Kidnapped by.... One direction?!

Stand up for once

Amaya's P.O.V

I opened the door to my home room class and went to take the last empty seat in the room which to my luck is in the back. But not to my luck it's by one of the bitches that bullies me. Oh the joy. I have different bully's physical and then the ones where they just make you feel bad, that was her.

Her name is Veronica. She has long dirty blonde hair with piercing green eyes. Sounds pretty right? Well your wrong, she has so much make up is looks like she made out with a crayon. She wore the tightest top she could and I can see the top of her belly button and some short shorts that practically showed her arse.

"Hey slut sorry Tom couldn't make it to your block last night he was busy with his other prostitutes?" she said.  Ignoring 101 lets go. "Hey bitch I'm talking to you" she says while she reaches over and digs her fake nails into my arm. Then bam everybody turns into physical bulies. Yay for optimism.

I ignore her once again.. finally she lets go and I'm about to sigh of relief but the she stabs her 6 inch heel onto my shin.

I hold my breathe so it doesn't look like it hurts. But it sure does. I look up to see if anyone has seen yet. To see everyone is in their own conversations and the teacher fell asleep.  Just my luck. Since I haven't showed a reaction she jabs her heel into my other shin. This time my eyes are watering. She notices and smirks. Oh god.

Veronica looks at me and I glance at her she says "I've changed my style for you I think you deserve to be physically an mentally hurt, it's so much funner."she spat. "I wonder why your parents gave you up its so fun so abuse you". Wow these are some big words for her. "What'd you say bitch" she said. I didn't say anything? Wait I think I said that out loud. That's not good.

Apparently she didn't like my silence and she slapped me hard I felt my cheek burn and everyone gasp and stare suddenly interested. Well then..... if only, if only she knew what I could do. I have done boxing ever since I could pay for it. I run and that helps with staying fit and I go to the gym. I look up at Veronica she has that smirk on her face that I so badly want to wipe off. I look back down. I know from experience that if I look into her eyes or speak up it will only be worse.

Why you ask I haven't stood up for myself with my amazing skills. I don't like people being afraid of me. The only person that knows about my training is Annabelle. Then Veronica laughs and just grabs my chin and lifts up my face and smacks my other cheek. I'm blowing with steam now and I'm sure everyone can see it. I look up and shot her daggers. In a so sickly sweet voice she says " If only that would have fixed your jacked up face."

By now I'm biting my tongue. I know everyone else would have already hit her but I'm not normal so I just send a snarky reply. "I'd rather have a jacked up face then look like you. I mean fake boobs and nose. How much more do you want to look like a barbie." Everyone gasped at my comment some tried to hold back laughs though. Veronica looked stunned. Shocker! Oh the irony. Right on time the bell rang and I'm the one with the smirk now.

The next couple classes go by pretty fast and it's time for lunch. Favorite part of the day. I go up to the lunch line and wait my turn. Well you know how so called "normal" people eat one lunch. Pfft I eat like ...5 or so. What can I say I'm growing. Even though I have the fast metabolism that I don't gain anything. I'm thankful for that. I grab my lunches and try to find Annabelle. I spot her alone at our usual table and walk over.

"Hey Annabanana" I used the nickname I gave her she hates it when people call her that but it seems she only allows it when I say it. "So heard you out sassed Veronica today how'd that go?" she asked. "Well interesting thing is she first dug her nails into my arm then jabs her heels in my shins and then slapped both my cheeks. Oh and after that she told me it was a pity that it didn't fix my jacked up face. I told her I'd rather have a jacked up face then look like her. I just hope it doesn't back fire in my face." I explained.

"I would have paid to see you say that" Annabelle chuckled. I just laughed along. I finished my eating about 10 minutes before lunch was over so I waved goodbye to Annabelle and decided to roam the halls. I felt like someone was following me and I was right. I looked behind and there was Veronica and one of my other "bullies". She smirked like she just had the best plan.

This is the part where I mentaly slap myself for being sassy. Then Adam the guy grabbed my arm and pulled me into a closet before I could resist. Veronica followed. "Well, well, well look who we have here... aren't so sassy now are we?" Veronica smiled. "What do you want?!" I spat at her.

"Oh you should know. Since you always run your prostitue coner Adam here wants to have his chance." She said. When she said that last word before I could process what she meant Adam stalked towards me. He grabbed my arms and held them above me. Then straddled me. I didn't really know what to do I was frozen at that point.

Then my self defense kicked in suddenly remember the position. The same one when I watched my best friend at the orphanage get raped. That is what is happening to me. Ah hell no.

I brought my head up and head butted him and that caused him to let go of my arms. I quickly took my hands into a big fist and hit him in the stomach. Then pushed him off me and I stood up, so did he. Adam went to punch my in the face but I grabbed his fist twisted it and then close lined his throat and grabbed his head and slammed it into my knee. He feel to the ground unconscious. I looked up to see Veronica slap me. Is she stupid or something?

I grabbed the arm she slapped me with and pulled her over my shoulder she hit the ground unconscious. Well that was easy. I stepped out of the closet untouched. I waked down the hall like nothing happened, at the end of the day everyone had knew and no one even dared to touch me. Exactly why I never stood up but I was so not  getting raped. I walked out of the school wondering if that was called a good day or a bad day. Who cares.