Sorry it's taken so long. A lot of sixth form work. And I'm thoroughly tiiired.

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Chapter Ten

Somewhere in between that moment where I lost my sanity and given away all my chances of having a solitary lunchtime, and the time in which I spent sitting in the back of a classroom in another lesson, I'd forgotten about the invitation I'd given to Rebecca about joining me for lunch. In actual fact, I had quite forgotten to go to lunch. I say, I forgot, it was more the torment of underestimating how long I could withstand blows to the stomach when I'd apparently been looking where I shouldn't whilst taking a whizz in the toilets. I shouldn't have been so bold as to use the urinal, no.

"Dirty little pervert." Thump.

"Gay boy." Thump.

There's something rather repetitive about this scene. Repetitive and painful. My eyes are screwed shut, my arms dangling by my sides and my abdomen twisting with the pain of the hard fists pummelling in to it at speed continuously. Over and Over.

I notice the clock as I finally prise my eyes open. I daren't look straight ahead of me. Robert Steel's eyes are not ones I want to make contact with. I glance to my side. Lunch break is nearly over. I can't imagine why my stomach churns when I think of breaking my agreement to company at lunch. I can't imagine why this feeling over powers that of the physical pain I'm currently receiving.

I groan and I'm released, left to slump backwards and down, knocking the back of my head off the urinal. There's a low and heavy chuckle from my foe as he looks back at my crumpled form before strolling from the toilets. I make the gargantuan effort of standing, followed by the enormous leap of stumbling out of the room, my self respect crawling miles behind me.

There are few funny looks thrown in my direction as I wander through the corridor that eventually leads to the school's not so prestigious entrance. I glance back and see that I'm being followed. I sigh, and feel a little apprehensive when a familiar head of blonde hair comes storming after me. I stop, standing still half in and half out of the doorway. My shoulders relax and my head drops as two shoed feet stand close to my own.

"Do you always ask girls to sit with you and then leave them hanging?" Rebecca's statement hangs in the air and I'm silent. "Have you recoiled back in to your shell again?"

"Rebecca…" I breathe her name quietly, instantly hoping she hasn't heard my half hearted attempt at speaking.

"Don't call me that." She scorns. I look up and her scowl softens. "Bec."

"Bec." I smile, toying with the name, repeating it over in my head.

"So, you want to get out of here before you're thrashed again?"