Little Helpers (Masky Romance) *On hold*

Chapter 1

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It's been a year since I last saw my brother alive.

I never forgave them for what they did, it was unfair. He was just a kid. He had just turned 16 and...

"Roxanne!"

I jolted and looked up from my journal.

"You need to pay attention, repeat the instructions for the assignment I just gave." Mr. Van Duet ordered, glaring at me like I was a puppy that chewed up his favorite pair of loafers.

"Umm..." I trailed, blushing when I realized that the entire class was staring at me, snickering.

It's days like this that I wish I had stayed home and filled out my reports, and it's even worse when you just moved to a new school. I mean, I just started to be able to remember everyone's names.

"Page 256, 2 through 68, the evens." someone whispered from behind me, I repeated without hesitation.

Mr. Van Duet's glare lessened as he turned back to the board and started scribbling again.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in, I hate it when teachers put you on the spot like that, ya know? But it is still ridiculous, I deal with myths, monsters, and murderers all day and I can't even handle a 4-foot-nothing math teacher.

I growled at my own incompetence before glancing behind me to see who had come to my rescue.

My eyes were met with none other than Matt Donysten's amber eyes.

I literally felt my heart drop into my stomach when I realized that he was the one that had come to the rescue. I can just feel all the glares coming at me from the other girls in my grade. I swear I even heard one say 'He's mine!'

"Thanks Matt." I whispered, almost dreamily as I tried to make eye contact without getting lost in his almost unnatural golden eyes...Wait! Snap out of it!

I attempted a feeble smile but I'm pretty sure it turned out like a grimace.

"No prob." he shrugged, smirking.

It screamed 'bad boy.' Huh, no wonder all the girls were after him. I turned back around and looked up at the board, trying to interpret the foreign language on the board the teacher called math. After 3 minutes of struggling  to understand, I gave up and slumped back into my seat.

Then I felt a nudge in my side, I whipped around to see Matt's pencil in my face, a piece of paper rolled onto the end. I looked at him confused then he pushed it towards me and I grabbed the paper off of the end.

I heard a bunch of girls scoff and glare at me.

I turned around and quickly glanced up to see if the math teacher was looking, I looked my eyes when I saw him trying to hide his phone under the desk as he played a game.

I unrolled the note and read it.

'Meet me in the parking lot after school, by the red mustang.'

My eyes widened as I stared at the note, then a shrill voice called out, snapping me out of it.

"Mr. Van Duet! Roxanne is passing notes."

I looked over to see it looking at me with a smirk. 

Fucking Vanessa had ratted me out just because I had actually gotten attention from the hottest guy in school. I had only been here 2 weeks and I can already tell that the girl was a slut. She had all 4 of the signs

1. She wore enough makeup to last one normal person a month.

2. She had more skin showing than actual clothing.

3. She always brags about herself and trash talks others.

4. A new guy was buy her side every day.

I quirked an eyebrow at the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Roxanne, you know the rules. Read it in front of everyone, out loud." he sighed.

I stood up, seeing everyone's eyes on me made my legs turn to jelly. I don't work in huge crowds.

I cleared my throat before speaking,"I-It says t-to meet in the parking lot after school, b-by the red mustang."

I practically felt the girls rage sloshing around the room.

The bell rang and I scurried to my locker, I'm not exactly the tallest girl, in face I'm probably one of the shorter ones, making it hard to navigate the halls, so I'm happy I managed to beat the crowd, and happy to get out of that room.

I threw my books in my locker and yanked out my biology book. Slamming the locker shut, I turned around. That was about the time the floor came hurdling at my face as I smacked into a giant wall of flesh. 

I yelped as my head came in contact with the floor.

I cursed and looked up to see Vanessa with the rest of her posse. I guess news travels fast. The fatass named Annie stood in front of me, snickering at me. I guess I knew where the wall of flesh came from. 

I seriously didn't want to deal with their crap now.

"Look who we have here, the new slut! Oh, whoops! I meant girl, the new girl!" Vanessa laughed.

By now most people had made their way into the hallways and were gathering in a circle around us, chanting for a fight. It was hard enough to hold back as it was without the chanting. I forced myself not to respond and slowly started gathering my books that had fallen out of my hands.

"Answer me you slut! Or are you a mute little bitch as well?!" she said, raising her foot, kicking me.

I fell back onto the ground.

I really did not feel like dealing with this today.

"Fuck it." I said before flipping myself back onto my feet.

Vanessa had barely squeaked out a shrill,"What?" before I roundhouse kicked her to the side of the head, slamming her into the lockers.

Her two friends surged forward, enraged that I dared touch their 'friend'.  I quickly redirected my attention to the two side bitches that were coming at me.

The first one to get to me was faster than ol' tubsy Anne, and a whole lot skinnier. I didn't exactly know her name, but I ducked under her punch and uppercutted her in the chin before grabbing her and shoving her onto Vanessa.

Anne sneered at me, looking like an overweight barbie that had its face screwed up in production.

She ran at me and I straight on punched her in the face, feeling her nose crunch under my fist. She backed away and nearly tripped over her other friends. Blood spurted from her broken nose all over her shirt, staining it in the process. Poor thing, not.

Enraged, she screamed and barreled towards me.

I easily sidestepped and she ran into the lockers, knocking herself out.

By that time, the crowd was silent. Over the past two weeks they got used to them beating me. It was a strict rule not to show your strength or combat skills in public in my line of work. But I didn't care anymore, those whore's were getting on my nerves and needed to be taught a lesson.