I Know You're There

At every single school, there's always an emo that gets bullied. The one at Tori's school is different. He still gets bullied, and he never speaks, and no one ever sees him outside of school. There are rumours. Many of them. The main one, his parents have abandoned him. Tori starts suspecting that he lives in the abandoned house next to hers. As she starts getting close to him, and unveiling the horrific truth, she realised his pure beauty. If only everyone else could too...


1. 'Why don't you get a proper haircut?'

I watched some students taunting another student. It was a cruel place, school was. One bad decision, and you're immediately discriminated.The person being bullied was nonetheless, Reuben  the school's very own emo. I hated to admit it, but Reuben was actually kind of attractive... If I told anyone that, I'd join him at the bottom. I was too full of pride for that.

"Why don't you get a proper haircut?" a girl asked him sarcastically.

I felt like answering back to her, but that was Reuben's fight. The only thing was, he wouldn't fight back. He let them do whatever they wanted to him.

Reuben's hair was unique. It was naturally jet black, and swept to the side. It was thick, and covered his eyes. I'd never seen his eyes before, but I bet they were stunning. He was extremely skinny, and I suspected he had an eating disorder. His cheekbone structure and his jawline were both extremely perfect and attractive, which I pretended not to notice.

"Yeah, why don't you start eating, too?" the girls boyfriend pitched in, elbowing Reuben's ribs with quite force.

I heard Reuben grunt, but he just turned around and started walking away. He was tough guy, but I knew that as soon as he was out of shot, he'd break down. That's what everyone does, so why would he be different? 

"Hey, Reuben, too scared to stand up for yourself? Coward!" the bitch continued. 

He grunted again, but turned the corner of the corridor, walking into some lockers on the way. I could almost feel his blush as he continued. That must have been so embarrassing. 

It was the end of the school day, and people began taking whatever exit they could out of this hell hole. Reuben had had an early escape.

As I was walking down my street, I glanced up from my phone screen. Reuben was in front of me. His shoulder bag was hitting the back of his legs with his long stride. His hands were shoved deeply into his pockets, and he kept his eyes fixed to the floor. Every so often, a tear would stain the concrete, and guilt would ensue me.

I turned into my house, and purposely removed my keys from my bag extra slowly, just to see where Reuben would go.

He turned into the house.

It was the house next to mine which had been desolate for years. It's said to be haunted. On the outside, the windows were smashed, and the door only hung on by one hinge. Paint was peeling off and a mess of overgrown plants were dotted around the front garden.

He walked through the doorway without unlocking it, or knocking. Well that was weird.

Reuben's parents were rumoured to have abandoned him when we was thirteen. We were sixteen then. Reuben had a job too, so he could afford food and stuff. 

I had to know more.

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