(Harry's POV)
I was walking down the crowded hallway in Cheshire Academy. I was trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I just scurried lunch. I sat alone at the loser table, watching the jocks and populars and wondering, what do they have that I dont? Coolness? Humor? Girlfriend? Not Gay? Oh yea. fogot to mention I'm gay amd thats one reason out of millions on why I am bullied. I'm just an outcast hoping for a chance in this cruel hateful world. But no. I have to be that one gay outcast that sits alone and has no fucking friends. Why did I turn out like this? Why do I have to be the one outsider? The one that no one says a simple 'hey' or goes to their house to play video games and talk about hot girls. But no. Everyone is just a dipshit when they even have the chance to talk to me, other than that all the people just call me a gaylord behind my back. I finished my lunch and walked to my next class. I was in the hall when one of many gangs walked by and I saw him. The cute gang leader, Louie. His outfit was adorable and his tattoos are perfect. As I walked by, I bumped into him and sent my stuff to the floor. He immediately knelt down and helped me. "I'm sorry. I'm such a jackass sometimes." he said apologetically. I told him it was fine and got all my stuff. As we got up our fingertips touched and it sent chills up my spine. I walked away quickly. Well. That. Was. Fucking. Akward...