What are you going to do about it?

“Mike get the fuck up!” My older brother, Victor, yells, running into my room with one arm raised, a pillow in his grasp.

“Oh shit, no!” I yelled, trying to roll away, but it was too late. He had brought it down on my turned head.

“Get up dipshit, you’re going to late” He grinned, walking out of my room.

I sigh and climb out of bed, I had a shower last night so I wouldn’t have to rush today, and rummaged around the pile of clothes basically consuming my entire room, finally pulling out some jeans and a plain red shirt. They smell decent enough.

I shrugged and pull on some clean boxers, or what seem clean, and then pull the jeans on, lacing the belt through the loops and buckling it, before slipping my shirt over my head. I quickly pick up my bag and run downstairs.

“Morning Mama, Papa.” I greet my parents who are sitting at the kitchen table.

“Morning, hijo.” My mama greeted me with a kiss to the forehead and my papa a smile.

“Emocionadopor ti primer día, Micheal?”

“Si, mama. Tengo que irme ahora.”

With that I run out the door and climb into my new car, Victors old one, and start it. It starts with no problem and I begin backing out of the driveway.

Yay. School. \(._.)/ (AN:I got bored, have a stickman.)
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Finally pulling into the parking lot, I was immediately surrounded by my best friend, Jesse, and whoever the hell else he had bullied into being friends with himself and I.
“Mike!” Jesse yells, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I give him my biggest and most convincing grin.


“How was your summer, Mikey?” A girl, Melissa, I believe her name is, asked, trying to be seductive, her hand roaming my chest.


“Average.” I shrug, I honestly cannot be bothered to put up with this today.


Melissa looks taken back by my answer, as usually I would flirt back, but not today.


“Lets go in.” Jesse grins and I laugh, following him in the front doors just as the bell rings.


So that’s why nobody was outside.


The group that surrounded me split up and looks like I was the only one heading towards the music department. Thank god.


I quickly found the classroom, and grinned. It was the same one as last year, and that teacher was awesome! Mrs. Richmond was my favourite teacher last year.


I pushed the door open with a wide smile, but my smile soon dropped as I noticed a man was taking this class. He had tattoos and gauges, so I guess he was better than atleast half of the teachers at this school already. I then noticed there was only one open seat. Next to Justin. Jesse’s twin brother. Yippee. Note the sarcasm.


I slid into my seat trying to draw the least amount of attention to myself.


“Anymore questions?” The teacher called out and I felt a nudge in my side.


I looked to see Justin giving me ‘the look’ and I knew he wanted me to call out.


“Are you a fag?” I yelled loudly, my classmates erupting into obnoxious laughter.


The teacher walked over to me and looked at me blankly, seeming un-phased by my comment.


“Micheal fuentes, I assume.” He spoke “Yes, I know your name” he said, seeming amused by my reaction.

“And in answer to your question, I am bisexual. And if I hear one homophobic comment to anybody, you’ll be having an hour of detention.” And with that he walked back to his desk and sat on the top of it.

I then tuned out on what he was saying until a piece of blank paper landed on my desk, being handed out by Taylor, and he told us to write 3 facts about ourselves. Yay.


I quickly wrote down the facts and what I prefer to be called, Mike, and turned to Justin.


We spoke about the part at Dan’s on Saturday night, and before I knew it the bell went.



I spent lunch with my usual table, not eating, like usual, and becoming overjoyed when the bell finally went, signalling the end of lunch break. All the students began to leave the cafeteria, myself getting swarmed once again, and I tried my best to make it to the next class on time, which is difficult when you’re being forced to bully people.


“Hey Mike, get the ginger.” Jesse smirked, motioning to Alan, one of the only people in our year with red hair.


I walked up to Alan and immediately saw the fear buried in his eyes. I didn’t want to do this, I mean, who wants to be a bully? Besides, Alan and I used to be good friends in 4th grade right up until high school when I began to become friends with Jesse and everyone else. Biggest mistake of my life.


Sorry Alan, I mentally apologised, before slamming him into the lockers behind us, pinning him to them, earning cheers from the group that had formed behind us chanting ‘Fight’.


I brought him forward by his collar before slamming him back into the metal door, watching him slide to the floor.

“See you tomorrow, Ashby.” I spat, walking away.


I was immediately surrounded and cheered, constantly being patted on the back.
“Guys, I appreciate your support, but I have to get to class if I don’t want to be expelled.” I smirked, stalking off into the science department to find my science class.

Skip to 6th period detention


Science was uneventful, as was art & design, and Mr. Perry seemed to think it was necessary to give me detention for simply stating a fact. Dickhead.


“TONY! LETS GET IC-oh hi Mike.” Mr Preciado, the school councillor burst through the door, grinning widely until he saw me sitting in one of the back desks.


“Mr.Perry, I will see you at the coffee shop across the road.” Mr. Preciado put on a stuck up voice, walking out of the room.


I waited until Mr. Preciado left the room before narrowing my eyes, glaring at the back of Mr. Perry’s head.


“So, You’re fucking the councillor?” I grimaced at the thought of this attractive ma- THE FUCK!


When Mr. Perry didn’t answer it pissed me off, not going to lie.


“Oi fag, im fucking talking to you!” I yelled, and Mr. Perry spun around, his face showing pure anger.



“For your information, I certainly am not! And even if I was, it would be none of your business!” He yelled, scaring me a little.


“Are you sure?” I smirked, I wasn’t going to give up that easily.


“Oh Yes, I’m sure, I think I’d know!” He almost screamed.


I must’ve looked taken aback, as he smirked and walked forward, so he was right infront of me, our chests almost touching. Even though I towered over him by quite a few inches, he didn’t seem the slightest bit intimidated, confusing me more than a little.

My confusion must have shown as his smirk grew wide and he leaned closer, our chest not quite touching.


“Now. Get out of my classroom, detention is over.”

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