in this.