Trauma [Solangelo]

Nico gets into a Fight

AU—The art does not belong to me

Nico POV

"Nico! Get up! I know you're awake!" Hazel yelled. I felt a chill as the bed covers were swiped off me by none other than my sister. I curled into a ball to keep the little warmth I had. I was wearing plaid boxers and a giant black T-shirt.

"Come on Nico, please. I don't want to be late again."

"Fine," I groaned. As I crawled out of bed, Hazel rushed out of my room without closing the door. I hated when she didn't close my door, but I couldn't stay mad at her for long. She's an amazing sister and I love her to death.

I trudged over to my closet and examined the interior. Nine pairs of black ripped jeans were nicely folded on a shelf and nine black T-shirts were hung up. Some of the shirts had patterns or words on them, but they were mostly black. Neatly folded black socks were also on a shelf. I had a large variety of clothes.

    I grabbed a pair of pants, a shirt with a skull plastered on the front, and a pair of socks. I pulled my sleeping shirt off and replaced it with the skull one. I then changed my other clothes before brushing my teeth and walking out of my bedroom.

"Nico, finally. Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Hazel asked.

"Yes," I lied

"Nico, don't lie to me,"

"Okay fine I didn't eat, but I'm not hungry," I said honestly.

"I'm going to go brush my hair real quick. You eat this," Hazel ordered while tossing me an apple.  She then rushed upstairs. As soon as she was out of sight, I chucked the fruit into the trash. I just wasn't hungry and she didn't understand that.

"I'll be by the car!" I yelled as I opened the front door. I heard the pounding of feet and Hazel appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm ready," She informed me out of breath.

We hopped into the car with me in shotgun and Hazel in the driver's seat. She then started the car and we started driving to school. I connected my phone to the car and shuffle played an album from Chemical Romance. "The Ghost of You" blasted from the speakers.

    "Turn that down!" Hazel yelled.

    "What!" I yelled back. Hazel rolled her eyes before turning the music down herself.

    "Aww!" I pouted.

    "You can go without music for five more minutes," she scolded me. I shrugged before slumping down into the seat.

    Hazel parked the car in the usual spot. I kissed her cheek before opening the door. I waited for Hazel to get out with many eyes on me. I shot glares at every person staring at me and they swiftly turned around. I loved how people were intimidated by me. To be honest, I found it funny that people were scared of a 5'6 living twig

    Hazel and I started walking into the school building. She was a senior and was seventeen years old, while I was a junior and was sixteen. Our lockers were fairly close to each other, so we always walked together at the beginning of school. Once we reached the lockers, I set my backpack on the ground and began dialing the code.

"Look at the little punk!" Octavian shouted behind me. I whipped around to see him glaring into my eyes.

"What do you want, octagon," I asked. He took me by the shirt and smashed my body against the lockers.

"Don't you dare call me that again!" he scoffed.

"Okay.........Octagon," I smirked.

His face fumed with anger. I ducked as his arm came swinging towards me. When he swung again, I tried to dodge but wasn't so lucky. A closed fist smashed into my cheek. I could feel myself losing consciousness. But I was determined to not go down without a fight. I kicked his shin and he let out a holler. I then punched him in the stomach and shoved him onto the floor. He was groaning in pain. I kicked Octavian right in the head. His body became limp and his groaning stopped.

A few minutes later, Ms. Dodds came marching in.

"Nico Di Angelo! Go to the principal's office this instant!" She growled

I looked at everyone staring at me. My shoe was covered in blood, but it wasn't very noticeable considering they're black.

I plastered a glare on my face and walked away.  Students moved away as I walked by them. Whispers filled the room, though I couldn't tell what people were saying.

I trudged over to the principal's office and knocked on the door. It was soon opened and I walked in and took a seat. Our principal had a bushy brown beard with crazy brown hair.

"Hello, Nico.

"Hey Mr. Brunner," I mumbled.

"And why are you here today?" Mr. Brunner was my favorite adult—scratch that—he's my favorite person other than Hazel at Stuyvesant high school. I felt like he understood me considering he knew everything about my past.

"I got into a fight. But it wasn't my fault. He was the first one to strike. I got this from him," I said while pointing at my bloody cheek.

"Was it Octavian again?" he asked and I nodded in return. "I know he can be infuriating, but you can't keep getting in fights."

"So I'm supposed to just let him beat the shit out of me?" I said louder than I intended.

"Please do not use that language in front of me. And to answer you're question—" Mr. Brunner folded his hands and had a thinking expression plastered on his face.

After about two minutes, he finally said something. "Why don't you go to the nurse and get that cut cleaned up," he suggested.

I left his office without another word. All the students were now in class, so there was no one to glare at. I went to the nurse and saw that she was already tending Octavian's wounds.

"I'm sorry I'm busy right now, but my assistant can get you cleaned up," she pointed to a room and told me to wait in there. I entered the room and sat down on a chair.

A few minutes later, the door opened and my jaw dropped.

"Hey Nico, umm I don't know if you know me, but I'm Will." he continued to talk, but I had no clue what he was saying. I kept looking at his golden hair and his perfect jawline and his eyes. Will's eyes were so beautiful. They were many different shades of blue and were just full of happiness. His whole appearance was breathtaking.

"Umm, are you listening to me?" Will finally shook me out of my daze.

"Oh, um yeah yeah," I replied.

"Okay anyways, I'm just going to clean the cut on your face." He grabbed a napkin and wet it from the sink. He attempted to wipe the blood off my face, but I pulled away. He tried to wipe the cut again, but this time I slapped his arm away.

A frown formed on Will's face. "Well if you're not gonna let me clean it, can you at least do it," he asked annoyed.

"Fine." I took the wet napkin and brought it up to the cut.

"I heard about the fight. I'm just kinda curious, why do you get into so many fights?" He asked.

I shrugged "it's only like once a month and it's always the other person's fault!" I said with a raised voice.

Will seemed taken back by my outburst. "Well your face is clean so you can go back to class now," he said irritated.

"Don't you need to go to class?"

"I'm an assistant here every Tuesday morning, so no I don't need to go to class. Anyways I'm going to check on other patients so you're free to go."

As Will walked out, it seemed as if the room got darker. I stood up and started walking to my math class, otherwise known as hell.

AU: hey guys. No one will probably find this story for like a month but if you did find it, make sure to comment suggestions about how I can write better and other ideas for the story. Anyways I hope you're having a great day.

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Toodles,
—Kat😽

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