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Get Me Out (TF)

Rose's pov

I closed my locker and sighed. I turned up the music in my ears so I didn't have to listen to the annoying kids around me.

Just one more year. And then I can leave this town for good.

I turned around, about to walk away when I was pushed against the locker. I glared at the boy holding my down.

"Well, well, well, if it is our little punching bag." He said.

I just glared at him. I thought maybe today I could get away from him and the other kids but, sense when am I ever lucky?

"What? Does the mute have something she wanna say?" He asked.

I growled and hit my forehead against his, causing him to stumble away. I grabbed my book bag, sense it fell when he pushed me, and bolted to my next class before he could say anything.

I sighed as I walked into the classroom and headed to the back. I pulled out my sketchbook and went to a blank page.

I put the headphones back in my ears and listened to Get Me Out by Falling In Reverse.

I stared out the window, looking for anything to draw. And then, something caught my eye.

Three vehicles pulled into the parking lot. A black GMC Topkick and two Lamborghinis. And red one and a yellow one.

I smirked slightly and went to drawing.

* * *

I walked out of the class room and headed for my locker. But I was stopped when I felt someone pull me back, causing me to fall on my ass.

I looked up and saw Jason Bayley. The boy who attacked me earlier.

He was the school jock. The playboy. The one that every girl wanted. It was disgusting.

"That little stunt you pulled earlier, was not okay. We're gonna teach you a little lesson, k?" He said with a sadistic grin. I just glared at him.

He grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to his face. I clenched my teeth.

"We're gonna ruin that pretty little face of yours." He said. I closed my eyes, waiting for a hit that never came.

I peeked my eyes open and I saw a man standing there, holding his hand back.

He had black hair that was longer than a buzz but shorter than normal length of hair. He had a tight black shirt and black cargo pants. He had two 9mms on his hips.

But what caught my attention was his eyes. They were a bright electric blue. Almost glowing.

"You know, it is very rude to hit a girl." He said. Jason let go of me and turned to the military man. Though, once he noticed the guns he froze.

The man smirked slightly.

"Problem?" He asked. Jason and his friends bolted before anything else could happen. I watched as they ran and then I sighed.

I turned to the man and now saw two other guys standing beside him.

They looked like twins but had some obvious differences. One wore a lot of red and black. He had black hair with red streaks, a black jacket and a red shirt. Black jeans that faded into red and black shoes with some red mixed in.

The other one wore the same thing but instead of red, he wore yellow. But what caught my attention was there eyes as well. All three of them have the same eye color.

"Um, thanks.." I said, standing up. I noticed my book bag had fell and my drawings had fell out. I sighed and went to pick them up.

The red twin knelt down to help me. He picked up the most recent drawing I had, which was the three cars I saw.