| a dying rose |

|The Changing Rooms|

|Brad's P.O.V.|

I have been walking to the gym with Y/N. Is it just me or is she blushing? I am probably just seeing things. I feel Y/N tug on my shirt and point to the door. I didn't even notice I was about to pass it. I was so caught up in her cute face. I wish I could dump Britney for her. I fear how  Britney with react. She is always so dramatic. On the other hand, Y/N was so calm and quiet. Even after the water bucket prank.

We both walk inside but only Y/N is greeted. It is not surprising. Everyone knows about the way the coach looks at the girls. Either way, it's wrong and I don't like it at all. I wish I could do something but he always gets away with it. I and Y/N split up between the two changing rooms. Y/N, of course, went into the girl's bathroom. Everything would have been fine if it wasn't for the fact that Britney has this class and is most likely in the changing as well. He can only hope for the best.

|Taylor's P.O.V.|

The door opens. Everyone looks at the door to see who is entering the room. Unforturenly, it is Y/N. Everyone went back to whatever they were doing before the door opened. Everybody but Britney of course. She was not finished with her plan until Y/N drops out of school.

Everybody knows that the queen bee, Britney, will not give up, back down, or stop until she gets what she wants. That is why she has so much control. Well, that and her dad owns the school. No one goes against her word or else. She was a major brat and everyone knows that. What happens if we speak up? She gets her dad, and her dad expels us. End of story. I have learned firsthand. The things I went through. It's better to just do as she says and not go against it. 

Britney speaks up and all of us look at her to listen. "Listen up Y/N L/N! I run everything around here so you better listen and listen well! stay away from my man!" Britney yells in Y/N's face. Part of me feels bad for her, the other says it's us or her. I rather it is her.

|Y/N's P.O.V|

I didn't know why Britney we so cruel to me nor did I care. I want it to be over already. "what do you want?" I asked her blankly, which surprised everyone else. I guess no one else dared to question her. Honestly, I am not too sure why I did. I kinda knew what she wanted because she just told me to stay away from Brad but still. I was asking why more than what. 

Just like that. Just with that one question. Britney was mad. I mean, when is she not when I am around? She hates me with everything that makes her, her. What I did not expect at all was Britney's fist coming toward my face. My fight or flight response was to fight and I grabbed her hand and pushed her back.

Why did I do that? I knew it would make things worse. Now some girls have their phones out recording. Britney stumbles back and stands for a bit before running full speed at me. Now I was in for it. This is now a full-on fight. When she runs at me, I move out of the way and put out my foot, causing her to trip. I hear multiple people laugh and 'Oooo'. Some just stare in awe. No one had ever fought back. I was not just gonna sit here and take that. I had to do something about the way she treated me. When she stands up I run at her, managing to pin her to the ground. I sudden pain spreads through my arm. I look down to see that she had bitten me. 

I grab a head full of hair. I feel the blood on my arm from the bite, drip down. I punch her over and over and over again. At this point, I've won the fight but I can't seem to stop myself. I was so over with the way she acted. A couple of kids drag me off of the now bloody and beaten Birtney. 

All the screaming and girls running out of the changing room caught the attention of the teachers and staff. The next thing I know, while we are fighting, Teachers come in and try to get us away from each other. We are still going at each other necks. Refusing to stop until one of us can't stand. 

The teachers somehow got us apart and Britney growled: "Daddy will be hearing about this!" and "You will never have him. He is mine!" I would call her childish but after that fight, I think we both are. My lip is busted and I have a bloody nose. Other than that, I have a few bruises and wounds but I will be fine. I cannot say the same for her. I know for sure I broke two of her ribs. As for the rest of her. I can only tell what I see. She is not gonna be as pretty now.

Britney gets dragged out and I stand there. I feel dizzy. Thankfully not due to a pain in my throat. I look over at a girl's phone and she had posted the video. I can just barely see what was said on the post already. The world is spinning around me. I feel myself losing my balance. I can't stand still anymore. The teachers help me out of the bathroom and the last thing I see before everything turns black is Brad running over to us. 

Why wasn't he with Britney? Why can't I see? What is wrong with me? Why did I get in that fight? So many questions, yet, not many answers are told. All I want to do is see Brad again and go home.