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The bell rang, shaking me out of my trance. Last night was horrific. Even now it's still here, taunting me. I lifted my pale face up, seeing an empty class. Surrounding me was mounds of paper wads. All saying hurtful things, one especially that hurt way more.

"You should kill yourself."

I wiped my eyes, and stood up, kicking the paperballs away from me. I didn't even take one step out of the classroom before two hands pulled my shoulders back, pinning me to the wall.

Of course it was him. The notorious shit. Alec Thompson. His black hair was thrown into a tight, but small man bun. His leather jacket showed his neck, making his tattoos pop out even more. He wore ripped faded Jean's and some J's. On his face he had to lip piercings, both black.

"Are you Addison?" He shouted, his eyes almost looked black. His gripped squeezed my shoulder. I refused to let out a sound, I glared at him. He smirked and grabbed my hair roughly and pulled it downwards. My face now was tilted upwards looking more at him.

"I'm. Not. Gonna. Ask. Again. Are. You--" He spoke in pieces, I rolled my eyes and stomped on his toes. He hissed in pain and smashed my back against the wall, this time 6x harder than ever.

"Yes" I stated, rolling my eyes. He let me go, only to step back and jump on the desk. Sitting across from where my body stood, he stared at me. I rubbed my arms and shoulders, feeling the pain from my hair being pulled. I gave him a look of disgust, only to receive a smirk in return.

"Honestly Addison, I saved you. You should be thankful."

I snorted aloud, "Saved me? From what, another day of my peers torturing me?"

"Nope. They planned on slut shaming you. Throwing and dumping trash on you. Football players were gonna throw dildos at you...you know the extra shit those haters do." He shrugged, his eyes glanced at me. He shrugged his shoulders and hopped off the desk, I happened to take a step back. Only now realizing there was a wall just two feet behind me. I was stuck, with the delinquent, alone.

"What do you really need?" I spoke finally. I was ready to swiftly run from this classroom, only to never to see him again. I made sure I was looking everywhere except at him.

"Its actually about me, and my brother. We need you to do us a favor, and in return we will be your bodyguards for the rest of your school year."

Those words shocked me. Alec and Marco needed a favor from me? Then it really shook me. This was a prank.

"Alec, I'm not fucking stupid like you seem to think I am. I don't need your help. I don't need anything from anyone."

"Fine, We don't want a whore like you helping anyways." Alec shouted, he rolled his eyes and walked out the classroom, but not before he yelled--

"River! She's in that classroom"

All I can remember was waking up in the nurse's office at 12:47pm. My head was pounding, and my tears were crusted into my cheeks and inner eye corners. No one was in my room, except me. I sniffled, standing up and walking to the sink. I look up into the mirror and cried. My long black hair was cut at different lengths, scratches across my arms, my left cheek had several bruises.

I couldn't stand the look of my disgusting face. I threw a punch into the mirror screaming out loud in agony. Now I know why my dad hated me, I knew why everyone else did too. I was ugly. I was a whore. I was a waste of air. The nurse rushed in, following her was Marco Thompson. I fell to the floor, weeping, gripping my hair. Tears flooded my vision, and my heart pounded faster every second.

"Marco comfort her while I go get the consular and principal." The nurse demanded. She rushed out of the small room with her phone to her ear.

A hand touched my shoulder, I flinched and scampered away from him.

"I'm not gonna hurt you Addison." Marco whispered, his brown eyes were soft. He showed pity and out of it all, I could see sadness. Maybe he wasn't gonna really hurt me? But I knew this was a trick, there is always a trick when it comes to me.

"Get the fuck away from me Thompson." I screeched aloud, he sighed and turned his head when loud footsteps were hitting the ground. I lifted my face up, seeing Alec standing in the door way glancing between me and his brother. Marco stood up fiercely and pushed his brother against the wall.

"What the fuck dude?" Alec pushed back, and fixed his leather jacket. Adjusting himself.

"You know what the fuck I'm gonna say. You were supposed to get her to say yes to our favor and if she decline you were to leave. But no, you chose to light the fire more."

"You act like I intended it to happen, not like she can't defend herself. Why ask her, she is weak and useless?"

Before I knew it, I was standing up, pushing Marco aside and throwing a punch at Alec. It was almost in slow motion as my fist collided with his lower part of his cheek. Marco grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, literally separating the two of us from trying to attack.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Wretched bitch, you will regret that."

"I think I already am." I stated, Alec smirking at my comment. Then that same notorious moment I spoke out one last time. "Marco, could you ask the doctor to test me for any STD's? Having Alec around and always touching me, there is a high possiblity of me having them."

"Fuck you."

"No thank you." Then without anymore words, I walked out.