A/N: Please review if you like, or give advice on how i can improve. By the way, if i update they may be a little slow, because im up to my neck in homework =(. But anyway, my first fic so enjoy!

"Well, well, well, look who it is boys"

Luke clenched his hands into tight fists. His knuckles turned white from the pressure, but he took no notice. He slammed his worn locker door shut, maybe a little too loudly, before turning around to face his unwanted company. He knew who would be standing there, but still the faces made his already tightly clenched fists turn solid. The face Luke was wearing was something that was hardly ever seen on him. It was filled with anger, annoyance, determination and fear. He cursed to himself as the end-of-lunch bell rang, causing the halls to start quickly dispersing, leaving him with his four nightmares, surrounding him, leaving no room to escape. He wondered to himself why on earth he had left Rani and Clyde to come to his locker. Surly it was better to enter a class without a book than to be beaten to a pulp for no apparent reason? Rani and Clyde didn't know about any of this, though they knew something was up. They would sometimes find Luke struggling to stand up without support, though every time they had asked if anything was up, Luke had always denied, knowing the threats he received about his lessons, - as the leader of the gang, James, had put it – were not worth risking. But still, Rani and Clyde tried to figure it out. Once the corridors were completely clear of all students and teachers, the bullying began to kick in – literally.

"Hey guys, i think he wants a fight" James said, motioning towards Luke's fists. The gang burst out laughing, while Luke hesitantly unclenched his fists. The last thing he wanted to do was try to fight back, he didn't stand a chance. Luke knew trying to fight four muscular guys would only result in a bigger beating, something that Luke did not want to experience, but unfortunately knew he would sooner or later. He just didn't want that to be today.

Bradley Griffin, easily the biggest of the four, walked casually over to Luke, so he was standing right in front of him. He was about a head taller than Luke, and about double the width of him. With Luke's back against the lockers, and a gigantic figure in front of him, things weren't looking hopeful. "You want a fight then Luke?" he asked, intimidating. Luke couldn't keep the cap screwed on his bottle of emotions any more. Why did they always have to pick on him? He gathered all the strength he had, and kneed Bradley right in his crutch. It didn't matter how toned a boy was, he would always double over in pain – except Bradley. Although the kick didn't hurt Bradley as much as it was intended, it was unexpected, inducing him to stumble backwards. The next thing Luke knows, he is grabbing his school bag and running as fast as he possibly can. As he makes a left turn down a corridor, he can hear one pair of feet gaining on him – no - two. He pushes himself to the limit, as he hears yet another pair of footsteps on his trail. He comes to the end of the corridor, where he can only make a right turn. As he rounds the corner at top speed he crashes into something hard, causing him to fall backwards and smack his head – hard – onto the solid tiled floor. Darkness creeps into the edges of his sight, threatening to take over, but he knows he has to stay conscious. He blinks once or twice, attempting to shake of the darkness. As the blackness slowly begins to fade, and he gains his full awareness again, he suddenly wishes he was unconscious again. His head is throbbing like someone keeps hitting it with a hammer. He's sure there is blood slowly seeping through a wound on the back of his head, but he can't be sure. As he begins to slowly sit up, he feels a sharp yank on the collar of his shirt. He becomes disorientated, letting his head flop downwards towards his chest, his eyes half close, but unfortunately he can still feel everything. Only then does he realize he can't feel the floor beneath his feet. He wills his eyes to open, to focus them to the things around him. He sees two giant hands near his neck, grabbing onto his shirt. He lets his head roll down further, so he is looking towards the ground. He feels like miles up, but his brain is telling him only a few inches. He suddenly feels a sharp pull from his hair. He is forced to ,look into the eyes of an angry Bradley. Bradley pushed himself right onto Luke, making it exceptionally hard to breath, and whispers directly in front of his face:

"You ever try something like that again, and you'll get a lot worse than this"

Before Luke had even begun to prepare himself for what was coming, he was being repeatedly bashed against the lockers, still in Bradley's firm grip. He was being incessantly pulled towards Bradley, and then shoved into the hard metal lockers, his spine digging in to the chunky locks. His back would smack into the metal, followed by his already wounded head whack against a lock. Each blow made it more and more difficult for him to breathe, his vision becoming darker and more blurred, his sound becoming more and more muffled, and his feeling becoming more and number...but not numb enough. Still each collision with the lockers sent a piercing shot of pain through his body, making him let out an involuntary groan. His head now felt like there was a drill being put into his head, along with the hammer. Gratefully, his eyes began to close and darkness began to take over – but not completely. He felt himself drop to the ground with a small `thud`, landing on his wrist awkwardly, sending a painful jolt up his aching arm. He rolled onto his side, tasting his own blood, trying to protect his damaged arm. Luke thought it was all over, that they had tormented him enough – he was wrong. He felt a sudden pain surge through his ribs, hearing a definite crack. He knew screaming aloud would just get him an unwanted audience, so he sucked in a deep breath, ignoring the screaming in his ribs, and held it there. Now Luke knew it was over. He heard the laughing of the four boys. He sensed someone leaning over him, breathing on his neck.

"You had better get up now, wimp. The bells gonna go in 5 and if someone sees you like this, you might end up telling them about us. And trust me; unless you wanna be taught a valuable lesson which will involve a lot worse beatings than this, you'd better shut your mouth." James said threateningly, before giving one last kick to the ribs and walking off with his mates. Luke knew that he was right. If he didn't get up now, too many questions would be asked, and way too many lies would be given. He picked himself up off the ground and started to walk as casually as he could towards the boy's bathroom. He pushed open the door and inspected himself in the mirror. Apart from a slightly bruised cheek and his hair ruffled, nothing obvious was showing, and it didn't look like he had just got beaten to near unconsciousness. All the injuries were internal, like his broken rib and most likely sprained wrist. He felt the back of his head with his good hand, only to pull back and see the hand covered in red. He rearranged his hair so it covered up the wound and started limping as quickly as he could out of the school, (he used a side exit he and Clyde had been told by Rani so they wouldn't be seen) and into a nearby park. He sat down on a bench and started to think of some excuses. Boy was he going to need then when he faced Sarah Jane.

A/N: Do you like? Please review if you do, otherwise i might not continue. Whats the point in writing a story if no one reads it? Thanks anyway. =)