Chapter 2:

“Yo, faggot! What up?”

I groaned inwardly as I heard that very distinct and annoying voice. It doesn’t help that I was in one of the most boring lectures I have ever had the displeasure of attending.

Its been about 30 hours since my little incident about my eyes and they haven’t changed a single bit. They are still extremely sensitive to light, meaning I need to wear sunglasses everywhere I go, and are still yellow. So. Fucking. Yellow. Miles is still trying to figure out what’s happened to them and I doubt he will stop until he achieves his goal or just completely gives up. I’m betting on the latter right now.

“Faggot, you deaf of something? I asked you a question! And I expect an answer!”

I gritted my teeth as I looked upwards and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before returning my eyes to the front.

“The ceiling. That’s what’s up, Daniela. Past that is the second floor, then the roof and then the sky. And if you want to go beyond that… Space. Oh, there might be a few birds on the way.” I replied with a monotone voice.

“You know, I hate a smart-ass!” The voice whispered into my ear as it leaned closer to me.

“Good for you, Daniela. Good. For. You. Maybe you should add me to your list of victims to bully… oh wait, I’m already on it.” I whispered back in a half monotone/ half sarcastic voice.

Now, the voice I am talking about is a dickhead called Daniel. He’s the kind of guy that everybody hates. Well, except for himself and his little crew that is. He's the cliché jock/bully combo that goes around picking on anything that was different or that they didn’t like. Unfortunately, I was both to him meaning I was a constant victim to his games. I suppose I do deserve some of it because I always call him Daniela, much to his hatred for the name.

Daniel leaned back in his chair but moved it closed to mine. Normally he sits on the other side of the room but he obviously moved just to annoy me. Luckily for him the professor who is currently giving us our boring ass lecture hardly ever notices students moving, even if he does he wouldn't care.

“What do you want, Daniela? Cant you see I’m trying to learn?” I asked him. ‘learning things I already know off by heart.’ I thought to myself.

“Oh, you know. Just checking up on my favourite faggot,” he replied nonchalantly, waving his hand in a casual manner.

“I’m your favourite bundle of sticks? I honestly don’t know if I should feel honoured or just worried for your mental health,” I told him with a smirk.

He reached out and smacked me across the back of my head. Good thing I’m used to this dude hitting me.

“I told you I hate a smart-ass,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

“Well, I hate you so the feeling is pretty much mutual!” I told him with a glare through my glasses, forgetting he couldn’t see my eyes.

He smacked me across the back of my head again but this time with a bit more force. Enough to make my shades slide down my nose slightly. I pushed them back up instantly as I rubbed the now sore spot on my head.

“Anyway, what’s with the sunglasses.? You tryin’ to act all cool?”

‘Shite!’ I swore internally as I realised I needed to think of an excuse for the shades. I couldn't tell him about my eyes, that would be a mistake and a half. ‘I could tell him… no, that won’t work. I could… nope, that won’t work either. Maybe I… no. What about… nein! NEIN NEIN NEIN!! NEIN!!!’

“Tick-tock, faggot.”

“It’s n-none of your business!” I stuttered, quickly, in a panic.

Wow, Smooth as fucking sandpaper…

“Riiiight. Well, I say it is my business. So tell me why you have stupid looking sunglasses on indoors on a cloudy day.

“I told you! Its none of you God damn business!” I almost yelled at him.
Daniel was not impressed by my answer at all. He clicked his fingers and pointed at his little crew then at me. Instantly, Max, Terry and George (the only members of his 'I-have-a-tiny-dick-so-I-take-my-frustration-out-on-others’ club) grabbed hold of my arms and immobilized me. Terry had his dirty hand over my mouth so I couldn’t call for help. The noise from the struggle brought a few glances our direction but nobody wanted to get involved so they ignored us.

“Isn't that a lot better?” he asked as he leaned forward and placed his hands on my shades. “I don’t think you’ll be needing these any more. Maybe I’ll keep ‘em. Probably look better on me anyway.

‘wow, this fucker is dense. Didn't he call that stupid looking just few seconds ago?’ I thought to myself as I tried to wriggle free of the grip that was going to be my undoing.

I have to give credit to these guys, they have a strong hold.

I was forced to watch as Daniels fingers made contact with the glasses and slowly take them off my face. I could hear George singing the Jaws theme for added affect and tension. It was definitely needed for what Daniel was about to see. Once he was done with his totally dramatic sunglasses removal, he looked down to fold them up then looked back up to me. And yes, he saw my yellow eyes. Why did they have to be yellow? OF ALL THE COLOURS IN THE RAINBOW!

I was too busy trying to wriggle out of my death grip to notice that my eyes should have been closed. My bully just stared at me with a look of confusion. once I noticed him staring I stopped my struggling and stared back with wide eyes. He got a better look at me and his confused face turned to one of shock, then absolute horror. He tried to move backwards In his chair but that caused him to fall backward and hit his head on the floor.

The collective noise of him hyperventilating and falling to the floor brought a lot of unwanted attention as many students turned their heads towards us, trying to see what the commotion was.

Daniels crew let go of me and rushed to his side to see if he was ok, only to be pushed aside was he stood up and started to back away from me.

“Freak… freak… freak…” he muttered repeated over and over again as he pointed a finger at me.

I noticed he had dropped my shades so I swept them up and quickly put them back over my eyes as I tried my best to ignore Daniel. However, everyone’s attention was brought back to the front as the Professor started shouting.

“Daniel! Sit down, shut up and pay attention! Or I’ll have to do something about your attitude-” just then the buildings bell rang to signal the end of our lecture. “Alright, everybody! Bugger off!” The Professor grunted.

The students flooded out of the room, forgetting about the commotion Daniel caused. He himself had stopped his incoherent rambling and rushed off with his friends to get as far away from me as possible. As he reached the door, professor called out to him.

“You won’t be so lucky next time Dani boy!”

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the last I saw of him. Not by a long shot.

Author's Note

Well, here is the new chapter...
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Yeah, I'm in Wales at the time of writing this and the internet is pretty crappy here, so I decided to use this as an opportunity to stop being a fuckhead and actually write something for you lot. YAY FOR SHITTY INTERNET! The next chapter will probably have the gore tag come into play (By that I mean there will be a large amount of blood and screaming. yay). And for those who are wondering, I will write more stuff about Star in the future and they will appear as Interludes.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy the new chapter and please show me any mistakes I may have made while writing this.
And always, thanks for reading!