JacobI never wanted to go to this stupid polished school to begin with. I had a whole life back home. My parents and my little sister. We weren't buoyant but we weren't broke either. My sister and I always had everything we wanted growing up. My mom made sure of that. We would always visit Kenny’s family during the holidays. We were happy. Truly happy until the universe decide to rob me of my precious family. My life has been hell since then and no matter how much I think about it, it would have been better if I’d stayed back home, but my uncle thought that was stupid and ridiculous. He never believed I could take care of myself. Even before I came to this school he’d made Kenny swear to keep an eye on me. This weight of everything that had happened since coming here pressed against my shoulders as I stood in the middle of my room. The air was crisp and biting into my skin but I barely felt it. All I could think about was the night in Daniel’s room. It had stuck in my head like
Daniel The Spanish classroom smelled like a a new oil paint. They were fixing it up so the students can start using it again. This might be the last time the place would ever be empty, which meant I’d have to find a new empty classroom for some peace and quiet. I was just about to shut my eyes for a few seconds of sleep when I heard the whispers in the hallway. “Someone said they saw them together, going at with each other at the garden.” Sam from class b was telling his friends. I could see them because I was already at the door. Had no idea who they were talking about until I opened the door. The hallway suddenly fell quiet. “That’s him,” another boy said quietly, pointing towards my direction. My heart sank, not because I was scared of the rumors, but because I knew Jacob too well. I wondered how he would feel if he heard this. Knew I needed to do something before things got out of hand. Went straight to the boy who was pointing at me earlier. “D..D…Danny,” his voice trembling
JacobThe only reason the rumors around school bothered me was because of Kenny and my uncle. I’d promised them I would stay out of trouble for as long as I was here but now, that promise meant nothing as I’d broken it. How stupid and reckless of me?That cruel bastard must be over the moon about this. No one cared that he was a part of the rumor. All they cared about was that I threw myself at their “golden boy” and they were right. This was all my fault. My foolishness was the reason this was happening.How would Uncle Jack feel if he heard? Kenny must have called to blab about everything to him.I sat on my bed, thinking. The note in my hand was from Daniel. He wants to meet in the woods just at the back of the school. Torn between going and just tearing the piece of paper into shreds, I picked up my phone expecting to get the most confronting message from uncle Jack, at least I would have an excuse to ignore that cruel bastard, but there was nothing. Staying inside, not knowi
JacobThe iron gates of the school loomed against the clouded sky, their sharp points shimmering with the morning dew.I felt the cold air hit my face as I tightened my grip on my backpack, the fabric making weird noises under my sweaty hands. I couldn’t shake off the last words from my uncle. “Don’t embarrass us.” They hung stiffly on my chest, almost making it impossible to breathe.Kenny, my cousin, had already disappeared into the crowd of the bad boys, their laughter ringing out like tiny shards of glass.I stood on the sidelines, my oversized shoes… a hand-me-down gift from Kenny, a hint of his expensive cologne still lingering… scraping hard against the old tiled floor. It felt like the ground itself was trying to swallow me whole.“An orphaned charity case.”The whispers were loud and clear. They moved through the noise of fancy shoes and blazers, wrapping painfully around me. I kept my head down, but the words still gnawed at the back of my neck.The Spanish classroom was sup
JacobThe red smeared across my locker wasn’t paint. Of course, it wasn’t. I smelled and almost tasted the metallic tang of it. I knew that smell very well. It was the same smell from the night my parents died. My stomach turned. The hallway was filled with students, their buzzing voices bouncing off the walls. Their fancy polished shoes clicked on the old marble floor, their laughter echoing through the ceiling. No one cared to glance at me or what was happening to my locker. Typical private school. Everyone always seem to turn a blind eyes and mind their business here, until it’s time to bully someone. I touched the substance, rubbing it between my thumb and pinky fingers. This was too thick for paint. Too real. Maybe a… A low “tsk tsk tsk” sounded behind me. The voice and were all too familiar but I didn’t want to jump into conclusions. “I see someone is desperate for attention.”I knew that voice. I spun around immediately. Daniel leaned against the locker next to min
JacobThe beaming lights on the second floor flickered angrily as I stared down on my bed. My textbook was drenched in water and dropped on my bed. The pages were bloated. Ruined. Someone had taken their time to scrawled the word "charity kid" on the wall. My hand was shaking as I reached for the wet book. The moment I tried to pick it up, the door flung open behind me. "Trouble, dear cousin?"Kenny's voice tinged with what sounded like concern but I knew better. I didn't need to turn to know Kenny was silently dying of cheer joy over my little predicament. "I'm fine Kenny" I managed to mutter as I picked up the drenched book. Water dripped all over my clothes and the floor.Kenny stepped behind me, stretching his neck a little. "Damn Couz, they really got you good this time huh?""Do you know who did this, Kenny?""I think they left you a note," Kenny said, pointing at a piece of paper in the tousled sheets.The moment Kenny walked out the door laughing, I picked up the semi wet
