The bell has rung and it's finally lunch time. Some footsteps got closer to her with a sneer that accompanies. She hated that familiar footsteps and sneering. The smells of cosmetics and perfume, she hated those too. She was disgusted by all the scent that hit her nose.
"Hey (y/n)~ I heard that during the time you didn't come for so long was because of some unfortunate event?" Laughs the girl with heavy make up.
"What was it about again?" She continues,
"Ah, it's- the death of your mother isn't it?" She smiles, viciously.
(Y/n) gritted her teeth and clutch a hem of her skirt.
"What to do, we're very sorry hearing that~ hey, want us to comfort you? We know just the thing to that will cheer yoh up for sure~! To the point you'll stop thinking about the sad things~"
Decided she wouldn't take any more shit from them, she retorted.
"If you really feel sorry,"
The other party's attention was caught,
"If you're really feel sorry then leave me the fuck alone."
The girl looked annoyed, that the docile and quiet toy suddenly refuse to be a toy.
"Huh? Even though you're just a no one,"
"Let's go have some fun should we? Girls."
Her so called entourage, drags (y/n) somewhere, forcing her to go against her will. Everyone knows about the bullying but no one every tried to stop them.
For the sole reason they don't want to get mixed in/caught up into someone else's problem.
It might do good for those who would like to avoid being secluded from others and harassment however it's killing the victim slowly inside out. Just having a little problem, just being a little different from others, makes one the black sheep of the society.
Y/n struggled to bream free from them but the 2 girl's grip was stronger than her.
"Let me go."
"Hn~? Why would we? We're just going to our usual 'hang out spot' and we really really 'miss' you and we can't even let you go~"
Lies.
She struggled even harder, "let me go..!"
The heavy make up girl came closer to her, whispering,
"If you do anything rash, we'll make it even worse for you later."
A threat.
Y/n knows that struggling more would be bad and that they could always asked the help of 'males' to beat her up. Her anxiety rose as she began to not know what to do. She dislike being dragged and beaten up but she can't help but fear the ones who inflicted those traumatic things on her. But at the same time, she felt boiling anger to her bully for doing something as they likes just because they felt like it and she felt anger towards herself for being unable to do anything.
Just as she thinks about how unfortunate her life is, a voice called out to her.
"L/n-san, come here for a bit. The teacher said he needs to talk to you about the time during you absent."
It was someone she doesn't know, an upperclassman. She felt relief about how she wouldn't get beaten up at the moment.
The bully whispered to her, "if you dare telling about us then don't expect to be going home safely."
And they let go of their grip, but was chained on the neck instead. The chain called threatening one's safety.
Taking that note in mind, she took big and fast steps to the upperclassman, wanting to get away from them as soon as possible. Silence was veiling them as they walk through the hall but the first to break it was the upperclassman.
"L/n-san, you're being bullied right?"
Y/n flinched and look down, saying nothing.
"Well I know nothing but if you dislike it then why don't you fight back? No one would blame you fighting back at them."
She can't bring herself to say anything, and the upperclassman continue.
"And I lied about the teacher calling you."
Y/n was, of course,in disbelief. This girl, a no one, lied about the teacher calling while she was being dragged away and about to get beaten up.
No one has ever stopped them but why did she do that? No one has ever care about what happened and just keep running their mouth as they pleased, she was helped by someone for the first time after a long time. She was touched and was thankful but also suspicious about what would the upperclassman would gain from helping her after a long time ignoring the idea of she got harassed.
The easiest way to found out their motive would be asking the subject directly, and so y/n did.
"Why?"
"Why you ask? Well I just dislike the idea of beating others and being beaten up that's all, nothing more or less. And if I were to put myself in your shoes then they would be straight annoying."
Y/n nodded in agreement. Indeed she find those bullies bitches to be annoying but also scary.
"I'm not in the same class as you but if you want we could have lunch and go home together. At least it'll be much better if you're with someone than being alone."
Y/n's eyes widened as she looked at the upperclassman. Her eyes were kind, it was also warm and filled with sympathy. As a subject to bullying, y/n was very sensitive to malicious intent that was directed towards her but she felt none the malicious from this person.
"Why..? Did you.. pity me?"
The upperclassman pondered, "well if I said no then I'll be lying but I really do feel the urge to help you. And you're kind of famous you know? Scoring first in every test and had no friends whatsoever,"
"And after the situation I saw earlier, I kind of find you interesting? And don't get me wrong but I really wanted to help you and probably be your friend? If you don't mind, that is."
