When I Stop To Think About It
Dragged From The Silence Where You Hide
I watched Andy leave my classroom and sighed. Something inside my chest seemed to be reaching for him. I didn't understand. I only felt that when I watched my girlfriend walk away from me. I sighed thinking about Kina. I loved that woman and I rarely saw her. She worked nights and I worked days so we rarely saw each other recently. I sat down and went through Andy's worksheet. Poor kid. Most of them were wrong, except for the harder ones which he'd got spot on. I sighed. How did he do that? I looked up as my next class walked in. I immediately notice five goth kids that sat at the back in the corner. I frowned. This would be fun. I remembered being back in high school.
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"Hey Ashley, you gay fag."
I ignored them and kept walking. I wasn't in the mood for their shit. Not since - I stopped the thought there and then. It was too painful. One of them grabbed me by my hair. I winced as they threw me to the floor. I looked around. Class had started so it was just them and me. I felt dread rising in my heart. What the hell were they going to do?
"Get him in the locker room."
Someone grabbed me and pulled me into the door, pushing me through it. I hit the floor and cried out as my wrist cracked. I couldn't move it or put pressure on it. Tears fell down my face, smudging my make up. Someone grabbed me and rolled me over. Someone else stripped me and it dawned on me what was happening.
"N-No. P-Please!"
"Shut it you little faggot."
I let out a sob.
"Aww, he's scared."
Someone grabbed me and I fought like a fucking wild cat. I didn't want this to happen. I felt something wet on my hand and I realized I'd made one of them bleed. Someone smacked me around the head. Hard. I sat there in a daze. I felt someone spread my legs and I screamed.
"NO. PLEASE!" I struggled but the mayority held me down. I looked up at Axl. "P-Please."
He smirked and slammed inside of me. The pain made me black out.
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I opened my eyes and looked at my class. Two of the goths were making out at the back. I sighed and looked at the register.
"Harry Styles?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Zayn Malik?"
"Yes."
"Christian Mora? Jake Pitts? Chris Cerulli? Ricky Olson?"
Chris and Ricky didn't reply. I looked at the two goths.
"Mr. Cerulli and Mr. Olson, I would appreciate a little less tonsil tennis."
They broke apart, blushing.
"Right, simultaneous equations."
I handed out the same worksheet. I went through the first question again.
"Anybody, need help?"
I saw Ricky look down, almost as though he was ashamed.
"You can listen to your music as long as you're working."
I walked over to Ricky and knelt in front of his desk.
"Ricky, are you alright?"
He shook his head and his voice was barely a whisper when he spoke.
"I feel sick."
I nodded.
"Jake would you take Ricky to the nurse's office?"
"Yes."
He got up and walked with Ricky out the room. I went back to my desk and marked the previous class's answers. It was clear Andy needed help.
I looked up as the bell for lunch rang.
"Off you go, guys. Jake can I have a word?"
Jake came over and I waited for everyone to leave.
"Is Ricky alright?"
"He gets ill a lot."
I nodded.
"Great work, Jake. Off you go."
He smiled and walked out. I got up and grabbed my lunch. I walked through to the lunch hall. I sat next to Mark Longbottom, the history teacher. I knew him from an old support group.
"Ash."
"Mark."
"How's your first day?"
"Alright."
I saw Andy, Jake, Kellin, Christian, Ricky and Chris all sitting at a table. Ricky was laughing and mucking about. He saw me and fell quiet. I sighed. I would have to talk to him later. I slid my eyes over to Andy. His long, black hair was shimmering in the light. His deep blue eyes were obvious even from here. I saw Zayn, Harry and three other boys walk over and say something to Andy. Jake and Christian stood up almost immediately and Kellin, Ricky and Chris comforted Andy, who was crying. I walked over.
"Not our fault, the slut has no parents."
"Mr. Styles."
He shot around and stared at me.
"M-Mr. Purdy!!
"You and the rest of you are only going in one direction. Principal's office now." (See what I did there? xD)
They stalked off and I sat down.
"Andy? Talk to me, what happened?"
He didn't reply.
"Will you guys take Andy to my room? I'll be there in a few minutes."
They all nodded. I stared at Andy as he walked off. His jeans were so tight, they hugged his ass perfectly. I shook my head and packed my lunch up.
Andy was still in tears.
"Andy what did they say?"
Kellin was rubbing Andy's back and Andy shook his head. Jake cracked his knuckles.
"Andy's parents are in comas because they were in a car crash and those cunts were taking the piss."
He punched a wall.
"Calm, please, Jake. Andy, what did they say?"
He wiped his eyes.
"T-They called my f-father a d-drunk and my m-mother a s-slag."
"OK. I'll deal with it."
They all stood up.
"Ricky, may I have a word?"
He hung his head as the others left.
"Why did you bunk my lesson?"
"I c-can't do Math. I do t-try but I don't understand."
"Ask me next time, I'll help you."
"Sorry Sir."
"Go look after Andy."
He nodded and walked out.
I looked up as the final bell rang.
"See you all tomorrow, guys."
There was a chorus of goodbyes as everyone left. I sighed. What a day. I'd made friends with other teachers, stopped bullying, and developed a crush on a student. My mind went to Andy. I hoped he was alright. I hadn't seen him since lunch. I pulled my jacket on and packed my bag. I left and made my way to my Harley. I put my bag in the saddle bag and was about to get on when I heard someone cry out. I stopped and looked towards the football pitch. A group of people, with two people that looked like Harry and Zayn, were crowding around something.
"STOP! PLEASE!"
