THIS IS THE FIRST BOOK OF THE "IT'S CALLED" SERIES. (BOOK 1)
It all began when a family descended back into the city. A move that ignited a series of events that lead to the mysterious death of a highschool student.
Upon arrival, a gloomy boy is abo...
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(Photo: Blake Hunters.)
GREGORY'S P.O.V.
I was staring at my food for the longest time debating whether to just stare at it or throw it away. The uncomfortable feeling seeping in due to the people around me. I was put into this predicament by no other than Blake himself and I'm convinced he's bullying me.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm currently seating at the popular table.
In case you're wondering how I managed to snag a seat on this 'prestigious' table then all credits go to Blake Hunters. He told them that we are currently working on our project and it would be more convenient for us to sit at the same table to fast-track everything.
The rest of the gang were glaring at me except for Blake and Daniel who are busy eating their lunches.
I don't want to be here! I just want to go home! I internally whined.
"Ahemn..." Sean coughed. "What's the faggot doing here?" He scoffed, pointing his finger at me.
The girls were intensely staring at me but the guys' glares made me cower in fear.
"I told you, he's my partner in that stupid project." Blake simply replied.
Sean shrugged. "Whatever, just stay away from me, faggot."
I bowed down to stare again at my food and rolled my eyes at his words. I want to say something back at him but that doesn't look like a wise decision considering how big he is.
I glanced at Daniel and saw his face looking.... hurt?
He quickly changed his expression into a facade, his face suddenly devoid of any emotion.
I frowned at his reaction.
Daniel stole one last look at Sean and bowed his head and continued eating his food quietly.
Ummm, what was that?
"So, you're the new student, huh?" Audrey asked.
I puffed my cheeks, my face heating up a little. I nodded my head in response and scratched my temples.
"You're pretty cute." She stated.
"Nope, really cute!" Britney mused.
Kelly tilted her head to the side. "What a pretty boy." She paused. "So delicate."
I rubbed my nose feeling annoyed. "I-I'm not pretty." I protested.
I hate it when people call me pretty. I feel emasculated in some way. I know people say it as a compliment but my history halts me from taking it the way they intended it to be.
"Any skincare regimen? Your skin looks really soft." Tiffany asked raising her eyebrows.
I covered my hands with my jacket and answered them. "N-nothing. I-I use nothing." I stuttered.
