Save Me (Leo X Reader)

Chapter Beginning

WARNING: Minor cursing, beware.

UPDATED: 5/15/16

I'm done, finished.

I reared my fist back, slamming it upon the face of the sneering girl. I watched, as she fell back, her stilettos failing to keep her balanced, and she landed in her rear end. Serves her right, I thought, and turned my back on her. I walked off, picking up my bag along the way, and made it into history just as the bell rang. I popped piece of gum into my mouth, and carried on like nothing happened.

HA. Just kidding.

In reality, you tumbled over a stiletto and the floor punched you in the face.                                       
Awesome, this is just exactly how you wanted to start off another school day. Note the sarcasm.

"Hey, watch it! These shoes are worth more than you, ya know!"

Great, you were wondering when your day was going to go to hell.

So, as you lay on the floor, contemplating whether you wanted to get up or not, you noticed how great the weather seemed to be today. An owl perched on one of the many oak trees in front of the high school, the sun was out and shining, blessing your skin with a beautiful sunburn, the air was sweet smelling with a hint of pollution, and the air was alight with the peaceful sound of students snickering.

In other words, it was hell, like always.

Mckinsey, whom, despite telling you to watch where you were going, had tripped you. It was of no odd occurrence, she was a typical, stereotypical bully. She's vain, selfish, and cakes so much makeup onto her face, it would put even Kim Kardashian to shame. You know, she probably owns more shoes than brain cells. And so, as a stereotypical diva, Mckinsey sneered something akin to what a stereotypical bully would say.

"You better be more careful, hon. You don't want to screw up that face of yours more than it already is."

And, as someone who is bullied by a stereotypical, you retorted with:

"You're the one to talk, but at least I'm not a walking paper perfume sampler." You picked yourself, and your belongings, back up. All the while gently dusting the dirt off that was scraped on the thick, leather-bound book upon it's landing. You frantically (but gently) rubbed at the beautifully scribed golden lettering spelling out the book's title: Greek Gods and Their Roman Counterparts. You sigh, sadly looking at the chip in the paint on top of the m. This is what happens when you bring nice things to school.

"Hello? Are you going to apologize?"

Ah, she's still here, that's a new record.

Looking up from your treasure, you ma ke eye contact with you tormentor, her scowl as ugly as ever and you returned it with a flat look.

"Hell no."

For some reason no matter how many times you refused to yield to her, it always catches her off guard. Mckinsey gasped, her hand flying to her chest and her things clacking together from inside the purse that was hanging from the crook of her elbow. The corner of her lips pulled down into an even deeper scowl.

"What did you just say?"

You rolled your eyes and turned you back to her, picking up your bag, and started making your way towards history. In a last ditch attempt, Mckinsey stabbed at the thing at hurt you the worst.

"That's right, go back crying to your parents! Oh wait, you can't, you orphan!"
It was a weak jab at your personal life, something so half-baked and overused that it didn't even deserve the name of an insult anymore. You knew it shouldn't be riling you up, that you should just laugh and walk away. But you couldn't help yourself.

So you paused, halfway into opening your book, and slowly turned back towards Mckinsey, whom now sported an ugly smirk.
Gods, you really wanted to wipe it off her face. But even though she deserved it, you couldn't do it. Your punches are too weak.

Honestly, you weren't a goody-two-shoes, you won't hesitate to bring violent justice upon somebody who has it coming for them. There's a reason why you can't seem to stay in one place for too long, you bet the orphanage and foster care systems must hate you. But alas, that's a story for another time and place.

Carrying on to the situation at hand, you started walking back towards the she-devil, slamming you book shut. And with the grace of a cow, you raised the thick book above you head and brought it down.

Thud

Gasps filled the courtyard as Mckinsey crumbled to the ground and only now did you notice that students were watching, and they had made a circle around the two of you in hopes of watching a fight. And a fight they got, you thought.

You looked around, and quickly realized that the late bell had already rung, and it was only a matter of time till a teacher came barging through. So, you did the only rational thing your brain could think of at that current situation.

You got the hell out of there.

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Aannndd that's it for the first chapter ^ . ^
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