The Girl Who Kept fighting

Chapter two: noise

Math, fucking math.  I think to myself as I walk to my seat in class. I'm late to class, my teacher is going to kill me but it's okay. 

There's only one good thing about math, no kid bullies. Although there is the bully teacher.

"Ms Hale. Late again I see, whats you're excuse this time." My teacher, Mrs Sanders, an a class bitch, she keeps giving me detentions for the dumbest reasons. Watch me get another one right now.

"Sorry, Mrs Sanders. I got caught up at work again." I explain sweetly, smiling and all, like life is fucking perfect.

"Not good enough, 4th time since last week. Maybe you should stop working before school starts. Detention, come here as soon as the bell goes, or you get a whole week of them. Understood," Mrs bitch says. Mother fucker, I'm going to be late for work and be late home, everyone's going to kill me.

 "Yes, sorry it wont happen again." Murmerd. I'm sorry bitch that my father is abusive, an alcoholic, and uneployed, I a 17 year old girl have to work so we can live.

"Thank you." She replies with a bitter smile, as I finally take my seat. 

I'm fucked.

I get my books out, as Mrs Sanders starts droning on about some complicated trigonometry equations or some shit. Blah blah blah blah, this is boring. I think to myself. I realise I've zoned out when I hear a chair screeching next to me. The fuck. I turn my head to see what the ruckus is. Oh my god. No fricken way. 

It's the prick from work. Whats his name? Damon, Demon, Dickhead, Asshole, wait no, it was Damian. Hot name for a hot guy.

I quickly realise I'm staring and move my gaze somewhere else. Focusing back on my work, I try to figure out these impossoble problems. I can't concentrate because Damian is making a damn choir, clicking his pen, bouncing his leg and searching through his bag.

"Hey," I try to get his attention, "Hey, Damian!" I whisper shout, he turns his head at the mention of his name. Oh god, those damn green-blue eyes.

"Yes, beautiful," he answers with a smirk. Again with the beautiful.

"Could you please be a little bit quiet, you can keep leg bouncing but if you don't stop clicking that pen I may just snap it in half." I reply through gritted teeth.

"Now why would I do that?" he says mischievously.

"Because you're a decent human being?" I answer/question.

"Bold of you to assume that but okay." he stops clicking the pen and I go back to my work. That was easier than I expected.

I try to understand math for the next 20 minutes of class, then the bell goes, sweet freedom. I walk to my next class, read to endure the next two periods.

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Two hours later, I'm done with physics. Lunchtime, although, I only have a banana to eat and I sit alone outside reading. I also have to pray I don't see Corey. 

I'm walking to my locker, the hallways clear of any human life, when I hear the voice that haunts me, "Hey hotstuff, I haven't seen you yet today," Corey says, punching me in my gut. I fall, gasping for breath.

More punches, everywhere, my face, legs, arms, stomach. I try to fight back, but I'm fucking tiny and have no strength. It's helpless.

TW SEXUAL ASSULT

I hear his jeans unzip. Not again, I can hardly move my fingers but he wraps my hand around his dick, it's quite small if I'm being honest. He starts to touch my body, I'm try to squirm our of his hold but nothing will work.

It's over

I hear punch and then his touch is gone. Thank god

"What the fuck is wrong with you. You think your so cool, beating up a girl and trying to fuck her, don't you?" My 'savior' yells and continues to beat Corey. Is that, Damian?

I hear somone runing away and some sits next to me. I turn my head, it is Damian.

"Hey beautiful, I'm not going to start with the 'are you okay?' bullshit because you aren't, he's a fucking dickhead and you're coming with me." He smirks, he's so hot, damn, I'd ride him in a heart beat.

"But I-I have to go to school, detention and work. They're going to kill me, no seriously, it's fine, thank you for saving me back there but-" I try to reason with him but he's already dragging me with him. Hey, at least he's hot.

HEY CHICKENS

a.n

this is short but i got bored and wanted to update this story anyways see you in like a week or a few days.

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