Y/n-Your name
F/n-Friend name
E/c-Eye color
Third POV
School was okay for Y/n. And by 'okay' it really wasn't. She didn't have many friends except F/n. She had grades that really weren't the best. Not to mention the fact she's in an abusive relationship with her boyfriend, Abe. Her family despised her and Y/n was usually found living in the harsh environment of her boyfriend's house or in F/n's apartment. Either way, her life was spiraling down. She wasn't bullied in school or was popular. Hell, she didn't want to either. If she was popular, everyone would know what she's going through. If she was bullied, she'd be twice as hurt. So, she was in the middle, someone who wasn't bullied and wasn't popular because she had a very strong 'fuck off' vibe coming off of her. If the school had a status for those who were like Y/n, Y/n would be number one on the list.
Y/n had many enemies. The Schuyler sisters and the Hamilsquad were a few. She was 'okay' around Jefferson's group though but they weren't completely on the same page. Now, Jefferson was a completely different subject to Y/n. She had a crush on the man and always wanted to talk to him. She wanted to tell him how she felt and what was happening. She wanted to cry for help. But, Abe would know. He always knows. So, Y/n said nothing. Because of Y/n saying nothing, not even acknowledging his existence, they officially became frenemies. Y/n hated it. She hated how at times they would be nice but then they would shoot insults at each other. It broke her heart. Now, it was nearing the end of the school year, only a day or two before school was out, and before Hell would break out onto Y/n.
Y/n's POV
I huffed as Abe muttered," Don't do anything stupid today, kay?" I hated him. I wanted to kill him if I had to but I couldn't. I sighed and nodded, watching him head to classes. I went to my locker and grabbed what I needed. When I had everything, someone slammed my locker shut. I spun around, glaring at Thomas Jefferson himself. I growled," What the Hell do you want?" I leaned against my locker, crossing my arms. I hated it when he scared me. His sparkling chocolate brown eyes told me that this was going to be a friendly encounter. He said," I just wanted to say 'hi.'" I usually roll my eyes at him and leave him alone but this time, I smiled and didn't roll my eyes. I said," Well, thanks for stoppin' by but I think the bell's going to ring any moment-" The bell rung and I grabbed my backpack and ran off quickly.
I listened to Mr. Washington, my eyes never straying towards the clock. History was something I loved and if someone even tried to say something else was better than history, I'd always fall into a debate and win. History was something that was so much more interesting and easy to remember. Right at the moment, we were learning about the Revolutionary War. Abe kept asking the stupidest of questions which held the class up. I rolled my E/C eyes when he asked another question and continued to write down notes. This time, Mr. Washington ignored Abe and continued with the lesson. I continued to write notes until we were let out of class fifteen minutes earlier than normal. I was slightly sad but decided not to let it get to me. If it was math class and we were let go fifteen minutes early, I'd feel really happy.
Walking out of class, I noticed that the Hamilsquad and Jefferson's group were arguing. F/n walked up next to me and asked," So, how's everything going?" I lied," Good." I asked," What's going on?" F/n said," Dunno. Arguing about favorite subjects." I asked with a smirk," Subjects?" F/n grabbed my shoulder and said," No, don't even try to intervene and win the fight. You're enemies with both groups-" I corrected," One group. The other, not really but we are." F/n rolled her eyes and said," Same thing. But, I don't want you to get hurt-" I asked," Oh, so you don't want me to say history is better?" I caught Alexander's attention immediately. Oops.
