𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃, Robin Arellano

13

You bite the inside of your cheek as you try your hardest not to burst out into tears— maybe you were just being dramatic you thought as you stared into the dirty bathroom mirror.

Turning on the faucet, you cup your hands together and splash your face with water. You hesitate for a moment before grabbing a paper towel, drying yourself.

Your eyes flick to the mirror just as the door swings open, revealing Gwen stepping into the bathroom. She stops in her place as she makes eye contact with you through the mirror, her expression softening with sympathy. "Are you okay, Y/N?"

Hands tightening on the sink, you twist the faucet off. "I'm fine." you snap quickly, shoving past her and making your way out to the hallway. You know it's not her fault but she's associated with him.

There's been a rumor spreading around at school. Robin told whichever chick he's with currently that you cheated on him with Bruce. She told her girlfriends and they told their friends and they told their friends and the cycle just continued until it got back to you. Instead of all the pitying looks you would get, you would now get angry and disgusted looks from random people as if you were the one who cheated on them.

You never cheated on Robin.

You never even found another guy attractive while with him.

Well, except Tom Cruise but he doesn't count.

You've never once saw Bruce as more than a friend. He was basically a girl to you. If you would've cheated on Robin with anyone, it definitely would not have been Bruce. You have seen the dude poop his pants before.

Heat surged through you, every step echoing down the hallway as your anger burned hotter with each step. You almost didn't notice the hurried footsteps behind you or Vance's voice calling your name as he tried to catch up. "Y/N! Hey—"

You abruptly stop in your tracks, spinning around to face your friend.

"What the hell do you want?!"

Vance's warm smile falls, "Woah— Are you okay?"

"What do you think?" You snap. "I'm the topic of the school today. Somebody even wrote the word "Tramp" on my locker! So really Vance, do you think I'm okay?!"

He sighs sympathetically, "Look, don't listen to those fuckers—"

"Don't listen to those fuckers? Easy for you to say, nobody is talking about you!" You throw up your arms.

"Everybody talks about me." He says quietly, looking around as the bell rang. The doors fly open and students pour out, filling the empty hallway.

You soften, shoulders falling as guilt takes over your body. Vance goes through this everyday. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long day."

Vance ignores you, eyes focused on something behind you. Your face scrunches up in confusion, turning around to see what he was staring at. Your eyes land on Robin.

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to Vance. "And there's the dumb assho—" You don't even get your sentence out before he pushes past you.

"Hey, Robin! Man, what the fuck is your problem?" Vance shouts, making his way over to Robin. Robin stops, eyes widening for a quick second before he gains his composure.

"Sup dude—" The greeting barely left Robin's mouth before a fist smacked into his face. He stumbled back, landing on the floor. Vance was on him in a instant, straddling his chest and driving blow after blow into him, knuckles connecting with a horrid rhythm 

Everything felt slow, like time had stretched out. You didn't even realize you were running until you skidded to a stop in front of the scene. Robin's face was unrecognizable, drenched in red blood.