The Three Musketeers → fanfic. (DISCONTINUED)

《 Prom, 3/3 》√

Welp...I guess I posted an early chapter. Happy Thanksgiving! There will be a side story for a Thanksgiving special in about one week. Again, comment down suggestions! Have a nice day. Enjoy!

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A TGGBB One-shot ~ Prom

"Oh, look what I found!" He mused.

I struggled under his sickly gaze; yearning for the help of Bennett, Jordan, and Declan.

He dragged me up by my white blouse and tossed me to the floor.

"Well, well, I never knew you had the guts to escape."

He walked over to me and kicked me on the ribs. I curled in pain as I laid there.

Hurting.

And alone.

"Nerd," He sneered.

He raised his fist.

"Naomi? Where are you?"

I looked at the door with tedious eyes.

It's always the same.

When can I ever stand up for myself?

"Naomi?"

"I swear if anyone hurts her-

"No one will. If they do, that person has a death wish. They should know that."

Raymond's face turned white.

"Might as well finish you off now," He mumbled.

His fist connected with my face as my head hit the floor. Hard.

I brought my hands up to my face and touched the blood flowing out of my nose as I sat there silently.

"Why do you do this to me?" I asked. "What have I ever done to you?"

"It's simple. You're a nerd; a social outcast. No one likes you, so no one cares if you get hurt."

I stared up at him in disbelief.

"Is that all it takes for you to hate me?"

He didn't reply.

A series of loud bangs and crashes broke the tempting silence.

We both turned at the door. It was kicked down, the hinges broken.

Bennett was holding a gun, with cold eyes that can kill. Declan was huffing and puffing with bloodied fists. Jordan, to put it simply, brought a metal baseball bat, clearly bent. He also brought a vacuum cleaner, a mop, and pepper spray.

Basically, they were angry.

When I mean angry, I mean that they are seriously pissed.

Bennett pointed the gun at Raymond.

Jordan walked up to him with pepper spray.

"I hope this doesn't hurt," he sneered, his funny exterior long gone.

He sprayed him a few times, as Raymond quickly covered his eyes and fell to the ground.

Bennett shot Raymond on the hand.

"Don't worry, you won't die. Maybe a few disabilities, but the chances of you dying are very thin. A bullet is a carrier of force, and its purpose is to transfer that energy within the body. But your hand is away from any important organs, so that should be fine. Also, the shock waves that the bullet gives may break a few bones but as I stated, you might have a few disabilities so that may be all right."

Raymond moaned in pain.

"I warned you."

Jordan ran over and bent over.

"Want a piggy back ride?"

I nodded. I swung my legs over his back as he stood up and stumbled a few times.

"Geez lady, how much do you eat?" Jordan whined.

"You're weak if you can't carry Naomi," Declan pointed out.

"Even though I'm weak, at least I don't go to the gym and act like the Hulk while punching bags like crazy," Jordan fired back.

"You _ _ _ _ _ _ _!" Declan sweared.

"Sorry Naomi."

"No worries," I replied.

"No, I mean for this."

Declan threw himself onto Jordan as I fell off his back, my poor butt slamming to the ground.

A series of curses and comebacks were said, as they continued fighting like children.

"May I take this dance?" Bennett bowed.

"Yes, you may," I smiled.

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#Bennomi for this chapter! I wanted to keep all the ships fair and square, but this is a fanfic., so I was like, "Why not?" I'm a fellow #Bennomi shipper myself. Don't worry, I'll do more #Jordomi and #Decomi moments in future one-shots. Comment down suggestions! Make sure you click the '☆'!

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