Cuts and Bruises~A Bullied by Magcon Story

two~

before i begin this chapter, i would like to thank @iwannadje for the inspiration in writing and the basis of the story. she's such a good person and please check out her works, and social medias, they'll be at the end of the chapter with mine, thanks!) and sorry i haven't updated in a month, i got a new laptop and a new phone since mine broke.

alyssa's pov

I woke up to the annoying sounds of "The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver" by All Time Low, one of my personal favorite bands. It was five thirty am on a Monday morning, the day we return to hell from winter break, great. I got out from my burrow of blankets and walked over to the bathroom. I took a look at myself before getting in the shower, as I had already started the water. In front of me I saw a girl with scars, a girl who's broken and someone who has "BETRAY ME" written on her forehead. I sighed as I stripped down, letting the warm water embrace me, entrance me and into a coma of heat.

My outfit of the day consisted of black skinny jeans, a blue crew neck sweater and white Chuck Taylor's. I never really tried to impress anyone at school, because no one really knows who I am, with the exception of the nine dipwads I like to call my bullies. I checked the time again, to see it was only six fifteen. "shit" I quietly muttered to myself. I zipped down the stairs, my backpack in hand and went to the garage to grab my penny-board, since that was how I was getting to school. I walked out of the house, locking it up and began my long way to school.

About halfway there, I was stopped by coffee, all over me. "Maybe that'll make you hot bitch," I heard Johnson say to me, but what else was new. I kept my head held low and kept walking, but was interrupted once again. "Guess you didn't hear him," Carter scoffed with the slightest smirk. There he was, standing in front of me, however I just pushed past him. "Someone scared?" I heard Gilinsky yell, and I was done. I picked up my penny-board and ran the rest of the way to school, hiding by my locker. I opened it and got out my books for my classes, and then felt my hand pressured. I look up, only to see Cameron, Nash and Nash's little brother, Hayes. Hayes was around 13 years old, close to five feet and three inches and he looked like Nash, only the hair color and eye color, but they also had the same nose. He stood shyly behind his older brother, and I'm guessing he wasn't sure about what was going on. "Hey Alys-" Hayes started before Cameron cut him off. "Bitch. Hey bitch." he smiled like a douche before asking, "How was the rain?"

"You bitch," I mumbled, before Nash left to take Hayes away.

"Sour, I like that. You know what that means, eh? Meet me at the tree, after school." he whispered, right before the guys showed up. This next part, I don't remember half of what happened.

I woke up on the side of a building, trying to capture the picture of where I was. I was still at school. Great.  I felt my head as I whipped myself off the ground, and it seemed like I had been bleeding for a while. I brushed myself off as I headed to the bathroom, cleaning myself up before I check the time. My phone's bright screen illuminated my face as it read "3:38 pm".  Not only had I missed classes, but I was ten minutes late for my meeting with Nash and the gang. I grabbed my belongings and  quietly ran out of the school to where I was meeting the guys.

nash's pov

Why was she flirting with Hayes? Why was she talking to him? Is this jealousy? Am I upset? Probably not, that slut isn't worth it. I brushed off my uneasy feeling as I checked the time.

"dude, where the hell is she?" Matt complained, as we waited impatiently by the tree.

"she'll be here soon," Gilinsky replied, voice as cold as ice. He really intimidated everyone, and has that effect. Damn.

As if on que, Alyssa trudged her feet through the freshly wet grass and mid, making her way over to us. she stood with a hand on her hip and put all of her weight on her left leg. I took the time to look at her appearance, she looked like she didn't care, her hair all messed up, hell she didn't even have any makeup on. I guess Cameron caught me staring and nudged my side, having me throw the first punch. "bitch," I muttered, using my left hand to create a bruise on her stomach. The guys and I took turns, all of us laughing as she got hit, but for some reason, it pained me to see her like this. I had to shake of the feeling. "I'll be back slut," I punched her arm and the guys followed, as we headed down to my house.

alyssa's pov

for some reason, Nash decided to cut my beating short today, and hell, I didn't mind. I did, however, notice that he seemed off, not his usual overly conceited self. There was a look in his eyes, I saw when he was looking at me, a look of concern? I couldn't but my finger on it, but it was definitely something. I pondered on the topic slightly, did he feel sympathetic? because he's the one causing me pain? and he casually walked away! It
really bugged me, but I shoved it off and waited for another time to rethink it.

I picked up my bag, slung it over my right shoulder and made my dreadful walk home, that shouldn't be all bad today, hell, I was excited or this walk for once in my high school life.