Snippet #2065298

Dorian pulled a slip of paper out of his locker and tilted his head a little. He'd had this locker most of his time in Lineham, and he remembered keeping one photo with him the whole time. It was a picture that was taken when he was a kid. It had him, his mother, and his father in it, and they all looked smiley and happy. Dorian looked only about seven or so, but it was one of those pictures that had always kept him going. Put up with it for dad... He thought to himself, sliding the picture back under the bundle of books and then slowly closing his locker. Dorian wasn't one to show his emotions to others. It was always behind a shell of glares and sour looks that he gave to people. And his big geeky glasses too. Most of his things could be hidden behind them. Especially his actually really pretty green eyes...

Dorian prodded his glasses up the bridge of his nose again, sighing gently as he turned down the corridor to trudge off to his first class, but was suddenly surrounded by jocks and such, circled around him like a pack of wild dogs. They all loomed over him with nasty leers and grins. It wasn't a surprise they were looming over him. Most boys were taller than him -hell, a lot of the busty cheerleaders were taller than him. He was very short for his age, and he hated it. It made him a target for jerks such as these guys.

"Hey, four eyes." One of them started with, sniggering a little. "You're looking a little down today? You should try standing up straight! Oh wait, you are!" Some of the others laughed and high five'd each other for the lame joke. Dorian grimaced, fists tightening as he looked up at the cocky jock through the tops of his glasses. He sighed a little, the jokes never got any better.

"Yes, I am, now piss off, please." Dorian snapped with a glare, walking towards a small gap between the jocks whilst his ears filled with the loud "Ooooooooh" raising slowly in tone like the start of a fire truck siren. He was about to walk past one, but then felt someone tug at his backpack, which he had ironically made sure was firmly on his shoulders. A stupid move looking back on it...

"It's not nice to be so rude to your fellow colleagues." said one jock snidely, flicking Dorian's small nose and making a slight 'clink' noise on his glasses. He was suddenly yanked back more, feet struggling to try and keep control of his own movements, but he didn't even succeed. He was dragged back and then tossed, his head hitting the back of a locker and his eyes wincing shut as he groaned slightly in pain. He heard the loud clunk of the locker closing and locking, a sound all too familiar to him. He hesitantly looked up, seeing two of the jock's peering through the gap. "Maybe this'll teach you that you really aren't as popular as you think you are."

Dorian blinked a couple of times as the jocks walked away, trying to think it over. As popular as he thought he was? Well, he thought he was the most unpopular boy in school... Did they think he was big-headed and arrogant now? "Well just f**king great..." He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair before kicking at the locker door, trying to see if he could simply kick it open. He knew it wouldn't, but it was worth a try...