I've had enough!

"Again, Theo?" Lee the school nurse says, as he looks at my nose, drippling with blood that was most likely broken, again.

"Yeah." I wince out as he touches the part that hurt the most. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"Theo, you can't just keep coming in here, you need to tell someone this is happening." He says shaking his head with a sigh as he positions himself to pop my nose back into place, his eyes asking if I'm ready.

"J-Just do it." I force out, clenching my fists and closing my eyes tightly as I feel Lee's fingers touch my nose.

I don't even feel the pain anymore once Lee pops my nose back into place, this has been my life since I was fourteen, now seventeen I was used to coming to the nurse's office with broken bones, bruises, some from how clumsy I was, some... not so much.

"Hold it here." Lee instructs as I hold a tissue to my nose as he gets a bandage. "This is the last time Theo, if I see you in here again, I'm going to the principal, at this rate you won't have a nose left."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head, just thankful he hasn't spoken to anyone yet about this, as I wanted to delay the moment as much as possible, with being so close to graduating and getting the hell out of this school.

"You'll miss me when I'm gone Lee." I joke lightly, earning a warning look from Lee when I jumped down off from the bed.

Lee wraps my nose in a bandage with a frown on his face as I clench my eyes shut at how painful it's going to be for the next few days, when he's finished, I take a quick look into the mirror and grimace at how swollen my nose was.

"Take the day and go home, I'll tell your teachers you weren't feeling well."

I grabbed my Warhammer bag and put it over my shoulder, then turned to look at me with wide eyes as I couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you."

He waves me off and then goes back to his desk. "Remember, it's the last time Mr Banks, I don't want to see you in here again." He said as I gripped the strap of my backpack tightly.

I left the nurses office and headed down the hall, class had already started, and I was thankful I got to go home, I don't think I could survive today and not break out crying, making it only worse for me.

I hated this place, and I hated everyone inside it, only Lee had ever been nice to me, but I guess he didn't have a choice either, as he probably felt sorry for me.

Did he think I liked living like this? Because I liked games and wore glasses and wasn't in shape like every other guy in this forsaken school? So, what if I didn't like sports, or did bad at math, was it a reason to be bullied over?

I meant it when I said I had enough of this, I was so close to graduating, and soon enough I'll be heading to university, I hated myself for not at least learning some defensive moves, maybe then I wouldn't get my ass kicked so much.

I had heard about a gym in the city that did classes in kickboxing and defensive classes, just taking one class there would be a huge dent in my paycheck but I was seriously considering it after the morning I had.

The football team found it hilarious beating me up on days they had a big game, it was a ritual for them, they believed that not messing with me on game day would jinx the performance of the team.

Obviously, it's all bullshit, they're just men with tiny brains and even tinier cocks.

Fifteen minutes later my bike I was home, and, in my bedroom, my parents were still at work and will be until 5, and since it was only 12, I decided to open my laptop and look more into that gym.

Googling the gym, 'No Limits' I look more into the classes they do and then look over the prices of each class, wincing when I see just how much this will set me back a month.

$70 for just an hour... who the hell prices these things?

I found at the bottom that it was cheaper for me to just sign up as a member and get a membership then to just go once, so I opened the sign-up page and started putting my details in.

They asked for my age, weight, and height and what my goal was for coming to the gym, and since I couldn't put in what I wanted 'to beat the shit out of my bullies' I simply put in 'personal gain'.

Grabbing my credit card, I paid this month's fee and finished the process, and then I added my name to the waiting list for a personal trainer, thinking what the hell, it couldn't hurt to just have one lesson to see if I liked it or not.

Closing my laptop and then putting it on the floor beside my bed, I groaned out once I saw a fresh blood drop on my favourite shirt, making me get up quickly and take it off over my head and then head into my bathroom.

I ran my t-shirt over the tap water and started scrubbing, cursing out under my breath as the blood starts to smudge with the fabric.

This is the last time... I'm going to seriously try and change, I needed to fight back just once, once is all it took to make these guys back off, and I don't do it now, will I ever stick up for myself?

Nobody was going to do it for me, and I didn't want anyone to fight for me.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and that's when I'll head into the city and see the gym in person and starting tomorrow, I'm going to get my life together, for my sake and my sanity.

With the blood cleaned from my t-shirt, I swore to myself things will change, I won't be a coward anymore, I'm going to fight, and I'm not going to run away from my problems anymore.

I needed to change.