{{Nicole's POV}}
It all started like this, I was walking throw the hallway at school, I passed a group of guys and I was very depressed and I look at them. This jock came out of the group and tripped me and I looked up from my hands and knees. They said,
"Your not a fucking lion! Get up you whore!" I got up and said
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!" The jocks look so innocent and hurt for a minute and said,
"You got some nerves for talking to us like that you little mother fucker." I was kinda scared. I haven't been called that many names before, but I said,
"Ok you faggots! What did you trip me for?!" I shouted at them.
"Well the point is that we trip you is that we wanted to say something to you.'' He snapped.
"OK what is it then I got fucking places to go and people to see'' I shouted, my cheeks turning a deep shade of red with anger.
"Well we all thought of saying something nice from all of us. If thats ok with you." Damn I hate these guys.
"OK say it. We all want you to go to the Pitts of hell and you burn to death there!" I yell, probably grabbing the attention of passer bys.
"Well your fucking nice. Everyone knows that your a gays ass faggot anyways!" He shouted chuckling.
That's it. I have had enough of this bullshit. Next thing I knew, my fist had collided with the lead jocks face. He stumbled for a bit before catching his balance.
He raised his hand to hit me, but before he could do anything, I kicked him in the gut really hard. He fell to the ground. 2 of the jocks came up to my sides and I elbowed them in the face, causing them to fall to the ground. The last jock jumped at me and I hit my head on the locker. He punched me in the face.
I rolled, making me on top. I repeatedly punched him in the face until I heard a satisfying crack. Blood dripped down my face from my nose and lip. I stood up, grabbed my stuff and ran out of the school.
I ran to my only friends house. She was the only one who understood my random acts of violence and depression. I ran to her house and knocked on the door. She texted me, saying she was skipping school today.
"Nicole! What happened?!" Becca yelled as she pulled me in the house.
"I maybe got in a fight..." I mumbled, loud enough for her to hear.
"Who do I need to shoot now?" She asked. And did I mention, she has a tendoncie to also have random acts of violence to the ones who hurt me? Well she does and sometimes it doesn't work out for some people.
She got herself expelled from our old school for throwing this one kid around the class room and using an fire extinguisher on him. No one in this school knows though. Which could end bad...if they hurt me.
"Those stupid ass jocks..." I replied, looking at my feet.
"Hopefully I don't get expelled." She said with a creepy smile, slowly appearing on her face. I smiled along with her and soon we were both laughing like madmen.
After we calmed down, she took me upstairs and cleaned my wounds.
"So, how did you get in this fight, you speak of?" Oh jeez.
I sighed. "Well..." I started. I told her about how they tripped me and then when it got to the harass part I started smiling.
"And then he tried to hit me, and I kicked him in the gut, but it was more like his gut/croch area, so he stayed down. Then the other two came at my sides, so I elbowed them in the face." I explained as Becca placed two mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table.
"And then, the last one jumped me, and I hit my head on the lockers. He managed to get one good punch in before I rolled over and repeatedly punched the guy on the face until his nose broke. The end!" She looked at me in shock/ impressment/anger.
"You had all the fun and didn't even invite me! Meanie." She said gulping her hot chocolate. I chugged mine and we went up to the attack which Becca now calls her bedroom.
"Guess what?" She said, turning to me. She had her hands behind her back.
"Please tell me you used protection." I said, being the smartass I am.
"WHAT!? NO!! Guess again." Oh jeez, not this.
"You...got tickets to Blood On The DanceFloor?"
"No! I got us tickets to All Time Low! With Pierce The Veil and Sleeping With Sirens!" She squeeled. My jaw hit the floor. PTV, ATL and SWS were our favorite bands of all time, other than BVB, FIR, MIW, you get my point.
"I even got backstage passes for using the coupon I found in the last AP magazine!" She squeeled again.
"Seriously!?" I shouted.
"Seriously!" She replied.
"HOLY MOTHER OF ANDY BIERSACK!!! WE ARE GOING TO MEET OUR HEROS!!!!!" We shouted in sync. We both collapsed on the floor laughing at our stupidity.
After that, we watched movies and stuffed our faces with popcorn and Skittles.
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