User blog:TheToughGuy/Transferred To Bullworth (TheToughGuy): Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13: OUTCAST 

  

After everything that happened at the football game, I had a rough night filled with awful dreams. I couldn’t help but dream about that one kid that killed himself. His numb body lying on the ground right next to the bottle of pills that he desperately swallowed just to “escape” his life and what was to come of it. I kept seeing myself there, in that bathroom with him. After his parents opened the door and saw me, just as they put their phones out to call the police, I wake in some very cold sweat.

After maybe the third time that this happened, I turned to my alarm clock and saw that it was 10:30 AM. Thank God that it was a Saturday, otherwise I would have been late for class. I got up from my bed, noticing that I was still in my dirty school uniform, and went over to the wardrobe to get some clean clothes. I pretty much pulled out the usual stuff: a towel, a bar of soap, a red t-shirt, some ratty blue jeans, and a black pair of boxer shorts.

I walked out of my room and went up to the second floor where the bathroom was. While walking towards the stairs, some of the boys in the dorm were eye-balling me. They probably heard about my secret from someone who was at the game, but nonetheless I ignored them and went to the bathroom.

Once I got to the bathroom, I laid my clothes right outside the stall that I going to use, and then I went inside it and stripped my dirty clothes off. I turned the shower on, and I started washing my body. Once I got done with my back, I couldn’t help but think that somebody was watching me. I opened the stall just enough to see outside without exposing myself, only to find no one out there. I closed the stall door and continued to wash my body.

After I was done with my shower, I dragged my clean clothes with my foot underneath the door and started putting them on. Once I was done dressing, I picked up my dirty clothes, walked outside the bathroom, and went by to my dorm room. During the walk back to my room, a couple of Non-Clique students said to me, “Get out of here, you psychopath. We don’t want your kind around here”. I kept my head down and walked straight by to my room. I closed the door behind me and threw my dirty clothes in the hamper.

I turned on the radio to listen to some music while I went to the wardrobe to get some socks and sneakers. While I was getting the desired items and putting them on, I couldn’t help but hear what Eric Young had to say about last night:

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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">So, that reveal about Greg Winston’s past life before coming here was a shocker. I never thought that Greg of all people would be a bully. I don’t know him personally, but I do know that he’s friends with Jake’s former girl, Cameron Joseph. Just from all the messages that I got in the past 12 hours, Greg is really the most popular, or should I say unpopular, story since Jake dumped Cameron for Debbie Monroe. Just for this kind of occasion, I have a special song just for Jake and everyone that is listening. Here’s <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">Old Love / New Love by Twin Shadows. Enjoy.''

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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">I woke up in an unfamiliar setting. At first, it was hard to see because of the bright light, but with a beeping sound and some talk about medicine and antibiotics, I soon determined that I was in a hospital. After a while, there was someone calling me by name. Her soothing voice made me recognize it out of all the loud noises in the hospital. My eyes adjusted enough for me to see a familiar blonde-haired girl waiting for me. “How do you feel?” she then asks me.

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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">With all that Cameron said to me, my anger started building up. Why the hell isn’t he getting punished? He clearly broke the rules, he needs to be punished. My anger was starting to get the best of me that I started balling my fists up. “Damn that Jake, damn his father, and damn Coach Stark”, I said out-loud. I never liked Coach Stark anyway. During my first week at Bullworth Academy, I walked past him in the school hallways. When he saw me out in the hallway, he made the remark to me, “What are you supposed to be; a boy, or a girl? If you’re a boy, cut that silly long hair of yours”. Ever since then, he’s always said to me how he would cut my hair had I been in his Gym class. I never liked him, and with all that Jake has done, I can’t believe that he’s going to turn a blind-eye away from it.

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<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">All night long, Cameron has kept me company. I never did get why she would stay for me. Granted, she did say that she would do it for her other friends, but something told me that there was something more between us than just a friendship. Did Cameron have a crush on me? It would make sense considering how Jake has treated her like trash for a good while now. Something tells me that I would find out soon enough though. I never had a girlfriend before, so this would be all new territory to me. The one question I have to ask myself for now is “When should I make a move?”