Chapter 2

Talon

I yelped in pain as I was hurled into my locker for what seemed like the thousandth time this year. It really shouldn't surprise me. I mean everything about me just screams easy target. It's hard for a fourteen-year-old guy who has long jet-black hair with white spots in it that make it look like the night sky. They all talk about my eyes and how they look like the colors of a fire. Yeah, I said looks like the color of fire. I've been told they change from orange, blue, and red depending on the mood I'm in. My skinniness is also another trait that makes me an easy target. I don't have very much muscle, which wouldn't have matter if I wasn't skinny, which I am. I'm not extremely skinny considering I only weigh about one hundred thirty pounds. So yeah, I'm an easy target for bullies. For some reason no matter how, many times I move I seem to attract them. I should be calling myself the bully magnet.

A sharp, sudden pain brought me back to the current situation. The pain radiated from my left shoulder causing me to assume that I've just been hit there by an unknown object that I'm going to assume was a fist.

"I'm talking to you! Don't you dare ignore me," Jake said, making a point to yell it directly into my face. Jake of course was one of the biggest people at my high school to make my life miserable. He usually has a group of other guys with him, but today it looked like he was going solo today. I would have made a smarty comment about this fact, but seeing as I've already made him angry by zoning out after he shoved me into the locker, I decided against it.

I really wasn't scared of Jake, but the fact that he's on the high school varsity wrestling team pretty much means he could beat me to a pulp. Which I don't know about some people, but I really prefer to be in the shape I am in now instead of being turned into pulp. Jake is the only freshman on the varsity wrestling team, so I know I am no match for him. His hair is very short and a very nice light brown. When I look into his eyes, I sometimes get lost in their nice sky-blue color and forget that he is trying to make my life miserable. He is well muscled for a fourteen-year-old. And his small weight makes him very fast on the mats. Not that I've been to any of the meets, ok I'm lying, I've been to some...

Another jolt of pain brought me back to reality for the second time. Boy my shoulder is going to have a big bruise on it later I thought.

"I said what are you looking at fag?" he asked. Oh yeah, another thing I forgot to add to my list of things that are against me. I am gay and everyone knows it, because I let it slip one day when one of my former friends asked me who I liked.

"Certainly not your ugly face," I said so fast that I didn't realize what I said until a few seconds later. I quickly wiggled out of his grip while he was still in shock about what I said and took off running down the hall. I guess he didn't stay surprised too long, because I felt an iron clad grip on the back of my shirt yanking me to a halt and dragging me into the janitor's closet.

"You are going to regret saying that faggot," he growled.