Chapter Two
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I looked into the mirror of my bathroom and smirked. I covered up the bruises and cuts perfectly again. Dad always said if I get caught showing them and he gets a call, he'll beat my ass worse then ever. I rather not have that happen. I went out of the small bathroom and went into my small, torn up room. I grabbed my black veil brides bag and jacket and left. I walked out outside, thanking whoever that my dad was still at the bar and left down the sidewalk. I saw Brandon, he's the kid I bully. What? He deserves it. He's a selfish little brat who doesn't know what he has. He's also a gay little fairy and dad always said fags deserve to get their ass beaten. I ran up beside him and smirked.
"Hey emo." I said. Which is weird because I honestly look more emo then him. I don't act like it, he's always sitting in the back of class and always has his earbuds in. Yeah I cut, but I'm sure he does too. And he probably shows them off if he does.
"Did you not here me, I was talking to you!" I said and shoved him.
"Just leave me alone." I laughed and shook my head.
"Give me a good reason why I should." I said.
"I didn't do anything to you." He said. That made me mad. Does he really think he did nothing wrong? I glared at him.
"You think you didn't do anything? You did so much!" I yelled. I punched him and he whimpered and held his cheek.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. I suddenly felt bad but pushed it away. I glared one last time before walking to the bus stop bench. He walked near me keeping good distance between us. The bus pulled up and Brandon hopped to the doors. He smiled brightly at the bus driver.
"Hi Shelly!" He said.
"Hey Brandon." She said.
"Thanks for the ride." He said, getting on the bus. He sat in the seat towards the back and I saw every other seat was full. I smirked and walked back to him.
"Looks like I'm sitting with you." I said sitting down.
"Can you at least wait to torture me at school?" He said. I thought about it and nodded.
"Fair enough." I said getting out my earbuds and Ipod. He looked at me and smiled. "Why are you smiling?" I asked.
"Your music selection. You have good taste." He said and I smirked.
"I didn't expect you to like good music. I thought you would like pop not heavy metal and screamo." I said. He laughed and shook his head.
"Well you thought wrong." He said.
"Yeah, I guess I did." I said. Did not expect to have a conversation with the kid today...
"I'll see you later." I said. He smiled but my friends came up and I quickly added "Fag." At the end and he frowned. I felt kind of bad again but pushed it away. I walked into school with my friends trailing behind me.
"You usually don't mess with Brandon until after 2nd period, what's with today?" Ricky, my best friend said. I frowned and shrugged.
"I had to sit with the fag today on the bus.'' I said disgusted. He nodded in understanding. We went into first period which was art and sat down. Luckily the only class I have with Brandon is music, but none of my friends are in that class. I have music 4th period.
"Okay today class we're going to paint are feelings." Ms. Loss said. The class, including me groaned. "Hush now." She said. So we all got to work on our paintings.
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