Miss Little Rich

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Y/n had gotten another beating as soon as she went home. Sadly the poor girl had to go to school the next day. 

"Hey, where have you been?" Noemi asked.

"Yeah, you didn't come to school for almost a week! That isn't like you." Gia looked worried.

"It was getting boring here," Jessica smirked. Y/n ignored the girls and sat on her chair. Her "friends" looking at each other decided not to piss her off. 

"Good morning, class; oh Y/n, I thought you left." Her teacher responded.

"Me too." She whispered, feeling tears threaten to fall. She stood up, hair covering her eyes, walking out of the class.

"Um, Miss Y/n." She shut the door before she could hear another word fall from her mouth. She went to the bathroom and freshened her face with cold water. She looked at her bruised face. Then she looked at herself. Who the hell was she? Not wanting to break another mirror, especially something that wasn't hers, she left the bathroom and walked around the hallway. She saw security looking for her; not wanting to make a fuss, she turned around, avoiding it.

"Y/n!" She stopped in her tracks; hearing that annoying voice, she turned her head, looking at Peter, "The teacher asked me to come and find you." She ignored him and continued walking. Peter watched up to her walking next to her. 

"Get away from me." She sighed, stopping in her tracks.

"You have to head to class, or else they are going to call your parents." He said shyly.

"Fuck off." She responded as she turned towards the location of her classroom. 

"Peter, thank you! Y/n, you can't just walk from the class like that!" She scolded. Her classmates were already getting fed up with her; they first thought it was fun to watch, but it became annoying to them now, and they were getting tired of her. 

"Okay," Y/n responded, putting her head down. The teacher glared, not wanting to deal with her attitude. Peter looked at the girl worriedly. He knew what she was going through some stuff; it's not like he swung to check out her whole life. Peter knew her brother had died, he knew what her parents were really like, and he knew she tried to end her life. Peter just didn't know how to make her talk about it or at least befriend her. She was complicated to handle, and he didn't really want to forgive her easily for the things she did to the poor traumatized girl either. Lunchtime came around, and he didn't see Y/n with her friends; he told Ned and MJ he would do something real quick and looked for the girl. She was sitting in an empty hallway corner just looking at the wall, her back facing Peter. He sat down a few inches away from her as tears slowly came down her face. Her eyes seemed quite dull to him.

"Are you okay?" Peter didn't know how to handle the situation or comfort anyone. She didn't respond as she stood there on responsive, "Wanna talk about it?" No response from the depressed girl. 

"If you don't leave me alone right now, I'll break your arm." She said tediously.

"I don't want my arm broken, but I don't want to see you sad either."

"Want me to go back to bullying."

"I definitely don't want that! I know you're not okay?" He questioned himself, not wanting to push her buttons either.

"Shut up and leave me alone." Peter didn't say another word; he sat there with her, making the girl angry, and Peter knew by the change of faces. He was definitely coming home with a dislocated arm.  Y/n got up, heading towards Peter. He felt her twist his arm, not dislocating it yet. 

"Just leave me alone; it's not that fucking hard!" She barked at him; she felt her body tremble. Peter quickly reversed it, making sure not to harm the girl. He lets go and sits her down in front of him, making the girl look at him with wide eyes.

"Y/n people aren't weak as they seem; they just pretend to be weak, but once they have enough, it takes them by surprised."  He felt a sting in his cheek. 

"Don't touch me and mind your business parasite." She jogged away from him, making Peter surprised he did not expect that coming.

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"Welcome home, Mistress! How was school?" Amanda asked again, making Kevin feel pity for her.

"It was boring; now shut up." She said.

"Mistress, your parents would like to see you," Kevin said.

"I don't want to see them make up something." She walked past them, going to her room.

"Please don't lock yourself!" Amanda called out, hearing her door slam closed.

"Why do you even try?" Kevin asked, cleaning his glasses, and the maids sighed as well.

"I know she will get better! I can see the improvement every day!" She said hope in her eyes when the rest knew she wouldn't change when no one was willing to deal with her.

"I better alert that the Mistress isn't feeling well for the meeting."

"It never ends well." They all looked at each other worriedly for the girl. 

"Wow, another bruised-up face; who the hell is fucking you up? I kinda wanna hang out with them now." Jessica laughed at Y/n as well as the girl around her.

"I'll gladly escort you to hell." She sat in her chair as the girl circled her.

"Aww, come on, Y/n dumping us already?"

"You guys are tools to me. That's it."

"Pft, whatever dude, anyways, are we messing with short hair now?"

"You do it; I'm tired."

"Tch, when did you get so boring." Gia chimed in.

"When did you get so annoying." She gritted her teeth, causing Gia to back up.

" Come on; we just want to have fun. What happened to the old you!" 

"The next person that talks to me are getting their nose broken." They stepped back, glaring at her. 

"Tch, bitch." Y/n grabbed Jessica's hair and pulled it down, causing her to fall to the floor, hitting her head. She didn't let go and continued to kick and punch the hell off of her. Students had to break them apart while some recorded. Peter held on to Y/n while Ned and Jessica's friends helped her, "YOU DUMB LITTLE RICH BRAT!" She screamed.

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP, DIDN'T I!?" Y/n struggled in Peter's grip wanting to rip her out. 

"THIS IS WHY YOU'RE STUPID BROTHER DIED!" Something burned inside Y/n everyone stood quiet Peter losing her grip making Y/n charged at her tackling not only her but her friends as well, Ned was safe surprisingly."

"TAKE THAT BACK TO YOU, STUPID BITCH!" She felt blood on her knuckles as she had already broken her nose. Security finally came in and separated the two girls. 

"I FUCKING HATE YOU."

"LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR DAMN OPINION! DON'T TOUCH ME!" She shook off her security's hand off her and walked herself. 

"Damn, bro, did you see the way she tackled her down!"

"She is something else, dude. Little Miss Rich is always causing a scene."

"That shit was hilarious; she fucked her up!"

"Did you record that?"

"Send it to me!"

"Ayo, send me that too!"