two doors down

tired teens

time skip last break

3rd person pov

y/n sat with her head rested on her arms as her knees were pulled up to her chest. monica gently rubbed her arm worried about her friend.

she barely sleeps, shes always tired and monica noticed as she slowly began to loose that glint in her eye. monica reached around and pulled y/n from her sitting position to where she was laying down across monicas legs. y/n's hands were fiddling with monicas left hand as her right gently scratched the tired girls hair.

y/n simply stared out ahead stuck in her own mind tired but unable to sleep. she was so deep in her thoughts she never noticed that the first bell went. she had ms olsen last session again so she defineintly wouldnt be wagging.

"come on honey one more class. ashton will take you home this afternoon, your not walking" monica  said collecting their bags. y/n got up not saying anything. by now the second bell went and the halls were getting emptier and emptier.

miss olsen was letting the last of her students in her head pops up as she sees y/n walking slowly. she wasn't mad the girl was late as she was clearly tired.

"sorry shes late" monica appologised for y/n. miss olsen simply shook her head saying it didn't matter the class hadn't started yet. miss olsen whispers something to y/n before the girl walks to her seat in class.

"did you want a note for your teacher so you dont get detention" she asks turning back to monica.

"yeah that would be great, thanks miss" lizzie gives a small smile back walking into her classroom to write some excuse on a paper.

"thank you for getting y/n to class. but do you know why shes so tired" she asked worriedly. sure she barely knew this girl but she was worried. monica just shook her head. sure she knew she had stayed up for a while but y/n rarely told her why.

lizzie nods finally letting the girl go to her own class. and walking back into her classroom to teach her own.

the class runs smoothly working quietly. y/n had her head down on her desk. actually asleep. a couple other kids in the same position but just resting.

lizzie was going through her emails when she noticed one from the teacher she got a key off this morning.

the email read: come see your fellow students art work displayed at bla bla bla art gallery in this competion on the weekend. make sure to show your support and vote for which one you thinks best.

she liked art so she figured she would go. even if they were only kids work they can still be good

"miss olsen im finished the worksheet and i don't don't know if you noticed but there's a couple kids sleeping you should give them a detention" this girl ella said coming up to the teachers desk to hand her work in

"their fine, those students are finished their work and they aren't disrupting the class. and please don't tell me how to do my job" the class ooo's as ella's face dropped

"but- y/n she walked in late and laid down she hasn-"

"that's my job to sort her out not yours go sit down" ella looks like she could cry as she go sits back at her desk glumly.

kids snicker as someone finally put her in her place. but lizzie's mind was somewhere else.

the home bell rings and students hurry to pack up and go home.

she closes the door as the last of the kids leave her classroom before walking to the back of the room kneeling down next to y/n

"hey sweetheart, class is over" she gently coaxed the teen out of her slumber. y/n sat up rubbing her eyes.

"sorry" she mumbled. resting her elbows on the desk holding her head in her hands still trying to wake up.

"it's okay" lizzie comforted rubbing y/ns arm "why are you so tired hun"

"didn't get enough sleep" the teen shrugged dismissively.

"that calls for an early night then, hm" lizzie said softly brushing a strand of hair behind the teens ear.

y/n agreed but knew it wouldn't happen. she can't sleep at her house. she can't sleep not knowing if her dad could come home on something and. yeah she can't sleep.

there was a knock at the door and miss olsen turned her head looking at monica who was peering through the door.

she waved the girl in and she came in with y/ns bag. "come on y/n/n ashton's here" monica said rubbing a hand up and down y/ns back.

her muscles tensed under her touch her body still sore from yesterdays events. her body language didn't go unnoticed by the others in the room.

slowly y/n picked herself up of the chair following monica. "i'll probably see you tonight lizzi-miss olsen" y/n smiled tiredly. with a small wave lizzie thought was adorable. she smiled and waved back walking to the front of the room to collect her own things.

y/n pov
it hurt to walk and i was tired so i kept bumping into monica every time i tried to walk in a straight line. instead of going to meet her brother monica drags me into the disabled toilets. locking the door behind us

"how bads the bruising" she asked me her hands holding my arms softly.

i turned around pulling the back of my shirt up. monica placed her fingers gently on my back as she saw the bruises. they weren't bad but painful.

i pull my shirt back down. turning around. she pulls me into a gentle hug. to which i melt at. i always loved physical contact.

"let's get you home"  i don't want to go home.

a/n
literally in class rn. the teachers a fucking bitch. people keep barking at her to. it's funny as