A/N and General Warnings: As usual, if you have any questions about the content, I'll be more than happy to talk it out with you.
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Please, please, please. He chanted the words over and over again in his head. It worked sometimes. Every once in awhile, especially when there were a lot of other kids around, they’d walk by him. Well, they usually managed to at least “accidentally” shove him as they went past, but that wasn’t so bad.
Of course, they were alone in the hallway today.
They got closer, and Edward’s hands started to shake uncontrollably. He shuffled his books back and forth. Please, please, please, please.
Something grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him backward. He was turned around in a dizzying motion and shoved up against the locker beside his. The impact pushed all the breath from his body. It took him a few seconds to remember how to breathe again.
When his eyes focused, he found himself face to face with Jacob Black and his little pack. There were four of them today. Jacob, Embry, Quil, and Garrett. Jacob was the leader, but they were all jerks.
“What are you doing, perv?” Jacob asked.
Edward knew from experience Jacob wasn’t looking for an answer. The other boy kept Edward pinned with a hand splayed over his chest while he started tossing things out of his locker with the other.
“W-hat do you want, Jacob?” Edward asked, managing to get his voice to work.
That was a mistake. The boy got right up in his face so their noses were almost touching. The pressure of his hand at Edward’s chest was crushing. He raised two fingers of his free hand as though he was going to poke Edward in the eyes. Edward craned backward even though he couldn’t go anywhere.
“What I want is to dig your eyeballs out, so I don’t have to think about you looking at me and my boys like that, you fucking queer,” Jacob said, his voice a low growl. The other boys echoed his sentiment, muttering, “Faggot,” and shoving at him as though he was trying to get somewhere.
Jacob’s fingers were so close to his eyeballs, Edward whimpered. He had to look away, off, over Jacob’s shoulder. He saw Garrett leaning against the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway and had just enough time to wonder what the hell he was doing over there when Jacob sucker punched him in the gut. He gasped, unable to breathe or buckle at the waist.
They formed a loose circle then, pushing Edward between them. Edward swung out wildly, trying to gain some kind of traction. He couldn’t catch his breath or orient himself enough to be steady on his own two feet, let alone fight back.
A shove at the small of his back sent Edward stumbling. He lost his balance and fell forward onto his hands and knees, gasping and sputtering. There were a pair of shoes in front of him, and he raised his head to find Garrett staring down at him.
For a moment, the world seemed to slow. Every once in awhile, Garrett got this look in his eyes; like he was seriously considering that what they were doing might be all kinds of wrong. For a second, maybe two, they stared at each other, and Edward thought maybe Garrett wanted to help him.
Please, please, please.
A hand wrapped around his arm, hauling him to his feet. “Fucking gross. Look. He wants to suck Garrett’s dick,” Jacob said.
“Ah, we already knew that.” Embry yanked him out of Jacob’s hold, shaking him as he did. “Maybe we should knock all your teeth out, huh, queer?”
“Naw.” Quil shoved him again so his shoulder hit the side of the locker. Again, Edward found himself pressed up against it, this time face first. Quil’s hand at the back of his head had the grates of the locker pushing painfully into Edward’s cheek. “This is what you gotta get rid of.” He used his foot to spread Edward’s legs further apart, holding his upper torso pinned when he struggled. “We should cut off your dick, fag.” He grabbed Edward roughly between his legs. “So you-”
With an animalistic shout he wouldn’t have figured himself capable of, Edward reared back hard enough that the pressure against his skull lessened. He drove his elbow back, and Quil jumped with a yelp to avoid it.
Good enough. Edward spun around, breathless and aching and more scared than he’d ever been, which was saying something when faced with these four. But he was also angrier than he’d ever been. A kind of anger that gave him strength. “You fucking assholes. You’re the ones who can’t leave me alone. Who do you think’s more fucking queer?”
It was the wrong thing to say. He could see in their eyes the need to prove he was wrong. He was furious and fierce in his anger, but they were angrier, fiercer, and there were more of them.
They stepped forward with clenched fists. It was one of the last things Edward saw.A/N: Many thanks to Mina, MoH, and JessyPT.
I know these are my famous last words, but this should be short. No more than five chapters. (Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mina already laughed at me).