A/N: Trigger Warning for graphic violence, swearing, homophobic slurs, and bullying.
(Nicky's POV)
"Daley!"
Oh no. Just ignore him, he'll lay off.
"Hey Daley, I'm talking to you!"
Shit.
A firm hand grabbed my shoulder and whirled me around. I avoided his eyes, and he stomped hard on my foot, forcing me to look at him. Inwardly, I groaned.
"Hey Tyler..." I said, no trace of eagerness in my spirit. He rolled his eyes at my attitude and roughly punched my shoulder.
"At least act happy to see me, fairy." He spat.
Fairy.
I recoiled at the word. It sounded worse in his deep and gravelly voice. Almost like venom.
"I'm not a fairy." I denied, turning to face my locker.
"Of course you are, Daley." He shoved past me, effectively blocking my locker. Tyler smirked again. I really wanted to hit him.
"Can you please move? I have more serious things to do than deal with children like you."
I immediately regretted that last bit.
The next thing I knew, I was being pinned against the lockers, and getting a death stare from Tyler.
Smart move, Nicky.
"L-Listen Tyler!" I stuttered, panicking. "I don't want to fight you, just stop-"
He cut me off with a hard punch to the gut, and I groaned in pain.
Oh fuck.
"Shut the hell up, Daley." Tyler ordered, delivering another blow to my abdomen. "Don't be a sassy ass. It won't get you anywhere."
He dismissed me, and I fell hard to the ground, clutching my stomach. There was a fire burning inside me.
"Fuck you." I spat, venom heavy in my voice.
NICKY. SHUT UP.
Tyler turned around and walked back over to me.
Now you're going to get it.
He paused for a second, and then withdrew his foot back. I braced myself for the impact, but it never arrived.
Rather, he kneeled down and looked me in the eyes.
"Watch your mouth, faggot."
The impact of that was worse than any physical damage he ever did.