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Max winced as his shoulder pulled when he slowed down. The teen stopped in front of the open door to Mr. Anderson's class-room. 'This is the third time I've been late. Damn it, this is not how I wanted to start my week or year. Fuck Cecil for making me late again, I hate him and his damned friends.'
Inhaled a deep breath and walked into the long black-haired man's room. Everyone in the history class turned to look at him, while he glared at Cecil. Who smirked and mouthed "Stupid blondie" at him. He refused to give in to the urge to launch himself at the bald, pale teen.
Shifted under the teacher's understanding gray-eyes and apologized before he sat down. Reflectively looked around for his old friends Trinity and Matt. Then he remembered they didn't hang out with his kind of people. Of course, they had to find out when he needed them most. Their dark-gray and brown-eyes drifted away from him as he got a peice of paper out for the notes. 'This might be the crappiest year of my life but I'm not going to fail. I've got enough problems without doing this all over again.'
By the time first period was over his shoulder started to hurt so badly, he was surprised he could move.
Time flew by in a pained blur until he stood in an alley across from the school. Cecil and his friends Dillon and Brandon stood in front of him. Cecil, Dillon and Brandon were shorter then him but the twins looked like they could punch through a wall, much-less him, easily.
Cecil crossed his arms "Well, well blondie. Looks like we're alone again and this time there's no Mr. Anderson to save you."
Brandon sneered at him "So, how many times it'd take before he agreed to save your sore ass yesterday ?"
'Those, those fucks how dare they. The only person I can trust besides Mom and they... '
He snapped back "It didn't take any. Can't say the same for you, Brandon. Cecil's already dominated you and Dillion. That probably took what, two times?"
Max pushed blond-hair out of brown-eyes and then started to back away from the bullies. Turned on his heel and ran the other-way he just managed to get out, but Dillon was faster than he looked. Grunted as the huge, red-haired teen crushed the breath out of him. Felt blood run from either his lips or nose as Dillon pulled him up. Got shoved up against the wall, even though it was useless he still struggled. Cecil grinned as he started to black-out from pain.
A voice broke in, "Cecil, what do you think you're doing ?"
'What's Mr. Anderson doing here ?'
Felt himself being dropped and more surprisingly caught. Had time to think 'Who's that ?' as he saw a pair of beautiful ice-blue eyes. Just before he passed out.