Break Into Me [ Larry Stylinson AU ]

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

"Shut up." I mumble burring my face farther down in my pillow. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

I groan loudly and slap my alarm clock, shutting it off. I really don't want to get up, but looks like I don't have a choice. 

I slowly drag myself out of bed and head over to my closet. I somehow squeeze my legs into my tight black skinny jeans and slip my gray 'drop dead' T shirt on. 

"Boo, you better be getting ready!" My mother yells from downstairs. 

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I scream slamming the door as I walk into my bathroom. 

I ruffle my fingers through my newly dyed black hair to give it that messy look, but it still looks good. I glide on my favorite black eye liner glancing at the clock seeing I have 5 minutes before the bus arrives. Well, fuck. I quickly brush my teeth and slip in my snake bites and tongue ring before stumbling down the stairs. 

"Here Lou, I made you some toast." My mum says walking towards me as I pull my white converse on. 

"Thanks mum." I say taking a huge bite of the crunchy buttered bread. 

"Are you sure you're going to be alright at school today?" 

"This isn't the first time I've suddenly changed schools. I'll be alright." I smile at her reassuringly. She sighs before hugging me and sending me out the door on the bus waiting outside my new house. 

Yeah, I switch schools a lot. It's all because of rejection. I had no friends and everyone would beat me up. 'Emo fag' was tossed around a lot. Beatings were basically part of my daily schedule. I don't get it! I'm a nice person! I'm fun to be around, I think. Just because of my appearance people think it's impossible that my personality could be fun and outgoing. But that's who I am... 

Well, not this year. This year I'm going along with the stereotypes. I'm not going to even want friends. I'm gonna want to be alone. I'm not gonna take anyone's shit. I'm going to stick up for myself and beat the absolute fuck out of anyone that tosses 'emo fag' or any other stupid insult in my direction. I'm building my walls up, and no one’s getting in. 

I walk up onto the bus with my old backpack slung across one shoulder. I see dozens of unfamiliar eyes roaming around my body checking out my tattoos, piercings, and dark makeup and clothes, probably judging me already. I scoff at the thought. 

I make my way to the back of the bus. I just send a look at this small scrawny boy who's sitting in the last seat on the bus and he's flying out of his seat to the front of the bus. I sit down in his seat and put my headphones in blasting papa roach. 

Why did he get up and leave so quickly? I wasn't going to do anything to him. He didn't do anything to me..? 

This source of power traveled throughout my body. For once I wasn't the one petrified for my life. I had a power over other people just based on my appearance and attitude. I kinda liked it.