Sick Little Games

Alex's POV:

I eventually found my form room...10 minutes after the bell went but, hey, who could blame me? I'm new here and this place is so fucking confusing. And the map? Utterly useless. I timidly knocked on the door, hoping to draw as less attention to myself as possible. A young-looking male teacher opened the door, biting on his lip ring in the process.
"Ahhh, Alexander Gaskarth, is it? You're late but I guess we can excuse that for today. I'm Mr Flyzik. Please introduce yourself to the rest of the group."

I gingerly stepped into the room, immediately noticing the several posters of music related stuff on the walls. I swallowed and looked at the grimy floor below my converse. I've always hated speaking in front of people I don't know. I felt a gentle nudge on my arm and looked up to see Mr Flyzik giving me a look as if to tell me to speak.
"Errmm...I-I'm Alex. I like bands like B-Blink-182 and Green Day." I spoke quietly, hoping no one would hear me. I heard a few whispers from the slutty-looking girls at the front, something to do with my accent saying it's cute. Oh, if only they knew that they aren't my type. No where near my type, actually.

"Faggot."
My heart sank at that comment. I recognised the voice from the lanky kid who was leaning on my locker earlier. It also clicked that he was the one who pushed me over this morning. I bit my lip and looked down.
"Jack, you know that sort of language isn't appropriate."
Jack. So that was his name. Suited him. For the first time, I lifted my head to look around the room whilst Jack and Mr Flyzik were staring each other out. The only seat available was next to Jack. Fucking fantastic. I cleared my throat in hope that it would catch Mr Flyzik's attention so he could stop the awkward silence and tell me where to sit, although I probably already knew the answer.
"Alex, go and sit next to Barakat over there." Barakat? What sort of a name is that? "He wont be any more bother, will you, Jack?" Jack just rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. This day already sucked and I've only been here half an hour.

I sauntered over to my seat and slid into it, ignoring Jack's eyes burning a hole into the side of my head as I did so.
"So, are you a fag or not then?"

Jack's POV:

Alexander Gaskarth? What sort of name is that? Fucking hell, it must have been a difficult birth.

"So, are you a fag or not then?" I asked. I mean, come on. Skinny jeans, his hair is obviously dyed a lighter shade of brown than it is naturally and you can just...tell, especially from the way he walked. I noticed that Alex hadn't answered me yet.
"You know, Gayskarth?" Gayskarth. Yeah, I like that one. "You really shouldn't ignore me like that. It's rude and it's your first day, wouldn't you like to have some friends? Now fucking answer my damn question. Are you a fag or not?" He turned slowly, trembling slightly. Ha, so weak.
"What does it matter if I am gay? Does it affect you? No. Will I fuck you in the locker rooms when getting changed for gym? Certainly not. So, fuck off and leave me alone. Oh, and just look who's asking the question. I would've thought you were gay with your fucking skunk hair and black and gold dunks. Very straight of you." Damn, this kid's got a mouth on him. I stood up with my first raised only to be pulled back down by Zack, who was sat next to me. Gayskarth got off lucky this time. Zack looked at me, wide-eyed and pulled me back down to my seat.

The rest of form went by agonisingly slowly. Mr Flyzik was too engrossed in his lesson planning to notice the little ordeal that went down between Alex and I. Good. I don't need him interfering.
"Jack, Alex? Come here a second please" Speak of the devil. I pushed past Gaskarth, stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jeans and stormed up the Flyzik's desk. Alex followed.
"Now, you and Alex here have the same timetable, I want you to show him round and walk with him to each of your classes." I groaned. Are you fucking serious? "Shut up, Jack. You were new here too just over a year ago. You know how he's feeling. Just walk with him until he gets his head around it. And, for heaven's sake, Jack, be nice to him." Be nice? Be fucking nice? How can I be nice to someone like Gayskarth?

I turned on my heal and walked back to my seat, muttering a string of curses on the way.

Alex's POV:

"Alex, if Jack gives you any trouble or says anything, no matter how small it may seem, come and tell me, okay? It's about time he was brought down a peg or two."
My Flyzik offered me a sad smile and looked down., indicating that I should go back to my seat. I slunk back and put my head in my hands, waiting for the bell to indicate that any remaining happiness is about to be destroyed.

A few minutes later, the bell sounded and it was a mass scramble to get out the door. I grabbed my back and turned to Jack. He was talking to a well-built guy sat in front with a buzz cut. I noticed that his nose was slightly too big for his face, but it suited him. His eyes crinkled at the sides whenever he laughed and his hair was a dark brown, almost black, with blonde chunks running through it. His body was thin but not too skinny. His legs were long. It wasn't hard to spot how skinny he actually was, even through his jeans, which I'm sure where a skinny fit but they hung loosely.
"Are you done checking me out, faggot?"
I could feel my cheeks heat up, I hung my head low and let my fringe flop over my face in a feeble attempt to hide my obvious blush. I heard a voice boom from the other side of the door.
"Are you coming or what, Gayskarth? We've got geography."
Mr Flyzik sighed and carried on typing, I shuffled in the direction of the door, successfully walking into a desk and stubbing my toe on the leg of a chair.

So much for avoiding any bullies.

Notes

Heyy,
I hope this isn't too shitty...I promise it will be going places soon. I just needed to introduce the characters and have a sort of introduction to the story.

Thanks :))

Em