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MY Angel
Collins POV.
School today was so damn normal. Our math teacher tried to get us stuck, PE teacher was pushing us to the limit, and school cafeteria sold crap food. I am sure that if you analyzed the food it would turn out to be health dangerous. Anyways I was sitting in own thoughts thinking about forbidden thoughts. I was thinking about him. The boy that from day one caught my attention, and caused my head to spin and my heart to beat faster.
I recall my first day at this school. It was a glum dark day in January and I walked through the corridors with the rest of the soccer team, which I was kind of forced to join. Our coach was insisting (in other words he hinted that if I did not join then he would fail me in PE, asshole) and I had made so called friends, although they were really selfish and mean. We had just sat down and that's when I saw him.
His blond cheek-long hair and mild face with still some baby -fat making it extra cute. He was around 5 feet tall and had this lovely tan, he would be the one everybody admires and he should be very happy. Sadly this was not the case. He looked so beaten down and vulnerable, I just wanted to run up and hug him tight protecting him from the world. I was about to walk over when I heard one of my "friends" shout out "look it's the fucking faggot, get him" and three guys stood up and threw milk at him, totally soaking his clothes. This was not the first time it happened though, almost every day, and every time it did it was like a punch to the gut.
It has been 2 months since the first time I saw the boy, whom I still did not know the name of, and I get more and more attracted to him for each time I see him.
Seth POV
Okay now this is just shit. I am so tired of life and everything. People around me are moving on and I have to just stand by and watch. I want to find love too, not just being the sad kid that no one will love. Of course there are people in my school that I could defiantly date and maybe love. Yet there was one huge problem. I am Gay. And it sucks. School is so boring, sitting alone eating alone and never talking to anyone, not that home is better. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mum. She was never home and well. Let's just say that we did not get along.
Today was just another day. Nothing seemed to matter. I walked through the dark halls day in and day out. Nothing changing, except for the insults I got from every corner of the school. I even think the teachers enjoyed seeing me suffer. They at least did not take any action to stop the abuse. I got pushed around and both physically and mentally abused every day.
As I was walking out from science class I as usual ignored the abusive comments. There was one comment stood out of the crowd, and it always made me cringe.
"Fag" it was Carlos. Carlos was the biggest bully at our school. He enjoyed making people feel less worth. Usually I could just walk away, but this time he was dead set on following me. I walked faster and so did he, I turned into another corridor and so did he. I tell you it scared me. What did he want?
I decided to go to the toilet and wait him out. I mean for how long could he wait for me?
I got into the private toilet stand (private as in it had a door and were next to 3 similar toilets) and held my breath. He really started to scare me, and to top that my claustrophobia started reacting too. "Come out come out wherever you are" I heard Carlos sneaky voice a few meters away. He kept edging closer and closer.
Far too soon his footsteps were outside my half closed toilet door "got you now faggot" and the next thing I know I am being pulled out by my hair and put down in front of the urinals. "I am going to show you what every cocksucker deserves you little shit, no wonder your father left you guys, and I am sure even your mother hates you and just hope you never come home. I might even do her a favor by getting rid of you bitch." I felt his grip getting harder and I could practically smell his anger "please let me go, it hurts" I pleaded, my voice breaking. This only seemed to make him angrier and he kicked me hard in the stomach, and then a hit to the head. I felt the world spinning and I felt sick to my stomach. My vision became blurry and I drifted between awake and unconscious. I felt like a spectator, watching my own body getting hit after hit. I registered that my nose was bleeding and that my red lips has blood flowing like a stream mixing with my tears. I used my last strength and looked up at Carlos. He looked down at me with hate in his eyes and blood on his fists. "Guess I won't be seeing you anymore" he growled and spat at my face.
He left me! I knew this was the end of me, the sad boy that no one cared about. My life drifted away and the last thing I hear was the door opening.
I drifted away.
Collins POV:
School had finished and I was still in the hall waiting for people to leave. I was always uncomfortable peeing when people could walk in on me; therefor school toilets were terrible for me. There were days I barely made it to a toilet before I had an accident.
I hurried trough the hallways fast, and bumped into Carlos. "What the fuck man, look where you are going faggot" Carlos shouted at me but keep going. As I turned to look at him I noticed his hands and they gave me a huge shock. They were covered in blood, and the sight brought a chill up my spine cause it did not look like he had any wounds.
I looked at the door to the bathroom, could I hear moans of pain. I think so and that made me even more scared. I opened the door slowly and what I saw shocked me.
There, one the floor lay the boy of my dreams covered in blood. He was unconscious but he looked like he was breathing. I stood still for what seemed like ages, I could not believe what I saw. Finally I got control over my body and I threw myself at the ground, pulling him into my arms. I held him tight into my chest and walked with him out to my car. My mind was racing but I stayed cool and ran with the boy in my arms towards my car.
When I arrived my red sports car I striped of my jacket, lay the unconscious boy in the back seat and put the jacket under him to support his head. When I looked at his face I was once again stunned, he looked so broken and vulnerable, and I had to lean down and kiss his cheek. "Please survive" I pleaded him as I speed of for my apartment. When we arrived my apartment half an hour later he was to my great relief, beginning to stir and wake up.
I brought him inside and closed the door, the buy was shaking and I turned up the heat. He kept looking at me with scared little eyes, always flinching when I moved. Finally I was getting tired of him being frighten of me and I opened my mouth to speak when he said " a-aare you going to-to kill me ?" and his eyes were filled with tears. The sight broke my heart and sat down next to the scared boy. He looked at me and broke down into tears. "p-p-please make it quick" he managed to say between sobs. This complexly broke my heart, and it made me think about how his life must have been. I moved closer and took the boy into my arms and held him tight. He stiffened in my arms, but after a short period he melted into my arms crying at full lungs. I spent a long time soothing him and asking if he hurt anywhere. He told me it was okay and that it was just in the background never really bothering him.
After a while I asked him if he wanted me to drop him of at his house, but he looked at me with sad eyes, and I understood that his home was not much better. I asked for his parent's phone number and then brought him upstairs to my room so he could rest in my bed (no nasty thoughts). After a brief phone call to his mother I went to my room and checked him. He looked so peaceful and it was then the thought hit me. I am so have a crush on this guy. I tucked him in, and sat down in the bedside chair. Falling asleep at once thinking about him.
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