-Sighs- Here you go, I decided to be nice, and While I’m listening to the most awsomenest band in the world, The academy is… I decided to type more up for you, Now all bow down and say thank you to the sick Hailey...

Anyway, -munches on toast- I had a bad dream last night –cries- Willam Becketts voice made it all better though, Yay for him.

Now, READ AND REVIEW

Thankies.

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“Bye mom, thanks for the ride, I’m going to go to EA after school so I’ll just catch a bus home” Pixie said to his mom in the car as she pulled up to the front of the school.

“Okay honey, I’ll see you later” she said with a smile kissing his cheek and waving him goodbye as he got out of the car, only to be tackled to the snow stuck ground by Serena.

“Muffin!” she screamed, kissing his forehead and straddling his waist.

“Why hello cupcake” Pixie grinned back, wiggling on the ground in discomfort as he felt his shirt starting to get wet from the snow that was melting beneath him from the body heat.

Rolling his eyes, Shawn, Serena’s boyfriend, came up behind her and lifted her off of him, offering a hand up as well. Gratefully taking it, Pixie let himself be pulled up by Shawn, giving the teen a hug when he was fully on his feet.

“How were the holidays?” Pixie asked letting go of Shawn who was grinning.

“Great! And yours?” He replied.

“Pretty cool man” Pixie replied before turning his head around as far as it would go, tying to get a look at his back.

“Damn it Seri!” Pixie sighed with a groan.

“Sorry Pixie sticks!” Seri said while leaning into Shawn’s chest, letting his arms wrap around her wait possessively.

Huffing, Pixie shrugged and said “Whatever” and all three of them started towards the schools front doors wanting to get inside the warm building.

Climbing the flight of stairs in the Hub that led up towards the second floor where all of your friends met Pixie stopped in front of the bathroom “I’m going to try and dry this off you guys” he mumbled picking at his shirt “I’ll be at the benches in a couple of minutes” Nodding both Seri and Shawn started back down the Hallway leaving Pixie to the bathroom.

Grumbling, he walked over towards the hand dyers and started peeling off his shirt, not noticing that someone was in the bathroom, enclosed in a stall.

Running his hand under the dryer to get it going, Pixie stood there, bare chest while he was grumpily trying to dry the wet marks on his shirts.

“Having fun there?” A slightly familiar voice asked, causing Pixie to just roll his eyes and continue to rub one hand over the wet parts, commencing in helping dry the shirts.

“Loads he replied, blowing a piece of hair out of his mouth, “Can’t you tell?”

Laughing, the teen came over towards Pixie, brushing his arm as he did so, leaning against the counter and watching the shivering reaction Pixie had to his arm to arm contact.

Hearing giddy, Pixie whirled around to confront the teen, his words dying in his mouth as he caught sight of who the personal space popper happened to be.

“Umm…hi AJ?” Pixie asked in embarrassment, turning away from the soccer player immediately as he heard the door bang open, the bang causing AJ to force the words he had been about to say, down, as some football players and a couple soccer players entered the bathroom, laughing loudly, claiming attention of even those still in the hallway.

“Hey Fag!” One said enthusiastically as he immediately zoned in on the shirtless Pixie, AJ’s jaw clenched but he didn’t say anything, he turned away and started to wash his hands, t he only indication he knew what was happening was the way he cringed every time a crude name left the lips of a jock.

“Fairy boy having fun?”

“Bet you would love if someone raped you, you fag.”

“You’re a sick fuck fairy boy.”

Not saying anything, Pixie kept a blank, calm perception though the words spread cracks his already shattered self control and heart itself.

Pulling his shirt on, Pixie bent to pick his messenger bag off the tile floor, when someone kicked the back of his knee and he went down hard on his knees, wincing at the bruising contact.

“Un” he groaned as one grabbed his hair, pulling him backwards so someone else could deliver a pinch to his cheekbone, right underneath his eye, the fist half landing on his temple, everyone freezing when they heard a crack.

Pixie let out a short scream of pain.

They immediately let him go, watching as he crumpled onto the floor, shallow breaths leaving his body.

“Shit” Someone said.

“Lets get out of here!” another said.

They all nodded, except for AJ who was staring at him to what he called his friends, in shock. Everyone leaving, someone snagging AJ’s elbow and dragging him out of the bathroom, leaving Pixie in his pain, crumpled on the bathroom floor, feeling betrayed and an un-welcomed dizziness invading his head.

Struggling to his feet, Pixie stumbled out of the bathroom and accidentally fell onto a girl walking by.

She immediately caught him; out of reflex I guess and took one look at his hearing up eyes, to the blood leaking out of his mouth, to his already swollen and purple cheek/half side of the face.

The girl bleach blonde and she was wearing a tight hot pink tank-top with a mini denim skirt, those silly moccasin boots gracing her feet and a green purse clutched in her grasp, but without a second thought she called out, “Sarah I need some help!” and another blonde girl down the hallway turned her head, caught one look at Pixie and came down the hallway at a fast pace.

She took half of his weight onto herself, “Nurses office” they said in unison before hefting him down the stairs. The only going through his own mind though was, ‘how could I have fallen for such an asshole?’

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HOLY SHIT!!
My god, There you go, your second chapter. –sighs- Finally.

I have 20 more fucking pages to type out.

Yay for me.

No laughing else I hurt you.

Later.

Hailey Babiak