Jacob I was woken by a loud bang on the door. "It's game tryouts tonight! Wooo!" Kenny's agitating voice was loud, just outside the door. "I know you must be excited, dear Couz."And I could have truly been excited if the tryouts were weeks ago, but now? It wasn't the right time to put myself in the spotlight, with all the torments from Daniel and creepy texts from whoever else had decided to make my life a living hell.I was good at almost every sport, especially soccer. I played so well at my old school, that I even made team captain. But it was different here.I didn't have any friends here, and the only people I spoke to weren't very nice to me. There was Daniel and his friends. Kenny and his minions. The creepy whoever watching and taking pictures of me sleeping."Go away K," I managed to say as I tried to rub off the sleep from my eyes."So eager to chase me away I see. Danny must be in there then."I almost fell while running to the door. I opened it and there was Kenny with t
Daniel The streets were dark and lonely. Quiet too. The only sound that emitted from the darkness was that of buzzing flies from a trash can that stood just a few feet away from Jacob.“Why the hell did I ask him to wait here? What if his uncle drove by and saw him or Kenny bumped into him?” I was sure Jacob’s mind was a rollercoaster of thoughts. “Worst of all what if kids from school came and saw him out here in the street? Alone?” That would mean endless bullying for him. Jacob wasn’t weak. Far from it. He only kept quiet and let people walk all over him for some odd reason I’m yet to find out. Did he like the school so much that he would take whatever bullshit that’s thrown at him?“Penny for your thoughts pretty boy.” My voice was calm.We sat in silence at the coffee shop, waiting for our order when I finally broke the silence. “So what do you think about being my little play thing, pretty boy?”The question threw Jacob off. It was unexpected. He must have had a million thin
JacobThe only reason the rumors around school bothered me was because of Kenny and my uncle. I’d promised them I would stay out of trouble for as long as I was here but now, that promise meant nothing as I’d broken it. How stupid and reckless of me?That cruel bastard must be over the moon about this. No one cared that he was a part of the rumor. All they cared about was that I threw myself at their “golden boy” and they were right. This was all my fault. My foolishness was the reason this was happening.How would Uncle Jack feel if he heard? Kenny must have called to blab about everything to him.I sat on my bed, thinking. The note in my hand was from Daniel. He wants to meet in the woods just at the back of the school. Torn between going and just tearing the piece of paper into shreds, I picked up my phone expecting to get the most confronting message from uncle Jack, at least I would have an excuse to ignore that cruel bastard, but there was nothing. Staying inside, not knowi
Daniel The Spanish classroom smelled like a a new oil paint. They were fixing it up so the students can start using it again. This might be the last time the place would ever be empty, which meant I’d have to find a new empty classroom for some peace and quiet. I was just about to shut my eyes for a few seconds of sleep when I heard the whispers in the hallway. “Someone said they saw them together, going at with each other at the garden.” Sam from class b was telling his friends. I could see them because I was already at the door. Had no idea who they were talking about until I opened the door. The hallway suddenly fell quiet. “That’s him,” another boy said quietly, pointing towards my direction. My heart sank, not because I was scared of the rumors, but because I knew Jacob too well. I wondered how he would feel if he heard this. Knew I needed to do something before things got out of hand. Went straight to the boy who was pointing at me earlier. “D..D…Danny,” his voice trembling
JacobI never wanted to go to this stupid polished school to begin with. I had a whole life back home. My parents and my little sister. We weren't buoyant but we weren't broke either. My sister and I always had everything we wanted growing up. My mom made sure of that. We would always visit Kenny’s family during the holidays. We were happy. Truly happy until the universe decide to rob me of my precious family. My life has been hell since then and no matter how much I think about it, it would have been better if I’d stayed back home, but my uncle thought that was stupid and ridiculous. He never believed I could take care of myself. Even before I came to this school he’d made Kenny swear to keep an eye on me. This weight of everything that had happened since coming here pressed against my shoulders as I stood in the middle of my room. The air was crisp and biting into my skin but I barely felt it. All I could think about was the night in Daniel’s room. It had stuck in my head like
