Overwatch High AU

Second Month Dorm

*time skip one month after, second month of school*

"Ashe, how was your school day? Do you have any homework?" Angela asked me. 

"Yep. I have a history packet, an English essay, another science worksheet, and some math homework...... an ass load compared to my old school work... and shit I have a Chinese report due in a week too..." I responded. 

"Do you need help with any homework?" Angela asked.

"Umm I think I'm okay." I responded. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Now who could that be at this hour?" Angela asked, heading for the door, opening it. 

"Hi, is Elisabeth in there? I need to talk to her," Bob asked. 

"Um I'll see. Wait here." Angela closed the door and then turned to me. "There's someone at the door. He want to talk to you." 

"Ugh. I'll handle this. Go work on your homework. If it's Bob I swear to god I will punch him again," I said, heading for the door and opening it. 

"Uh, uh, hi Liz." Bob stuttered. 

"Didn't I tell you to fuck off already, like, last year?! Jesus fuck, when will you take the hint and leave me alone?! Jeez........." 

"Can you just give me a try, please?" Bob asked. 

"Look, you dumbass playboy. I already moved on. If you haven't, that's your problem. I like someone else other than you now, so fucking piss the fuck off, little prick. Do you honestly want another  trip to the hospital? Or another dodgeball to the face? If you don't, I strongly suggest you fuck off and leave. me. alone. Bye bye asshole." I said, slamming the door in his face. 

"Who was that, Ashe?" Angela asked. 

"Bob. My ex. I told you about him in Phys Ed." 

"Ah. He is good looking though... but definitely not as good looking as Genji. When'd you two meet, and why do you hate him so much?" Angela asked. 

"When we were young. Elementary school, 5th grade..." 

Flashback

Hey, I'm Bob! What's your name, gorgeous?

Elizabeth. You really think I'm gorgeous? 

Of course! I've had my eye on you for a while, how about we go out? 

Sure. My parents won't really care, so when? 

Tonight. 5 pm. 

Um okay then here's my house address. 

"I didn't have any experience with dating like at all. Bob, on the other hand, had at least four different girlfriends already. When he came to pick me up, we went to some burger joint. That's also when I drank my first shot of whisky. Let's just say I was a stupid child. So yeah. After that date, he kissed me. And a few years later, in seventh grade, after us breaking up more than a few times, when we went out, he brought me to a dark alleyway. I would have normally have been suspicious, but since I drank earlier, I wasn't thinking straight. He cornered me in the back of the alleyway, and tried to take advantage of me. He almost did. When he almost was in me, I finally got my senses back. I punched him in the face, kneed him in the balls, which was really easy since he was literally right on top of me. Then I slapped him in the face. My mom gave me a small pistol to protect myself before I left for my date, since she knew I could use it wisely, so I shot him in the arm, to not injure him too much. Even though he practically raped me, I did not want him to die. When I knocked him out, I called an ambulance, then ran, so I wouldn't get caught. And as you can guess, me and Bob did not go out after that. We broke up, and he's literally been obsessed with me since then." I told, trying not to cry because of that painful memory of me almost getting pregnant in seventh grade.