Hunted

Chapter 7

(Y/N Pov)

Teacher: A-a-and with that class...I'd like to introduce you to our not a convicted criminal at all new student.

Y/N: Uh...thank you?

Teacher: P-p-please sit wherever you want.

Y/N: Kay.

I walked to an empty desk in the center of the classroom and took a seat. I could feel everyone's eyes drawn towards me, but I wasn't gonna let it bother me. I was more surprised Mom convinced the principle to not only let me attend school, but also not call the cops either....I wonder how....

(Earlier That Day)

Harley shook the principle by his collar as she shouted.

Harley: Listen up! My boy needs a proper education...and your gonna give it to him capeesh!?

Principle: B-b-but it's already too late for him to apply! We'd need the proper p-p-paper to allow him-

As he rambled on Ivy pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

Ivy: This isn't getting us anywhere.

She stands and yanks the principle away from Harley. She blows him a kiss that changes his posture from panicked to a relaxed state. She runs her finger across his chest and towards his chin.

Ivy: You'll let him in...is that clear?

Principal: Yes Mam....anything you say.

Ivy: Good.

(Back To Y/N)

Maybe it's best not to ask..... As class continues the teacher kept stumbling over her words and occasionally glancing at me. I haven't even done anything.....yet. Though I can't blame her. Finding out a convicted psychopath attends your class isn't something that normally happens. As I drift off into other thoughts I'm brought back by the ringing bell.

Y/N: Woo-hoo! Meal time!......

I realize everyone's staring at me.

Y/N: Don't mind me....just...uh...gonna uh....

I slowly walk out the classroom as people practically jump out of their desk to avoid my path.

Y/N: (Way to make a guy feel accepted)

I suddenly lost my appetite and decided to try and look for a place to hangout.......Well I guess you'd need friends to actually "hangout".....It'd be more like, "finding a place to slowly rot away while questioning my existence." That sounds about right.

Y/N: Whoops...found the gymnasium.

This place was huge. One side people played basketball and on the other they played Volleyball ball. As I  left I couldn't help, but be in awe of the size of this place.

???: Well well....look what the cat dragged in.

I was approached by three very tough looking dudes. They encircled me while tossing around a football.

Y/N: Hi.

Jock 1: You the new kid people are talking about?

Y/N: Already? Really? What are they saying?

Jock 2: Some psycho just enrolled here.

Jock 3: Wanted to see if it was true or not.

Y/N: Psycho? Ow...

The way they looked at me mirrored that of a pack of Hyenas staring at their prey.

Y/N: You wouldn't happen to know where the lunch room is would you?

Jock 2: Oh surrre...we'll show you where it is.

Jock 3: Always happy to help a fellow student in need.

As they start to lightly shove out of the gym, I hear some of the other kids whispering.

Student: (*I feel bad for that kid....Hopefully they won't hurt him too much.*)

Y/N: *Whispering* Oh great....

After a couple of turns and twists here and there we ended up at a area near the dumpsters blocked from anyone's view.

Y/N: ........I'm not saying I've seen this scenario before or where I've seen this scenario before, but it normally doesn't end well.

Turning back towards the Jocks they crack their neck and fists.

Y/N: Oh thank god your gonna beat me up.

Jock 1: Convicted criminal here in our school? Well....we'd be doing the other students here a favor if we just beat the ever livin shit outta you.

Y/N: Don't I get a warning or a Ticket?

Jock 3: Nope. Straight to the ass beating.

Y/N: I wish you didn't say it like that, but look we could all just walk away now and—

Jock 2: You know.....maybe we'd be heros if we paid his mom a visit.

Y/N: Excuse me?

Jock 3: Totally!

Jock 1: What do you say kid? Take us to where your mom is and we'd be willing to let you go.

Jock 2: We just wanna chat with her is all.

Jock 3: With how smokin she is we might do more then just chat, right guys?

They burst into laughter.

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Y/N: Now why did you have to go and say that....

Jock 2: What was that?

Y/N: Here I was...ready to be beaten just to not stand out....but then you had to go and say that...

Jock 1: You'd better start—

He walks up and tries to grab me be my collar. As he reaches forward I grab his index finger and jab it as far back as it could go.

Jock 1: AHHHH!! FUCK! GAH! GET THAT LITTLE SHIT!

He screamed while clutching his broken finger. As the 2nd Jock charges at me he tries to preemptively swing at me. Ducking under his punches I deliver a quick chop to his throat. He falls to his knees and gasps for air. Walking over towards him I strike his temple with a kick and knock him out.

Jock 3: O-oh shit.

Before he could make a move I break into a full sprint towards him. As I neared I jump to drop kick him, but instead of hitting his chest....I aim for his knees. Even with his screaming I could still clearly hear the snap of his knees.

Y/N: Let me help you with that.

I say as stomp on his broken knee. He ends up passing out from the pain.

Jock 1: Take this you freak!!!

I turn to see the first guy charging at me again. Only this time I didn't have a lot of time to react. As he collides with me, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my hand. Kicking him in the groin he falls again. I sit on top of him and start to punch him again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.......stopping once I see how swollen his face had gotten.

Y/N: Crap....don't be dead.

I place my ear close to his mouth and hear light wheezing.

Y/N: Oh good.

I stand and start walking away until the pain in my hand came back. Looking at my right hand a see a butterfly knife sticking out from my hand.

Y/N: Ow........OWOWOWOWOW!

The pain hit me like a truck.