Simon's pov

"Simon, could you answer number 24 for the class?" My math teacher asked making me bolt upright and look around in confusion. "I hope I'm not boring you Mr.Blair, this class is needed to pass after all." She tutted, students around me snickering as I blushed deeply and looked down.

"Sorry, could you repeat the question?" I asked, feeling everyone's eyes on me making me slouch in my chair even more.

"Incompetent child, Randy, answer number 24." She said, Randy answering the question perfect before the class moved on to answer the next question. I sighed, keeping my head down for the rest of the lesson. My mind wandering like it did everyday, taking me away from school and too my books, imaging the scenes I read previously.

When the bell rang I stayed in my seat until everyone was filing out of the room before getting up. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder I kept my head down as I walked to the from of the class and out the door. Letting out the breath of air I seemed to have been holding in. This was the first time in weeks Mrs.Patterson let me out of her class without making me stay back to talk with her. It was always a threat about calling my parents if I didn't start paying attention and my usual "I'll try harder" mumble.

I was snapped off of my thoughts when I was slammed against a locking making me bite my tongue to keep the whimper of pain in. I didn't even have to look up to see who did it. My heart instantly dropped when I was pushed back against the locker again, this time my head slammed back into it making me whimper. I cured myself silently for showing them weakness.

"Look what we have here, little Simon." Henry taunted, watching as I stared at my shoes and shrunk back. "Little gay boy here got Jake in trouble the other day."

"No I didn't..." I mumbled, regretting it instantly when Henry grabbed the front of my hoody and pressed my against the locker.

"What did you just say, faggot?" He growled, his buddies coming up on either side of him to block my escape routes.

"N-nothing." I stuttered, anxiously looking around to see a group of people gathering to watch.

"That's what I thought." He spat, throwing me to the ground. I caught myself on my hands on knees, wincing when I hit the dirty floor.

"Principal's coming, let's go." Jake said making all three boys leave me and the group disbursed. I picked myself off the ground, wiping my dirty hands off on my knees, patting the dirt off of them as well. I felt a rather large bump forming on my head already making me wince when I touched it.

Sighing I pulled my hood up and made my way to the library. No one else seemed to notice me as I slipped into the large room and went all the way to the back on the left where a few beanbags were. I smiled slightly when I saw that no one was in my spot. No one ever was through, I had the whole place to the self most days besides the librarian who hardly ever ventured away from her desk.

I sat down on the blue beanbag, pulling my headphones and book out of my backpack. Getting comfortable I opened up to the page that I left off on and turned my music on. "Pigeon" by Cavetown played through my earbuds as I lost myself in my book. Smiling to myself as I read over an interesting part.
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"I'll see you all tomorrow, be ready for the test coming up on Friday, guys."

We were dismissed from our last class of the day. I was happy that school was over for the day but I wasn't looking forward to going home. Mom hasn't been home in a week and Dad hasn't been home in 15 years. I was too caught up in my thoughts causing me to walk right into someone.

"Sorry, I-"

"You what, faggot?" Henry asked, taking me by the hood and dragged me around to the back of the school. I struggled against his hold, trying to get him to let go.

"Hey, stop." I said, tripping as he threw me forward making me land in the mud.

"So, where were we?" Jake chuckled, cracking his knuckles. Henry laughed as Kevin kicked me in the stomach making me cough and fall over.

They beat me until I was a bloody mess. Tears mixed with the blood, bruises couldn't be told from dirt anymore, my cries for them to stop fell to deaf ears as they laughed at me. Jake video taping the whole thing and when Henry got bored he watched Kevin and Jake for a bit before telling them that he was bored.

"Bye, little bitch boy, see you soon." Henry laughed, kicking me one last time before leaving. His friends got in a few more kicks and punched before leaving. When I couldn't see them anymore I still laid there in the mud. Shaking and coughing when I tried to drawn in a gasp of air. My whole body hurt as I shakily sat up, wincing from the pain as I spat out blood.

My walk home took longer than usual because I was limping. My cloths were covered in blood and mud, my shoes weren't better off either. Everything hurt so much I couldn't help the few tears that made it out as I walked down my road and up my driveway. Shaking getting my key out of my pocket I opened the door and was welcomed by a silent, empty house.

Stumbling into the laundry room I slowly pulled my hoody and pants off, putting them into the wash along with my shoes. I didn't glance at my body, knowing that they did a number on me. Limping into the bathroom I started up the shower, pulling my socks and boxers off once the door was shut. I glanced up at the mirror and winced at my beaten form.

I got into the shower, grateful for the warm water that washed the mud from the pale, bruised body. I washed myself, washing the grass and leaf pieces out of my hair and was careful around my bruises. Once I was done I got out, getting the first aid kit and cleaned my split lip up and made sure I didn't have any other major cuts anywhere. I took a few pain killers and limped into my room, getting into clean boxers, sweatpants, and a hoody.

I was in too much pain to even think about eating so I climbed into bed, letting the tears fall as I cried. Feeling so pathetic but I couldn't stop them and as time went on my silent crying turned into sobbing. My heart beating faster as I gasped for air, hyperventilating. Everything hurt so much, my mind was caving in on itself and I was letting it, passing out with a tear stained face.

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I hope you like my first oc book, I've had this idea for awhile and I just got around to it. If you like it let me know what you think.
There will be way more character development as time goes on, I just wanna get it out there and see what people think before getting deeper into the story