Save Me

CHRIS' POV: I blearily blinked my eyes open, catching sight of my royal blue curtains and yawned, hearing the faint barking of a dog and morning greetings my neighbors exchanged. I pushed my duvet down and sat up just as the sound of a low buzzing erupted from my wornout bedside table. I turned my alarm off and stretched before swinging my legs over my bed. I shivered as my feet met the cold floor then quietly padded towards my bathroom and did my morning routine. Afterwards, I went to my closet and changed into black jeans and a white sweater, taking care to not make any noise that might alarm the man downstairs. If he was there. Somehow, its a cold day today, I noted. I ruffled my hair and slinged my back pack over my shoulder after stuffing everything I needed inside. I shoved my phone in my pocket then slipped on my black vans. Silently twisting the doorknob, I slowly pulled it open and peeked out.The hallways were still dark, the door to a room across from mine was open and dark giving the indication that the room was unoccupied, and I closed the door behind me and proceeded to make my way downstairs. I let out a silent sigh of relief upon seeing an empty living room and went straight to the kitchen, forgetting all pretense of staying silent since there was no one else in the house. I made toast, bacon, coffee and egg-filled sandwiches and after setting them down on the counter, I grabbed the steel cover and placed it over the food to prevent anything from contaminating the food and any unwanted visitors, especially the bugs. I hastily walked towards the door and exited the house. Locking the door, I jogged across the street and continued until I reached the bakery. The further I was from the house, the more I felt myself sag in relief. I stopped and took a deep breath and walked the rest of the way towards my school. On my way, I bought a cappuccino to warm my body and banana bread to satiate my hunger. I watched as kids hopped onto their school bus, their parents waving them goodbye and wishing them a fun and productive day. Passing by the Pet Shop, I stopped and stared at the puppies who were by the window. They were german shepherds and I watched as one of them noticed me then stumbled towards me. I crouched down and cooed as their chubby tails wagged wildly while some licked the glass. I nodded at the owner who was sweeping inside when he turned to the window and saw me. He nodded with a smile in response. With a last wave at the owner, I turned and walked until I reached the school. I deliberately woke up two hours early just so I can have my morning stroll, and even though my school was at least three miles away, I loved the burn and stretching my legs. It's one of the ways to get taller, although, I'm not quite sure if that's a fact or a myth, and it helps to build up your stamina. I braced myself upon setting sight on pristine towers, high arched windows, a huge ass fountain, trees and bushes that had already been trimmed, no doubt done in the early hours of morn, shiny rooftops and miles and miles of expensive cars. I walked amongst the students that were practically dripping in labels, sparkling bags, reflecting aviators, fingers and wrists littered with priceless accessories, and lips that are a little bit too red for my liking. Most were wearing clothes that looked like they were going someplace and not school while the others were more simple like black flared pants and white long sleeved ruffled shirts donned in silk. Simple, but I could still tell it cost more than my ten dollar shirt. Sometimes I think everyday is a competition for who has the most expensive outfit of them all. Last week, someone actually wore heels, the kind that Lady Gaga wears, to class and albeit she ended up having detention because it was a little bit too much, she gained the most expensive and admittingly unexpected footwear title.  That lasted for two days when someone decided to wear a backless top, no bra and ripped jeans to school. And when I mean 'ripped', I meant the kind of jeans that barely covered her ass and crotch area while her toned legs, right from her upper thigh and all the way down to her ankles, were on full display, which displeased her boyfriend because it was a little bit too much. She also had detention for a week as punishment but it didn't ruin her joy and satisfaction since she garnered the most daring and sexy outfit in school. According to the majority of the population of the boys here. Royal Crestford High. You'd think that this school is only for royals or something like that but its just a name, to make it fancier. But its just your typical rich, snobby, spoiled brats. I'm not generalizing them though, some are actually pretty decent. Like in evey school, there are the same cliques; the emos. Nerds, I'm one of them. Cheerleaders, and of course, Glancing at the field on my left, the players (soccer) were all huddled up together with the cheerleaders attached to their sides. Not only do we have football, but also basketball and soccer. The basketball and football players hasn't arrived yet. I rolled my eyes inwardly when I heard them giggle at something Jace said. Jace is a total player. Everyday, he would have a new girl under his arms. He's afraid of commitment so he just sleeps around. But even if he is a jerk, he's actually the nicest out of all them. I think he even flirted with me one time. The other players on the other hand, is nowhere near the word 'nice.' "Hey Chrissy! What happened to your face? Didn't mommy come to kiss it better?" They laughed and the students loitering around joined with them while some sent the soccer team disgusted looks. Since that I didn't wear a hat today, the bruises on my face are easily noticed. And did I mention that they're my bullies? Well, I apologize if I didn't, they're my bullies, my tormentors, my torturers. "Hey Chrissy! Catch!" I didn't have time to process what he said when I heard a cracking sound and then I felt something drip from my hair down to my face and onto my shirt. They erupted into laughter and when I went to touch the substance dripping on my forehead, I noticed it was sticky. 