Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 45

"So, let me shut up and at the sound of the alarm, we can start our Student Wars fight!" Everyone cheered. Chase soon left the center and it was just all the coasts, staring at each other, waiting inpatiently for the alarm. I, having my shit eating grin on my face, cracked my knuckles while staring at one of the people of the East side.

"Please, don't start bashing people's head in and put them into an unnecessary coma." Rachel said.

"I don't make promises, Rachel. We'll just have to wait and see." I repiled, just as the alarm went off. Unlike the girls, the boys went onto each other like it's no one's business. But the girls started calm and collected. It's like we didn't even want to fight, but we all know that everyone in this square wants to rip apart at least one person. All of a sudden, a person from the North side came up into the middle.

"Ok, I'm going to be a hundred percent real with everyone here," She started with one hand on her waist, her other hand pointing to the people on the South side. "Y'all bitches from the South are a bunch of hoes. It's always you jumping on other people's man's and have no self control, which is why none of the other coasts like you and that's why y'all came in last."

"Excuse you," a girl from the South stood up. "But we aren't like your friends called whores, literally sleeping with any boy they walk by. Like honestly, how do you have the nerve to call us hoes when bitches over there are sleeping with men left and right? Maybe you don't have the guts to confess that your whole side is made up of a bunch of sluts!"

"Actually," Another girl, but this time from the East side jumped in, I guess us West Coat girls are chilling and watching this unfold. It's like watching the reunion episodes of Bad Girls Club. It was really entertaining.

"Everyone from the North, South and West side are bitches." Now why is she dragging us into this? What did we do? "Like, you guys are going to befriend people from the other coasts, and then talk shit about them from people in your own coast? To be honest, bitches who backstab are bitches who needs a real beating. If you disagree, come up and tell me what's good." She said with a lot of confidence. I was debating if I should jump in, or not, but a sophomore from our side already jumped in because I could make a decision.

"Why don't you tell me what's good?" She started, walking up in front of the East coast girl. "Like, you have children and multiple baby daddies back where you come from and you're over here, running your mouth about other people. Why don't you worry about your kids and if they're fed before comming at people?"

"You don't know nothing about me," She responded, shoving our sophomore.

"Oi, do you have some popcorn?" I asked Rachel and she snickered.

"You think if I did, I would have been eating it?"

"Touché." I repiled. Our sophomore shoved her back, but the other came and punched her directly in her face without hesitation. The sophomore shook off the blood that started that fell from her nose before jumping the girl, giving us our cue to start. Girls from all coasts were jumping people on the opposite coast, it was intense.

Rachel and I stood back and watched, we didn't want to do anything just yet. We wanted to stay and take in what cruel world we live in. What type of society we live in, where fighting is how to deal with things. My eyes were directed at a small fright in my peripherals, where three girls were on one. Well, that wasn't fair, so I came in and told some people to help the poor girl. I stood back, admiring what I've just done; making a big problem even bigger.

"Pull the bitch's weave!" I yelled and Rachel punched my arm. "What?"

"You're influencing bad behavior." She repiled. I looked at her with the 'really?' face.