JacobMr Richard slammed the door behind him. The sound of it echoed painfully in my head. I collapsed onto the soft carpet in Daniel’s room, my fingers digging dip into it like it would save me from the mess I’d just gotten myself into. “What the fuck just happened? What did I just do?”I couldn’t believe Mr Richard would just casually walk into a room in the dorm… and Daniel’s room?For a second, my whole body trembled and I wanted to run after him, to call out to him, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t get my legs to move, or my mouth to speak. Daniel stood there, unmoving. His shorts still dropped at his ankles, and his face was inscrutable. There was no panic… or rage, just pure amusement and a tinge of disappointment. It was like he knew this would happen.“You look pathetic. Get up from the floor,” he said, pulling his shorts back on. His voice was low. I couldn’t speak as my lips still burned from the kiss… the reckless, stupid kiss that had caused all this. The very one I initiated
Daniel The streets were dark and lonely. Quiet too. The only sound that emitted from the darkness was that of buzzing flies from a trash can that stood just a few feet away from Jacob.“Why the hell did I ask him to wait here? What if his uncle drove by and saw him or Kenny bumped into him?” I was sure Jacob’s mind was a rollercoaster of thoughts. “Worst of all what if kids from school came and saw him out here in the street? Alone?” That would mean endless bullying for him. Jacob wasn’t weak. Far from it. He only kept quiet and let people walk all over him for some odd reason I’m yet to find out. Did he like the school so much that he would take whatever bullshit that’s thrown at him?“Penny for your thoughts pretty boy.” My voice was calm.We sat in silence at the coffee shop, waiting for our order when I finally broke the silence. “So what do you think about being my little play thing, pretty boy?”The question threw Jacob off. It was unexpected. He must have had a million thin
Jacob I was woken by a loud bang on the door. "It's game tryouts tonight! Wooo!" Kenny's agitating voice was loud, just outside the door. "I know you must be excited, dear Couz."And I could have truly been excited if the tryouts were weeks ago, but now? It wasn't the right time to put myself in the spotlight, with all the torments from Daniel and creepy texts from whoever else had decided to make my life a living hell.I was good at almost every sport, especially soccer. I played so well at my old school, that I even made team captain. But it was different here.I didn't have any friends here, and the only people I spoke to weren't very nice to me. There was Daniel and his friends. Kenny and his minions. The creepy whoever watching and taking pictures of me sleeping."Go away K," I managed to say as I tried to rub off the sleep from my eyes."So eager to chase me away I see. Danny must be in there then."I almost fell while running to the door. I opened it and there was Kenny with t
JacobThe beaming lights on the second floor flickered angrily as I stared down on my bed. My textbook was drenched in water and dropped on my bed. The pages were bloated. Ruined. Someone had taken their time to scrawled the word "charity kid" on the wall. My hand was shaking as I reached for the wet book. The moment I tried to pick it up, the door flung open behind me. "Trouble, dear cousin?"Kenny's voice tinged with what sounded like concern but I knew better. I didn't need to turn to know Kenny was silently dying of cheer joy over my little predicament. "I'm fine Kenny" I managed to mutter as I picked up the drenched book. Water dripped all over my clothes and the floor.Kenny stepped behind me, stretching his neck a little. "Damn Couz, they really got you good this time huh?""Do you know who did this, Kenny?""I think they left you a note," Kenny said, pointing at a piece of paper in the tousled sheets.The moment Kenny walked out the door laughing, I picked up the semi wet
JacobThe red smeared across my locker wasn’t paint. Of course, it wasn’t. I smelled and almost tasted the metallic tang of it. I knew that smell very well. It was the same smell from the night my parents died. My stomach turned. The hallway was filled with students, their buzzing voices bouncing off the walls. Their fancy polished shoes clicked on the old marble floor, their laughter echoing through the ceiling. No one cared to glance at me or what was happening to my locker. Typical private school. Everyone always seem to turn a blind eyes and mind their business here, until it’s time to bully someone. I touched the substance, rubbing it between my thumb and pinky fingers. This was too thick for paint. Too real. Maybe a… A low “tsk tsk tsk” sounded behind me. The voice and were all too familiar but I didn’t want to jump into conclusions. “I see someone is desperate for attention.”I knew that voice. I spun around immediately. Daniel leaned against the locker next to min
JacobThe iron gates of the school loomed against the clouded sky, their sharp points shimmering with the morning dew.I felt the cold air hit my face as I tightened my grip on my backpack, the fabric making weird noises under my sweaty hands. I couldn’t shake off the last words from my uncle. “Don’t embarrass us.” They hung stiffly on my chest, almost making it impossible to breathe.Kenny, my cousin, had already disappeared into the crowd of the bad boys, their laughter ringing out like tiny shards of glass.I stood on the sidelines, my oversized shoes… a hand-me-down gift from Kenny, a hint of his expensive cologne still lingering… scraping hard against the old tiled floor. It felt like the ground itself was trying to swallow me whole.“An orphaned charity case.”The whispers were loud and clear. They moved through the noise of fancy shoes and blazers, wrapping painfully around me. I kept my head down, but the words still gnawed at the back of my neck.The Spanish classroom was sup