Your P.O.V
You ran as fast as your legs would carry you and your messenger bag. Why you were running? A few reasons. "GET BACK HERE!" "WHY AREN'T YOU SLOWING DOWN?!" "YEAH SHOULDN'T (Y/N) BE TRIED BY NOW?!?!?!" Speaking of problems, these fine gentlemen are the exact definition. These were your everyday bullies Antonio, Jaxon, and Cameron. All of them were a special kind of stupid, iggnorant and foolish as they were, they bullied their way into keeping their grades up to stay on the football team. Yep. They were THOSE kind of jocks. The jocks that messed with the geeks, nerd, and anyone better than them. So Meatheads was the best way to put it. Meatheads indeed.
However right now definitely wasn't the time to call them names... even if they were true. "COME ONE, WE JUST WANT TO TALK!" Jaxon yelled. "Yeah right, ya'biscuit!" You yelled back at them and continued to run. You picked up your messenger bag to keep it from hitting your hip with every step and hugged it to your chest. 'Please not today. Any other day, but not today.' You silently pleaded to whatever powerful force was out there. You found yourself suddenly face to face with the ground. "Nnng." You groaned, but you couldn't move... someone was on top of you. 'Oh no.' You thought before you began struggling underneath the heavy weight. "GOD you're FAT!" You strained as you realized how hard it was to breathe. You heard someone chuckle and get off you. Slowly, you pushed yourself off the ground and realized something that made your heart nearly stop. Your bag wasn't underneath you. It was in front of you, papers on the forest ground and your pencils, paints, and markers all scattered around. Your three bullies standing behind the mess of art supplies.
You growled at them, making them smirk. "What's wrong paint face?" Antonio asked mockingly. Your eyes widened as you rubbed your face, some blood coming off onto your hand. "That isn't paint, you idiot." You scoffed. "It's blood." They chuckled at that and stepped forward, stepping right onto your bag and supplies. Some of your paintbrushes snapped in half, your pens and markers spilling ink onto the forest ground as they broke, pencils' tips being snapped off, paints being spilled. Your snow white paper now stained with their muddy footprints, your canvases being broken, even your tea-stained paper used to look old was being stained with your ink and paint. But the worst part? Your binder full of sketches, painting, drawings and doodle being crushed under Cameron's weight. *SNAP* "Oops." He said smirking, his buddies chuckling with him. THAT was the sound of your babies dying. You whimpered as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.
They took your sudden showing of weakness for granted, going full force on their act of bullying. *SMACK* "Ah!" You yelped as a stinging sensation filled the left side of your face. "Don't mess with my girlfriend again!" Jaxon shouted, as Cameron stepped forward. "I don't even KNOW who your girlfriend is!" You cried out to him. Cameron let a 'tch' of disapproval pass his lips as he threw his fist at you, connecting it with your eye. "Eugh!" You went down to the ground, your head colliding with a root. 'Ow..' A pain hit you like a brick as Antonio kicked you in your side. You gasped in pain, only amusing them further as Jaxon and Cameron joined in with your beating. Jaxon pulled you up by your hair, only to throw you to the other side, you face landing in some mud, your locks getting drenched in it. "Now THAT'S an improvement to your looks. You should keep it like that." Cameron said. "Someone help me." You whispered before a foot connected with your face. *snap* They... They broke your nose.
You shakily brought your hand up and gently touched it, a burning pain shot through it making you wince. Bringing your hand into your vision, it was covered in blood. Your breathing got heavy as your adrenaline wore off. Pain... it got so much worse. You whimpered as you gave up trying to keep your head out of the mud, letting your muscles relax as it landed with a *plop*. The last thing you heard was a new voice murmuring something before you blacked out.
Trenderman's P.O.V
"Now that's no way to treat someone." I scolded them. "What the-WHO ARE YOU?!" I winced at their volume. "You sure do yell a lot, but I'm so glad you do. If you didn't I wouldn't have been able to save this highly fashionable person." I said, stepping out from the trees. They immediately paled at the sight of me, meanwhile I rolled up my sleeves. "Now then, let's have som fun, yes?"
