Tutor (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 18 Mobs and Markers

Avalon's P.O.V.

I felt really insecure walking into school Monday morning. I didn't know if it was because word had spread about my break up with Trent or because I'm the new school idiot, but nonetheless, I could barely stand it. It couldn't have been due to people seeing my cast. I was sure to wear an oversized hoodie to hide the ugly cast.

I made it to my locker without confrontation from anybody, but of course, I couldn't really get my locker open. And this time it wasn't just because I couldn't read the numbers.

I broke my dominant hand, which made it really hard to turn the dial. I ended up having to awkwardly twist my whole forearm, which made the material inside the cast rub against my skin roughly.

"Hey, Avalon!"

I whipped my head around, startled. I frowned immediately as I saw it was Trent who called me to his attention.

"What?" I barked, finding this random burst of confidence in myself. Trent's eyes widened a hair before he laughed. I shrank back, feeling like I made the wrong move. So much for bravery.

"Oh, a little sassy, aren't we?" He teased, stepping closer. He pushed me by my shoulders back so I hit the wall of lockers behind me. My head bounced off the flimsy metal and I felt an instant surge of pain zip through my neck. But Trent wasn't concerned about my wellbeing. He was much more interested in the sound that came from the lockers when my cast slammed against them.

"Whatchya got there, Ava?" I wanted to yell at him. Scream. Hit him. But I knew whatever I did he could do ten times worse to me. I'm already ready broken on the inside in multiple places. I didn't need to be broken on the outside too.

"Nothing that concerns you, Trent."

"Oh lookie here guys!" he yelled, his voice rattling off the walls of lockers. "Little Ava here thinks she can just wave me off."

"N-no. I didn't . . . I didn't say that! I just-"

"Shut up! It doesn't matter. You implied it, and that's a good enough reason for me to torment you."

"Please don't hurt me," I mumbled, hating how passive I was acting. If only I wasn't scared of anything, right?

Without another word, Trent grabbed my injured arm and pulled it up. He rolled down my sleeve to reveal my purple cast to everyone. I heard gasps, snickers, laughs; every noise that made my humiliation clear. I tugged my arm away from Trent, wanting to disappear from the universe completely. Why was it everyone's mission to embarrass me?

"Aw, poor little Ava got hurt! What happened? Couldn't read the street sign and got hit by a car?"

Everyone in the hall started laughing at Trent's "clever joke." At that moment, I had wished I actually was hit by a car. I hated this. I tried to turn away but Trent grabbed my cast and yanked be back to face him.

"You think you can just ignore me like that?" he threatened, getting so close to my face that I couldn't see anything but his chin. "I got an army of football players that can take you down faster than you can say your own name."

I felt someone's hand on my other arm. I guessed it was a football player's arm. I tried to pull away from the mysterious person, but they were too strong. This really worried me because I'm usually strong enough to break out of anyone's grasp. Except, apparently, some athletic guy who was pulling me with ease into and through the mob of students.

"Hey! Get back here!" Trent yelled at me. "I'm not through with you!"

"Let go! Please!" I shouted before I could even look at the guy who was dragging me.