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8 - AMANDA NO

Chapter 8

You reached your classroom and sat down in the back, where you always sat. You opened your new bag and felt your heart stop. It was fucking empty. All of your shit was in your fucking backpack and fucking Angel fucking took it all and… fuck.

You raised your hand and asked the teacher if you could go to the ladies room. The creepy bald guy nodded and you left the room. Wandering down the hallway, you tried to steady your breathing. You didn’t like this. You wanted your backpack back. But noooooooooo…..

You couldn’t embarrass Angel. That stupid asshole was ruining your life and you had known him for two days! What the hell!?

You slipped into the girl’s bathroom, not feeling the glowering gaze of a certain blonde down the hall. Her fist clenched. Amanda could not allow a little… kid like you to get more money and a hotter guy than her!

So, she followed you into the bathroom, silently.

You leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall, trying to breathe and stop yourself from crying. You didn’t want to cry, especially at school. You had done that before, and I promise, it was not fun.

You heard the bathroom door open and you froze, clasping your hand over your mouth. Amanda’s heels clicked against the tile bathroom floor as she approached the bathroom stall you were hiding in.

Sh gently knocked on the door, a horrid grimace on her face. You felt your heart stop in your chest. What the hell was she doing!?

“Y-Yes?” you asked, trying to make sure your voice didn’t crack. It did.

“Hey,” Amanda said in a rough voice. “You’re YN, right?”

“Uh… yeah?” Amanda scoffed.

“Why don’t you get out here so we can talk face to face?” You sighed. You hated confrontation, but you couldn’t disobey. Bad choice, YN. Amanda glared at you as you exited the bathroom stall, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Can I help you?” you said. Your hands played with the sleeves of the fur coat while your eyes remained on the stained tile floors.

“Yeah, actually,” spat Amanda. “How did you get him?” You perked up, nearly looking her in the eyes.

“What do you mean?” She theatrically scoffed.

“C’mon, YN. How did you get a sugar daddy like that?” You looked her up and down, confused. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t lie to me. All that money, and he’s giving you a ride to school? And look at this,” she gripped the collar of your coat, making you yelp. “All him, isn’t it?” She threw you down, and you tumbled because of your heels.

“Hey! I-”

“Shut up!” She gripped a handful of your hair in her hands, and you tried to scream. Her other hand clasped over your mouth, so the sound was muffled. “How could he like someone like you!? I mean, look at you! You’re not even cute!”

Out of frustration, she slammed your head against the nearby wall and you screamed in pain. She did it again, and you kicked off your heels. You had to fight back somehow.

She was about to slam your face against the tile again, but you grabbed your heel and stabbed her in the side as deeply as you could. She shrieked in pain and you took this opportunity to run out the door.

Her styled nails snagged the back of your fur coat. She panted wildly, like a ferocious animal.

“Give it, you bitch!” she shrieked. You easily slipped out of the fur coat and kept running, just trying to get the hell out. As soon as you were out of the coat, Amanda fell over with a shout.

You raced down the hallway in fear, just trying to get away. You couldn’t deal with this. You had to get out of there.

“Hey!” shouted a teacher down the hallway. You recognized him and ran towards him with tears running down your cheeks and blood running down your lips.

“Mr. Moran! I need your help! Please!” you cried. He set a hand on your face, checking to see if your nose was broken.

“Oh my god. What happened?”

“Call the police! It… it was Amanda! Amanda Smith!” Mr. Moran nodded and raced into his classroom and getting on the phone. In little to no time, the police showed up along with an ambulance. Amanda was caught on the edge of school property, the fur coat in her clutch.

She screamed and was hauled into the police car. People gathered around, phones out and recording the most popular girl in school get arrested for assault. You sat on the steps of the school with a tissue on your nose and a medic checking you for a concussion. Suddenly, a familiar white lambo pulled up and the driver jumped out of the seat, rushing to your side.

“YN! Are you okay?” he asked worriedly. He pushed aside the medic checking you over and caressed your cheeks gently. His eyes went from worried to dark in a split second. “What happened?” Was it just you, or did he just growl?

“Sir?” asked a cop. Angel turned to the police officer. “Are you Ms. LN’s guardian?” Angel stood up beside you, clutching your hand in his. You didn’t want to pull away.

“No,” said Angel. “I am her fiance.” The medic and the cop shared questioning glances, since you were a sophomore, but sighed and moved on.

“Well, your… Ms. LN was attacked by a fellow student, Ms. Smith. Amanda is in custody now, so there is no need to worry.” Angel bit his lower lip really hard, nearly drawing blood.

“Amanda, you say?” His mind flipped to the whore that had draped herself over his car in an attempt to get his attention. “Where is she now?”

“Being taken to the station, Mr…?”

“Cosimo.” The officer jumped to attention, panic evident in his eyes.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Cosimo! I… um… One of my men found this with Ms. Smith, and wanted to return it.” The officer snapped his fingers and a scared intern raced forward with an evidence bag. In it was a certain pure white fur coat.

Angel took the bag and whipped the coat out, draping it over your shoulders and sitting beside you. Your face began burning red when he didn’t remove his arm from around your shoulders.

“I will be taking Ms. LN home now,” Angel stated, helping you to your feet.

“Mr. Cosimo, I hate to argue, but we-” Angel shot him a threatening look, the kind that made him want to turn into a snail and retreat into himself. “I, uh, mean… I mean have a nice day.” Angel nodded and escorted you to the car with the engine still running.

You still held a bloody tissue to your nose, since the bleeding hadn’t stopped. As Angel began driving, you sat in complete silence. The sun was hidden behind a sky of thick clouds. It looked it it would rain soon.

One question repeated in your mind, and even though you didn’t know, in Angel’s mind as well. Why the fuck was he acting like this?

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AMANDA NO! BRING IT BITCH. I WILL SUMMON ALL MY YANDERE BABIES AND I WILL TAKE YOU DOOOOOWWWWNNNN..... BITCH BRING IT!!

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