Heated Affairs [Porco Galliard x Reader]

Chapter 1 - cant say im a liar

(TW- Sexual Harassment)

I walked through the halls of Maydays Girls Boarding school, splitting the crowds in half as I passed by, the marble floors squeaking in friction with my black boots.
Nobody dared to talk to me or even be around me, I was toxic to the touch which resulted in me sticking to myself, didn't help that I was a bit of a bitch.
People either hated or feared me, that including teachers and even my family; my parents learnt how to deal with my attitude from early ages.

My grades weren't the worse, enough to pass my classes even if I wasn't paying any attention in them. Mainly shook the answers out of some poor soul that was last to leave class, making them give me their notes or their work entirely if I wasn't in the mood to copy things down.
I slumped to my locker as I split the cluster of people surrounding my locker to disperse, my presence was enough for people to physically move.
One girl stayed still right in front of my locker as our eyes met, her being ever so slightly shorter than me as she stood her ground ahead of me, I raised my eyebrow at the girl and adjusted my grip on my bag before kicking my leg up directly next to her head as I leant forward after watching her body flinch.
"You wanna stay here and get pinned to the locker sweet? I'm up for experimenting if you are" I smirked and watched her body shrink as her lips quivered out a screech before she scrambled away from below me and running down the hall.
I shrugged and put my foot back down before swinging open my locker,  I took a breather before ripping open a box and taking out a fresh lighter placing it in my blazer pocket.
The uniform here being a blue tartan skirt, white blouse, a matching blue tie and a blazer; practically a bitchass uniform that needed altering, which was exactly I did.

Swapped out black dolly shoes for platformed black leather boots, studs sitting on the brim of the rubber, black tights always had to be ripped and laddered high enough to climb up to the standards it took for me to give a shit.
Skirt was accompanied with a black belt and chain hooking onto the belt loops, blouse worn but never fully buttoned up at least having the top 3 buttons undone, never wore the tie as it felt like a lead I was being pulled on by the staff.
I wore my blazer as normal but always had the sleeves rolled up as last time I tried fighting someone with the sleeves down it restricted how far back I could swing, taking that as a learning tool and kept them rolled up.

I slammed the locker shut before hearing the bell ring, I sighed looking up at the bell before grabbing the lighter out of my pocket and walking down the hallway, flicking the end of it as the gleam lit up in front of me.
I watched the sparks flicker onto my thumb creating minimal burning pain that lingered for only a couple seconds, not paying much attention to my surroundings as I walked through the halls, not really in the mood for sitting in a classroom filled with brain-dead pissbaby's with daddy's money filling their pockets.
"Ms (y/n) put your lighter away." Mr.Fulmar sighed, I kept my eyes on the flame as I made my way through the hall refusing to look away even for a second "go fuck yourself" I hummed as I kept on walking, eventually putting the lighter back in my pocket before feeling a hand on my shoulder.
I glanced at the hand recognising it as Mr.Fulmar's as I paused in my footsteps, spinning to look at him as the tension between us became thicker then thieves.
"Don't touch me" I knocked his hand off of me before backing up only to have him step closer to me, the halls now being empty as everyone was in their classes.
Mr.Fulmar's eyebrow raised as the corner of his mouth turned upright to a smirk, the gap between us being unreasonably small as I bit onto my tongue "isn't your skirt length a bit shorter than the requirements (y/n)?" His Pervy eyes scanned my legs before I kicked him back before backing up, I gripped onto my bag tighter and began walking away.
His  footsteps closely following behind as I kept walking now picking up on pace, turning to the left seeing the hallway blocked up by chairs in preparation for exams in the sports hall.
I stopped now at a dead end as his lanky body slouched over towards me, my hand reaching for the first thing closest to me as I grabbed one of the chairs, it being a black metal foldable chair wasn't a great choice of weapon
"How about you come into my office and we can talk this over?" His voice longed onto the vowels, rasping at the end trying to act sultry, made me feel sick to my stomach.
"Come any closer and I won't hesitate to send you to the infirmary" I grit my teeth and jolted the chair making it lock shut, this threat meaning nothing to him as he continued his steps towards me, now centimetres away from me as he inched closer and closer; my chest pounded before his hand raised to my leg snapping the final straw.

"Aight bet" I tightened my grip onto the chair before swinging it towards his head, colliding with the side of his head as it knocked him to the ground.
I felt my body shake as I watched the ever so slowly growing puddle of blood erupt from his head, standing there frozen for as long as i could remember, the man deserved it, pervs deserve nothing but chemical castrations and their balls to be stomped off by their victims.
My grip on the chair loosened as it fell to the floor, the sound of the collision between his head and the chair was loud enough to silence the nearby classrooms.
It wasn't long before some members of staff and students began to fill the hallways to check on him, I stood there frozen just staring at his unconscious body before being hauled to the principals office.

"WHY?! Why did you attack Mr.Fulmar with a metal chair? He could die from that kind of impact to his head (y/n)!" Principal Barnes yelled, I crossed my arms over now a bit less shaken up from the incident, I shrugged my shoulders and leant back in the comfy leather chair as I rested my legs up on his table
"If he dies from that it's natural selection at that point, didn't even hit him that hard"
This erupted more anger out of Barnes as he slammed his hand on the table, I glanced up at him not reacting to his desperate attempt at making me scared.
"If he dies you're going to be charged with manslaughter (y/n)" he exhaled, hand raising to rub his temple in displeasure before the door swung open as my parents ran in the room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" My mum barged in and smacked the back of my head before slumping down in one of the chairs beside me, my dad following behind as he also smacked me on the back of the head
"You better give us a good fucking reason why"
I shrugged and swung my feet back down from the table and sat myself up, looking straight forward at the desk refusing to make eye-contact with any of them.
"Mr.Pervert tried touching me up in the hallway and when I walked away he followed me, I told him to back off or I'm gonna send him to the infirmary; mans didn't back off and where is he now? The infirmary" I shrugged it off as it wasn't really that much of a big deal, I gave him enough of a whack to teach him a lesson to not touch students inappropriately and without their consent.
Silence filled the room as I glared at the dark oak bookcase behind Principal Barnes, their faces frozen in shock as they slowly mumbled between them.
"Cant say I'm a liar at least"

It was an awkward car ride home, my suitcases filled the back seat as I was squished inbetween them, not even the radio was playing which showed the seriousness of the situation.
"So I'm guessing boarding schools aren't the answer" my dad attempted to break the silence, I chuckled and rest my head against the suitcases looking out the window, well at least there goes my reputation here.
It didn't take long for people to get used to who I was, made it obvious I wasn't someone to fuck with once I punched the first person who even spoke to me. I didn't want to make friends here, all prissy little rich kids with parents who took them to Barbados and Greece every half term.
Well I had no room to talk, my dad was a ceo of a publishing company so he was racking in a lot of money to help pay for my boarding school fundings, my mum was a nurse so she brought in a regular amount of money for the family so my return back home wouldn't make a dent in their pockets.
I am gonna need money for more clothes though, no way am I going to a school with a uniform again I don't fancy being threatened by the police for 'nearly killing someone' if anything I did the police's job for them, one less pervert for them to deal with.
Should give me a fucking medal.