Leo x Muslim Reader

Chapter 2 (rewrite/upgrade)

Chapter 2: Weekends

You rushed and paced around the school in panic of wanting to find a certain teacher but was nowhere to be found. Your clammy hands messily hugged a huge pile of papers between your arms. Your eyes scanned through the hallway for the nth time and it started to worry you. It's already past 4 pm and you're worried if the certain teacher had gone home. You even feel like hyperventilating. Why would've you be picked to be the Student Council? It's too hard!

As usual, your ankle was tripped by one of the students who always had looked down on you, making your body fell on the floor and the organised papers earlier were scattered on the floor which messed up the numbers of the papers. You winced when your palm scratched on the floor. You panted, trying to get back up but only was shoved to the floor again by a familiar foot on your back, forcing you to lay you flat on the floor. Your breaths hitched and your lungs barely inserting air. Feeling your eyes stung, you only gritted your teeth hardly.

"Ew! I stepped on a turd! Disgusting!" you heard a familiar voice. The familiar voice of a person who loves to pick on you. Not that kind of picking. Sometimes, when you leave the school and gone home, you were brought back with bruised limbs and scratched lips. It hurts, but you could only depend on the test of God.

She began to wipe her shoes on your head, purposely to dirty your hijab. You whined and groaned at her action, trying to pull her leg away but only was stopped by none other than her minions. They pulled you up on both arms, letting you weakly protested their action of trapping you. They locked you in arm locks and you barely have the energy to fight back. Still, you stood with pride and not backing down by the bullies that love to pick on you.

Eliza, the captain of the whatever gangster she came from. She waved her beautiful looking blonde silky hair with pride and gave you a mischievous smile. She put her face closer to yours, making you jolted back by the sudden shove. She then laughed hysterically at your face that her spits splashes on your face. You scrunched your face in disgust.

She pulled your hijab to force your face to look at her. "Hey, hey. Look at what we bumped into. It's the turd herself!" she mocked, laughing loudly in the empty hallway. Her minions followed her evil laughs.

You squinted your eyes at her. "Can you kindly let me go? I have some work to do," you bravely said in a monotone.

She looked as if she was actually considering about it. But you knew her answer will always stay the same. Not letting you go, of course. "Okay. Let her go, girls," she ordered.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You felt your arms was let go hesitantly. You rubbed your sore arms and nodded at her. "Thanks..." you muttered, confused. She smiled at you and nodded back while her friends stood behind her with the same look as yours.

You kneeled and began to collect the scattered papers earlier, scanning them and put them in their organised numbers. Unbeknownst to you, Eliza's smile turned into an evil smirk. She gave her friends a signal which they nodded at her. They slowly made their way to you, making your body froze on spot. You should've known that they won't let you go so easily. You gulped as they towered you, heart-thumping dangerously behind your chest. Your clammy hands began to shake a little.

Before you knew it, you were in your house with a dark eye, sore sides and bruised body. You inhaled deeply, stopping when your lungs started to hurt. You kneeled in front of the front door, covering your face shamefully for not being able to fight back. You could've sworn that you felt your body twitching to punch back for a moment. But, it was held back down by them.

You set your head on the door, shutting your eyes painfully. You knew it was just another test from God and you're trying your best to stay patient. But, sometimes it became impossible if this kept ongoing. You always returned home with bruises and there were some lucky days where you would only have tripped by them. But that was it. What pisses you off even more that the students didn't even care about your well-being. It was obvious that you were being bullied but they couldn't care less. They would just take a glance or two and walk away without any intention of helping. Most of them were afraid of getting the same result as you, so they intended to just avoid getting them into the situation.