'They threw a f*cking egg at me?' I clenched my jaw and turned to them with my usual expressionless face and stared right at one of my worst bullies ever. Leo. Jay. Seagan. Your typical handsome-hot, rich, arrogant, bad boy type. His parents are famous lawyers and they owned their own firm. Actually, all of the students here are from somewhere, parents are rich, known or are very very famous. Apparently, he and his parents fit into that last category very well. In fact, they are at the very top. Its too bad though. If he wasn't such an asshole, he would've been very likeable. All of these kids are beyond me. I'm not and never will be on the same level as them. They're rich, they have everything. While I? I'm at the end of the ladder. The poor one, the outcast. Its my last year in highschool, and ever since 2nd grade, they've been my classmates and they seem to never get tired of picking on me. Me? I don't get affected by anything they do or say anymore. In fact, I don't care at all. They can say what they want, but the words coming out of their mouths are not true. I know myself better than anyone so why should I take whatever they say to heart? Meeting his, begrudgingly, striking emerald green eyes, I didn't back down. His friends noticed and some 'oohed' and I could see him clenching his jaws and fist. I glared at him and then turned away. I walked calmly towards the doors and once I stepped in, more laughters sounded but I didn't care. I went straight for the bathroom and locked the door. As I placed my bag on the sink, the bell rang and I could hear rushed footsteps, doors slamming open and close then silence. I turned the faucet on and removed my shirt. I went to my bag and took out soap, yes, I bring one with me everyday. You never know what could be thrown at you the next time you run into your bullies. I let the water soak the sweater and then rubbed soap on it. I took my time removing the stickiness of the yolk. My first class was Spanish but Miss Fiona is a nice person, she understands my situation and lets me catch up on her class whenever I can. 'I'll just approach her during lunch I suppose.' It took me almost an hour for my sweater to wash and dry up using the hand dryer. I brought an extra shirt in my bag but I use it as an extra after p.e which was my next class. But since I cleaned my sweater, I can use the extra shirt for p.e and just change back into the sweater. Grabbing my bag, I tossed the now dry sweater over my shoulder and unlocked the door before walking out in the empty halls. And yes, I'm shirtless. I take great pride that I'm not on the scrawny or thin side or anything like that. Not that there's anything wrong with being slim or skinny, sometimes I find that sexy. And besides, I'm the only here anyway. I made my way towards the gym and went to the lockers. I opened mine the same time the bell rang. I quickly shoved my bag into my locker and changed into black shorts and the shirt I brought with me. Folding my sweater, I placed it on top of my bag. I was happy to have finally purchsed that extra lock so I can use it here on my gym locker because I had suffered the sight of my clothes ruined with melted cheese, expired milk and any other revolting things that caused me so much trouble. Even worse, coach doesn't care about me or any other weak and insignificant students like me, as he so claimed. Really, exactly how did he manage to keep his job, I don't know. Our soccer team barely wins anyway. The football and basketball team brings home countless trophies while our soccer team brought home two. The last one was three years ago, I think. I was on the bench fixing my shoelace when the door to the locker opened. Quietly, I groaned in pain under my breath when I stretched my back. Mixed laughter and yelling echoed through the room then I saw shoes in my peripheral vision. "Oh! Chrissy is so early! Where were you during Spanish? Don't tell me you were making out with a guy." They snickered after that but never once did I look up. In case you're wondering, I'm not gay. Actually, I'm bisexual. But they don't need to know that, they just assumed I was gay even though I didn't say anything or did something that insinuates I was gay. I had a girlfriend once but I don't want to talk about it. I sat up and released a quiet sigh then stood up. I went to my locker and stuffed my phone in my pants then slammed my locker close. I looked ahead as I passed the half-naked bodies, before they start assuming that I'm peeping at their bodies. There's not much to look at anyway, but I barely made it six feet away when I was slammed into another locker. I grunted but stared right back into an angry pair of brown eyes. "I don't like it when people ignore me especially f*gs like you." He sneered then punched me in the gut and I doubled over but made no sound. I shoved him away making him stumble and look at me in disbelief then an angry frown appeared on his face. But before he could made any more advances, our coach burst in the room and yelled for us to hurry and while he did that, I slipped out and into the court. He better be thankful dear coach came in to save him. Otherwise, coach will be rushing a disfigured soccer player to the hospital. I stared at the basket full of balls amd contemplated if I could play for a few minutes.  And as I've mentioned before, there are two more sports here in our school, basketball and football. I grabbed one and dribbled it across the court. I played with it for a while and after making sure no one was watching, I ran across the court dribbling the ball before I jumped and spinned then slammed the ball in the hoop. I caught the ball as it bounced. Walking at the center, I stopped then folded my arms in a position, with one of my arms bent, I leaned back and threw the ball. I smiled inwardly when it went right through the hoop. I grabbed the ball and threw it back in the basket along with the rest just as coach and the rest of the guys came out. I stuffed my hands in the pockets and just waited for them. "Hey useless! Get in line!” I gritted my teeth in annoyance when coach yelled. 'If it was allowed, I would've punched him so hard he'll end up in a coma for three months.' I stood straight at where I was and the rest stood beside me in a straight line. It looked like we were in military. "All right! Today, we are going to be doing some soccer techniques, not the complex ones just the simple ones so those who don't play can still do them." I heard some of the soccer players chuckling evilly beside me and I knew, this time won't be enjoyable. Maybe to them, but to the rest of us? Its not but I'm more concerned for the others. Lord help us.