Bullied By PRETTYMUCH | brandon arreaga

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The next day, you wake up and remember the note. You decide to quickly get ready and skip breakfast so you could get to school early. Your parents weren't even home when you went downstairs. They had left early for work and left a note:

Hey, bebesita. Sorry we left early. Everyone's freaking out because a water pipe broke at the studio and we have to go down with a few other artists to make sure none of our work is damaged. Don't be late to school and don't forget to lock the house when you leave. We left some food in the fridge for you to eat afterschool. We'll see you later tonight. We love you. And as always, don't forget to be 'Real Hasta La Muerte'.

 -Mom and Dad <3

You grabbed your backpack, phone, keys, and your makeup bag. Just in case you got the shit beat out of you today, you could cover it up. Ever since the boys started bullying you, you buy a shit ton of concealer and foundation in bulk. When your mom asks why you have hundreds of dollars worth of makeup on your credit card, you just say "Oh. It works so well I just can't live without it. This way I'll never run out" and laugh it off. You wonder if you'll have enough to last you through the rest of high school.

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You got to school early and went around the back and to the football field. You walked over to the bleachers to be met with not just Brandon, but the rest of the boys.

"What the fuck, Brandon?" you say "I thought it was supposed to be you and me. Why are they here?"

"Well you see, y/n, that was what you thought. But it's not what happened. Is it?" he said.

"Listen, y/n" Zion said. He walked over in front of you and grabbed your hands and put them on the sides of his face. "I think you're pretty cute and I can make all this pain go away if you'll just take a chance on me." At this point he was pouting and you thought it was kinda cute but you kinda also really wanted to punch him in the face because of how dumb this was.

Without hesitating you said, "Zion, you're joking, right? I know you cannot be serious."

"I'm not, baby. I promise" he responded, whispering to you at this point "Please just give me a chance to make you happy."

"Now I know you guys are playing with me" you quickly pulled your hands away from his. "You think I haven't heard about your little wannabe boyband? You're just using me to get close to my parents for fame. Well you know what, it's not gonna work. Goodbye"

"Not so fast lil mami" Edwin said as he grabbed your arm and just whispered, "Don't worry. I'm not like them"

"Why should I trust you, Edwin?" you asked.

"Example: a heads up. I'm sorry for Nick in the next 2 seconds"

"Wait. What? Why?" The second you finished that sentence, Nick punched you in the gut and you collapsed on the ground out of breath. Brandon just stood there and laughed. Austin rushed to help you up.

"Okay, that was fucked up, Nick. Brandon, don't lie. Even with your four eyes, you saw this and you know this was too far." Austin scolded them. 

Who, in turn, responded with "Austin. Bro. Dude. Bandmate. Best friend. It's fine. She's fine. We've done worse and she's survived for us to do it again. If anything, it was needed to check that the little slut's still sturdy". Brandon just laughed the whole time he said that.

You whispered to Austin, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

"You sure?" he whispered back.

You nodded your head and got up. The boys just watched you limp away. You went to the bathroom and made sure there was no visible damage. 'But was he serious though?' you wondered while thinking about Zion.