I recognized Andy's voice and sprinted over.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"
They started running and I knelt next to Andy. One eyes was black, his nose was bleeding and he had a split lip. I helped him up and near enough carried him to my bike. I put his bag in with mine and helped him on the back. I got on and drove back to my apartment.
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"Hey Ashley, you gay fag."
I ignored them and kept walking. I wasn't in the mood for their shit. Not since - I stopped the thought there and then. It was too painful. One of them grabbed me by my hair. I winced as they threw me to the floor. I looked around. Class had started so it was just them and me. I felt dread rising in my heart. What the hell were they going to do?
"Get him in the locker room."
Someone grabbed me and pulled me into the door, pushing me through it. I hit the floor and cried out as my wrist cracked. I couldn't move it or put pressure on it. Tears fell down my face, smudging my make up. Someone grabbed me and rolled me over. Someone else stripped me and it dawned on me what was happening.
"N-No. P-Please!"
"Shut it you little faggot."
I let out a sob.
"Aww, he's scared."
Someone grabbed me and I fought like a fucking wild cat. I didn't want this to happen. I felt something wet on my hand and I realized I'd made one of them bleed. Someone smacked me around the head. Hard. I sat there in a daze. I felt someone spread my legs and I screamed.
"NO. PLEASE!" I struggled but the mayority held me down. I looked up at Axl. "P-Please."
He smirked and slammed inside of me. The pain made me black out.
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I opened my eyes and looked at my class. Two of the goths were making out at the back. I sighed and looked at the register.
"Harry Styles?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Zayn Malik?"
"Yes."
"Christian Mora? Jake Pitts? Chris Cerulli? Ricky Olson?"
Chris and Ricky didn't reply. I looked at the two goths.
"Mr. Cerulli and Mr. Olson, I would appreciate a little less tonsil tennis."
They broke apart, blushing.
"Right, simultaneous equations."
I handed out the same worksheet. I went through the first question again.
"Anybody, need help?"
I saw Ricky look down, almost as though he was ashamed.
"You can listen to your music as long as you're working."
I walked over to Ricky and knelt in front of his desk.
"Ricky, are you alright?"
He shook his head and his voice was barely a whisper when he spoke.
"I feel sick."
I nodded.
"Jake would you take Ricky to the nurse's office?"
"Yes."
He got up and walked with Ricky out the room. I went back to my desk and marked the previous class's answers. It was clear Andy needed help.
I looked up as the bell for lunch rang.
"Off you go, guys. Jake can I have a word?"
Jake came over and I waited for everyone to leave.
"Is Ricky alright?"
"He gets ill a lot."
I nodded.
"Great work, Jake. Off you go."
He smiled and walked out. I got up and grabbed my lunch. I walked through to the lunch hall. I sat next to Mark Longbottom, the history teacher. I knew him from an old support group.
"Ash."
"Mark."
"How's your first day?"
"Alright."
I saw Andy, Jake, Kellin, Christian, Ricky and Chris all sitting at a table. Ricky was laughing and mucking about. He saw me and fell quiet. I sighed. I would have to talk to him later. I slid my eyes over to Andy. His long, black hair was shimmering in the light. His deep blue eyes were obvious even from here. I saw Zayn, Harry and three other boys walk over and say something to Andy. Jake and Christian stood up almost immediately and Kellin, Ricky and Chris comforted Andy, who was crying. I walked over.
"Not our fault, the slut has no parents."
"Mr. Styles."
He shot around and stared at me.
"M-Mr. Purdy!!
"You and the rest of you are only going in one direction. Principal's office now." (See what I did there? xD)
They stalked off and I sat down.
"Andy? Talk to me, what happened?"
He didn't reply.
"Will you guys take Andy to my room? I'll be there in a few minutes."
They all nodded. I stared at Andy as he walked off. His jeans were so tight, they hugged his ass perfectly. I shook my head and packed my lunch up.
Andy was still in tears.
"Andy what did they say?"
Kellin was rubbing Andy's back and Andy shook his head. Jake cracked his knuckles.
"Andy's parents are in comas because they were in a car crash and those cunts were taking the piss."
He punched a wall.
"Calm, please, Jake. Andy, what did they say?"
He wiped his eyes.
"T-They called my f-father a d-drunk and my m-mother a s-slag."
"OK. I'll deal with it."
They all stood up.
"Ricky, may I have a word?"
He hung his head as the others left.
"Why did you bunk my lesson?"
"I c-can't do Math. I do t-try but I don't understand."
"Ask me next time, I'll help you."
"Sorry Sir."
"Go look after Andy."
He nodded and walked out.
I looked up as the final bell rang.
"See you all tomorrow, guys."
There was a chorus of goodbyes as everyone left. I sighed. What a day. I'd made friends with other teachers, stopped bullying, and developed a crush on a student. My mind went to Andy. I hoped he was alright. I hadn't seen him since lunch. I pulled my jacket on and packed my bag. I left and made my way to my Harley. I put my bag in the saddle bag and was about to get on when I heard someone cry out. I stopped and looked towards the football pitch. A group of people, with two people that looked like Harry and Zayn, were crowding around something.
"STOP! PLEASE!"
I recognized Andy's voice and sprinted over.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"
They started running and I knelt next to Andy. One eyes was black, his nose was bleeding and he had a split lip. I helped him up and near enough carried him to my bike. I put his bag in with mine and helped him on the back. I got on and drove back to my apartment.
Notes
Wait, what is this? Could it be my chapter? Holy Batman.Sorry it took so long guys, I've had laptop problems, internet problems, family problems and my brother also accidentally stabbed me in the arm ._.
It's finally up ^^
Title Credit: Scream - Misfits
Your turn Kitty Kat
I like the story so far and cant wait for more
3/21/14