Apologies in advance for the language in this one.

Chapter 3: Age 15

Fang's POV

Well shit.

I was dead meat now.

I ran from the boy's locker room into the hallway. It was after gym, my last period of the day. And If I didn't run fast enough, it would be my last day, period. Ari was screaming hateful words after me as I ran through the hall. The sea of kids parted as we ran past. I burst out the door and hid behind the large sports equipment shed. Ari ran out too. Sam, Darren, Dylan and two other buff guys from the football team panted as they met Ari.

"Where did he go?" Ari growled.

"No idea," Sam responded.

"We'll find him." Dylan began walking towards the track.

What did I do to get into this? A little more than nothing. I was being teased about my body again, being skinnier and not as muscular as the other guys. Ari was trying to compare us. I was just leaving the room, dressed in my street clothes when Max's snarky comments I had heard her use found a way right out of my mouth. After I said I was glad I was skinny unlike Ari and his fat ass, Ari lunged at me, only to slip on a towel and land on the floor of the locker room. Ari was quick to regain his footing and chase me out of the room. Insulted and embarrassed, the football player was looking for my blood to spill.

"Where is that stupid piece of shit?" Ari yelled. I smirked and moved the hair from my eyes. I deserved to get beat up. I was worthless.

"There is his!" Darren screamed, running at me. I took off my back pack and put my phone in there. Hopefully if I died, the guys would be decent enough to not steal my phone. Ari got their first and immediately punched right at my face. I could feel blood already forming on my lip as I stumbled back.

"That's for insulting me." The taller boy brought his fist down right on my face again. I didn't bother to try to stop the stream of blood from my nose. "That's for embarrassing me, you worthless nothing." The other boys crowded around. I didn't fight when Ari knocked me to the ground. The other boys laughed and took turns punching or kicking my already aching body.

"Dude, I think he likes being beat up. That stupid emo."

"I bet he wants us to kill him. Easy on the punches guys," Darren said, kicking me in the ribs again. Ari reached down and grabbed the collar of my black t-shirt. He slammed me against the wall of the shed.

"You are nothing. A nobody. A little sad, gay, emo. Nobody would ever care about you."

"Go to hell," I spat. The angry boy dropped me to the dirt and led the boys away. The sound of the laughter rang in my ears until the metal side door closed behind them.

-line break thingy-

I didn't know how long I was lying there. The buses had already pulled away. The only sound was of the track coach and girl's track team a couple hundred feet away. Pain throbbed all over my body. I didn't feel like I could move. What's the point? I was lying there long enough to have thought about their words and pushed them aside. Their words didn't mean anything to me. I must have hit my head pretty hard to have stopped hearing that little voice in my head that wanted me to be in pain. But now it's a little too late.

The chatter of the girl's track team grew louder as they began walking towards the door to the main school building.

"Max? Put these away for me, will yah?"

"Sure." Footsteps grew closer to where I was lying. Keys jangled and the door to the storage building opened. There was a pause. The door closed quickly.

Max's POV

I barely noticed him lying there, he was so still. I put the box of timers away and walked over to where Fang was lying against the storage shed. Blood covered his face and dripped down his neck. He was lying there with his eye's closed.

"Fang?! Are you alright?!" I asked, standing over him. Then I realized what the group of boys was doing over here. I panicked and dropped to my knees. The panic washed away quickly when I saw him play with his lip ring a little and his eyes squeezed tighter. He had done it again. He let them hurt him,

Fang's POV

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, preparing for the glaring sunlight and the disappointed look on Max's face. I lifted a heavy arm and shielded my eyes as I opened them. Max was knelt over me in a purple tank top and black running shorts, an odd mix of emotions were painted on her tan skin. The bright sun behind her caught on the little fly away hairs coming out of her high messy ponytail. It created a halo around her concerned face.

"Good, you're alive."

"Barely." I smirked painfully with my split lip. "I'm still the pathetic, weak guy who can't stand up for himself." Max's eyebrows drew together slightly.

"Wow, a full sentence and a word. Good job." Max stood up. She turned and was about to leave me.

"Wait," I reached for her hand but missed it by an inch. "The sun makes you look like an angel."

Max turned and smiled a little. "That's nice."

"If you look like an angel, you might as well act like one." I raised my arm. "Mind helping me up?" Max sighed heavily, probably too tired of me to even say no. She grabbed both my hands and gently pulled me up from the dust. I brushed some of the dust from my back but gave up after my bruised arms started killing me. Max handed me my bag and brushed some of the dirt from my back. My nose had stopped bleeding but I could feel the blood still caked on my face. We snuck quietly through the hallway, it was way late after school by now. I walked into the boy's bathroom. I went to a sink to wash the blood from my face. In the mirror I saw Max standing behind me.

"So this is the boy's bathroom. Ew." She said, folding her arms over her chest and looking around the room in disgust.

"What did you expect?" Max shrugged. I looked in the mirror, my nose was definitely bruised but it wasn't broken. I threw the wet paper towels away and followed Max out of the bathroom. Max and I walked home in silence. It felt nice to be with Max again. We have grown so distant lately.

"You better go get some ice for those ribs of yours," Max reminded me as we reached my house.

"How did you know?"

"You were limping the whole way. Don't try to pretend like nothing happened. I don't want to have to pick your bloody body up off the floor again. You understand?" I nodded. Gosh, even when she was furious at me, she was still looked like an angel. I shook the thought out of my head. "It's not that hard to talk, Fang. I'm sure people wouldn't pick on you if they simply understood you better." I nodded. "Or you could be quiet forever. That's cool too." Max turned and continued down the street.

I walked up the steps into my house slowly, trying to get Max's beautiful and fierce brown eyes out of my head.

Wow this was much longer! Bullying is terrible. :( That was really hard to write.

To answer Miss. Anonymous's question, the short little thing in Fang's POV in chapter 1 was like an intro kind of thing. Each chapter does skip to the next year. There will most likely only be 9 chapters unless there are enough people that want a very fluffy, faxy 10th chapter epilogue thingy. lol

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-Faerie :)