Mitch.

I quickly walked through the front door of my High-School and kept my head down, adamant not to look anybody in the eyes until I had reached something like safety. I was hurrying to the spot I hoped my friends would wait for me, but I was late and the possibility of them having already left already was too high.

This was only my second year and I had already become the bullies' favourite toy, but not just I had that problem, Kirstie and Scott were in it too and we could only hope Rachel, the embodiment of a tiny devil in heels, wouldn't find us today.

I never really understood why my friends got bullied too. Well... I have always been that gay freak and everybody knew that, but Kirstie was absolutely gorgeous and Scott looked really intimidating when someone pissed him off, too bad he was more of a man child than anything else.

I let out a loud sigh as I finally spotted Kirstie, with her smooth dark hair and a hoodie that was more than just one size too big, looking around with wide eyes, anxious for me to finally arrive. Scott next to her wasn't any better; he desperately tried to hide his gigantic frame behind Kirstie's tiny one, making the scene in front of me hilarious to watch.

My greeting was whispered and together we went as quickly as possible to our classroom. I kept my head down for the whole trip, nobody had to see the smirk that formed on my lips and my bullies didn't need to know how happy I was about them not having found me in the first few minutes.

Well, that was until I bumped into someone and fell flat on my ass, but only after looking up, I felt my heart skip a beat and I could only stare up into the eyes of one of Rachel's goons. He was about as tall as Scott, but from the look on his face I felt like he hadn't even managed to graduate from kindergarten on his own. It was rather frightening to see someone with a body like that and the lack of brains he obviously had, being Rachel's plaything.

I looked around, fear already clouding my judgment and I really just wanted to get away from this place. Scott and Kirstie were standing on the other side of the hallway, they must have spotted him earlier, but they too had no way of escaping. I could already hear Rachel's obnoxious loud cackling, coming closer to me and I really, really just wanted to run, but my body didn't move.
She had her foot on top of my belly before I even could try to get up and a chill went down my spine as I watched her tying her fake blond hair up into a messy bun.
One of the girls that accompanied her even had the honour of carrying her bag, while Rachel tortured me and oh god, did she look happy about it.

"Now Mitchie," Rachel started and I could see her goon had turned towards my friends. I don't know how he managed it, but within seconds they were cowering right next to me with their backs pressed against the lockers, looking as frightened as I felt. It was too early for me to get beaten up.

"Tell me... have you missed me, pet?" I wanted to cry out at her words, the humiliation was always worse than the beating, but of course she had to establish dominance.
I couldn't bring myself to answer her and instead a whimper left my throat and it just added to the picture she already had of me. A weak, gay freak with his only friends being a girl, who at first thought she could force being popular and the only guy that ditched her.
Well, of course Scott was handsome, but she was a devil and after Scott came out as gay, things just went downhill for him.

The heels of her shoe dug deeper into my stomach and my sight got all blurry because of tears I refused to shed. I still had a tiny bit of dignity left, thank you very much.

But it started to hurt more and more, people walked past us as if we were invisible and the goon pushed everyone away that felt like watching us. Sometimes I wondered where teachers were when you really needed them. Like when you really, really needed an adult.

I heard whistling coming towards us and cursed whoever felt that happy on a day like this, secretly hoping the goon would silence him.
But the whistling didn't stop and a tall boy, with broad shoulders, clad in a leather jacket came crashing against the goon, sending him to the ground right next to me. The boy, who I then realized was probably a senior, stepped over Rachel's goon and me. Something about him captured both my and Rachel's interest and now that I examined him further I noticed a small smile on his lips, framed by a beard and even the long hair that peeked out from under his beanie just seemed to fit him. The sunglasses he wore somehow didn't.

Rachel too, seemed to just stare at him and for a very short moment I thought she might be a normal human, but who am I kidding, she was still Rachel and that annoying voice of hers filled the hallway.

"Oh well, hello there." The boy shifted a bit and somehow Rachel just disappeared behind his broad frame, shielding me from her. He didn't answer thought, but whatever he did made Rachel giggle and it was literally the scariest thing I had ever heard.

I noticed movements besides me, but the goon was long gone and neither Scott nor Kirstie would dare to interrupt the moment Rachel had with this mysterious boy. However I tensed up when I felt a hand grab my upper arm, gently nudging me to stand up. Rachel had let go of me the moment her goon had made contact with the floor.

When I looked up I saw another, probably senior, boy smiling down at me, my own skin seemed so much paler than usually around his dark hand and something about him made me want to trust him. When he whispered: "C'mon," I instantly knew he was the one that felt the need to whistle on a horrible day like this.

I half crawled, half got dragged across the floor until he finally found a classroom he deemed safe. Well, it was empty except for Scott and Kirstie who were already waiting for us. When did they leave?

The black boy went back to the door and peeked across the hallway for a moment until he came back to us, his smile had widened even more and no matter how nice he looked, I wanted to feed him his own, too brightly coloured jacket. One doesn't smile like that after a situation like the one we just had with Rachel.

"I'm Kevin," he introduced himself and thankfully didn't ask us how we felt, he seemed smarter than that.

"Scott."

"Kirstin, but call me Kirstie. Nice to meet you."

I was hesitant at first, I had never seen this guy before, he was obviously new and I didn't know how long it would take for him to hate me, too. He seemed like one of the cool kids, he would probably have no problem finding friends out there, but well, he was in here with us and Rachel was out there, probably still occupied with that handsome guy, who I too, had never seen before.

"And this is Mitch," Scott answered quickly as he realized I wouldn't talk to our 'saviour'. I was still too shaken up to get a proper sentence out. Besides, it just seemed odd that someone like him would save someone like me.

Well, I was grateful, truth to be told if he hadn't dragged me away from there I would've stayed until Rachel got what she wanted from the other boy and then kept on torturing me. I was just so mesmerized by him, the way he stood there in front of Rachel with just enough confidence to look cool and strong, but somewhat humble and that great butt of his was on full display for me...

"I hope Avi didn't scare you," Kevin continued and turned towards me, unaware of where his voice had just dragged me back from. Avi, I repeated silently, praying I would never forget his name. Once again I didn't feel the need to reply to Kevin and even Scott and Kirstie stayed silent, well, they were smiling and I just stood there, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. Only after we heard the bell ring, did I realize where exactly we were and quickly hurried past Kevin, not without mumbling a sincere "thank you," while passing him.

As I stepped out of the room, I took a moment to look around. I easily spotted 'Avi' as he was leaning against a locker without his sunglasses on and looked completely exhausted, well, Rachel had that effect on people, but the devil herself couldn't be seen. That was my chance to get to my class like a normal person; I even lifted my head while walking. I was so proud of myself.

Of course I arrived too late to my class, but the teacher didn't bother scolding me and I sat down, far away from Rachel, who had a surprisingly content expression on her face. Whatever that Avi boy had said or done to her worked wonders and something like jealousy boiled at the pit of my empty stomach. Well, either the newbie was getting to me or the lack of food did.

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You guys know what I really like? Stories that aren't unnecessarily dragged out. So yeah, this one is going to be 'short'.

Is the chapter length okay like this?

Aaaand I'm sorry I don't have a beta.
I hope you guys enjoyed it anyways.