I can't Hurt You - Marcus Lopez Arguello

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I woke up once again to the sound of my annoying ass alarm clock. Fuck, can't a girl get any sleep around here? I slammed my hand onto it in hopes that it would stop. It was a Monday morning, which were typically the worst days for me, making me want to stay in bed all the much more.

"Up! You're going to be late for first period again!" Master Lin shouted as he came into my room and tugged my blanket off me.

I had my own room because Lin and I shared quite the familial bond after he adopted me when my parents passed. You'd never guess it by the stern way he spoke to me, but I knew it was there and I appreciated him for it. Since we were relatively close, he had no issue bursting into my room to wake me up every morning. He knew me well, so he knew that the alarm clock on my night stand wouldn't do shit to my sleeping self, because I'd just shut it up and go back to bed.

"Bullshit! I don't wanna go!" I said loudly in a tired tone.

"This isn't a negotiation." He said in his thick accent before leaving and slamming the door behind him.

Well that settles it. I dragged myself out of bed - regrettably - and looked around at my messy room. I never cleaned this shit-show. What was the point? I knew exactly where everything was so it didn't really matter. Well except for the part where I saw more clothes on the floor than I did actual floor itself. But that always seems to sound like a different problem for a different day.

I went over and opened my closet to pull out a towel and the only other thing I actually ever cared about hanging up: my uniform. I then walked towards my desk to find my bag of toiletries. After a solid five minutes I finally found it and rushed out of my room and to the girls' locker room.

I made it there and saw no one. It made sense. Usually the girls don't come here at the same time, so it's usually mostly empty. They said some shit about needing privacy. It's stupid if you ask me. Then again, I was the only person going to this school with their own dorm, so I couldn't really ask for more privacy than I already had.

I went through the motions of my morning routine: showering, brushing my teeth, throwing on my uniform and some makeup. I don't take very long, so before I knew it I was out and heading back to my dorm.

I lost count of the amount of nasty looks I got from people as I walked back. Everyone hated me here. Maybe it was the whole I have my own private dorm thing. Maybe it was because I was a Rat. Maybe it's because I'm a bitch. Everyone has their own issues with me I guess, not that I cared for it. I'd be lying if I said I thought I couldn't beat all these assholes in a fair fight. I would never say it because I didn't need to be hated more than I already was, but I knew I could.

I made it to my dorm and threw my toiletry bag onto my desk where it came from, along with my dirty clothes that landed halfway in the hamper. I then grabbed my bag that was hanging behind my door and headed to my first class.

I made it to AP Black Arts with a couple minutes to spare. I didn't even have time to go to my locker, but I guess it's okay since I had most my books in my bag anyway. I walked into a bunch of talking students and sat next to the Nazi herself: Brandy. God, she was fucking annoying. I didn't really have anyone else to sit by though. I was the only Rat in this class as far as I knew.

Once the bell had rung everyone got quiet and looked towards the front where Master Lin was standing. I was honestly too caught up with the actual class to pay attention to the brat sitting next to me. Once I did, I saw her writing a note. I couldn't make out what she was writing on it - and I didn't really care either - I just hoped she would get caught. Master Lin hated students who didn't pay attention. Brandy definitely didn't give a shit about this class. When she finished writing the note she folded it neatly and passed it to a boy sitting on the other side of her.

Oh shit. He's new. Not to mention some serious eye candy. And suddenly, I cared all too much about what was written on that note. If she got to talk to him before me I wouldn't be too happy about it to say the least.

What am I talking about? A guy like him is probably a Legacy.

Legacies don't stand in the same room as Rats unless forced to. It's like a feud. It's a fucking tiring feud at that. The Legacies had their own cliques within the Legacy name, meaning they feuded with each other as well. If it came down to it though, it would always be Legacies vs Rats. And we - the Rats - were vastly outnumbered so we figure laying low is the smart option.

Master Lin almost breaking Brandy's nose snapped me out of my trance. I almost let out a laugh as she let out a tear. God, I'd been waiting for her to get caught for months now. This was fucking rich.

My smile soon disappeared when I saw her wipe the blood off her nose seductively and lick it off her fingers while making direct eye contact with the new boy. She is such a fucking slut. She looked away as I kept looking at him in awe just to watch him open that god forsaken note. He read it relatively quickly and looked back up at Brandy like he was scared for his life. What kind of horrible things did that Nazi entitled bitch say to him?

The look he gave Brandy was a complete pussy look though. Legacies have always been rich kid pussies trying to play a role. They were posers to say the least.

I snapped out of my thoughts and payed attention to the class being held in front of me. I definitely did not want to end up like Brandy. Lin wasn't a very forgiving professor.