There he stood; cheerleaders, blondes, brunettes, sluts, nerds—all of them crowding around the high school building. He drew in a deep breath, clutching the strap of his backpack tightly and began walking forward, closely approaching the school. Immediately as he set foot on light, walking out of the shade, all heads turned to look at him. A few girls backed away, some ran, some just stared, and the blondes just shrieked. The guys only laughed and pointed, but some just stood there too shocked to even move.
Thomas looked down, his face turning a bit red out of embarrassment and anger. He growled a bit under his breath, walking a bit closer trying to ignore them all.
"Oh my god, like what the hell's wrong with you?" Tamara, a brunette stood in front of him, as she gaped at him. She wore big diamond earrings, a white long-sleeved skirt, a black short leather skirt and boots. He rolled his eyes, growling again while turning his face away from her so she wouldn't make anymore rude comments on his face.
"Come on, answer me!" She said, eyes narrowing. "Fine, be that way loser."
He continued to walk away from her. She then turned her head and winked at some of her blonde friends and they winked back with giggles. She adjusted the white headband over her head before sneaking up behind him. Suddenly, he was pushed and he collapsed forward falling flat on the dirt ground.
He coughed and spit out dust and dirt, tears welling up in his eyes, as he choked on dust and dirt. He could hear everyone just laughing around him. He glared and narrowed his eyes as he pushed himself to get up—but was only roughly pushed back down. Tamara had her boot on his back, forcing him down preventing him from getting up.
"Get off," he mumbled.
"What was that? I don't think I heard you," she smirked while pushing him down harder. His face was flushed with anger as he reached over on his back. He smirked a bit while feeling her big boot and gripped around it tightly and pulled on it. She almost fell, losing her balance and then glared.
"What's wrong with you? What the hell are you doing?" But she'll be sorry. He pulled even harder and sent her flying forward. She fell, and rolled on the dirt and was soon filthy, dust filling the air. People nearby began coughing and moved away.
Tamara's blonde friends looked over at Thomas and glared, a few rolling their eyes.
He got up and dusted himself and coughed a bit. He looked over her shoulder to see the pathetic brunette rolling around, whining and groaning in pain, complaining about something about nearly breaking her shoulder. He tried to shrug it off even though he felt a bit of guilt tingling inside of him.
He walked over to her and she looked up at him. "You bastard!" She choked out through sobs. "Look what you did to me!" He rolled his eyes walking past her. She could hear him mumbling, "that's what you get for messing with me" as he swung open the door and entered the building.
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Sorry about the short chapters. 0 I'll try to make chapter 3 longer. For now, please review! .