:In which you're new to Seattle and get bullied in high school.:
AU: The accident didn't happen, Esteban is alive and Daniel has no idea about his powers. Sean still lost his eye. Warning for racist language.
"It's been months and you still haven't made any friends?" Came the aggressive voice of one of the school's resident bullies; Brett. He's had his eye on you as a target ever since you transferred to the school, and he's relentlessly teased you ever since then.
Not even gracing the boy with a look, you continue down the hall in an attempt to ignore him.
Footfall came close and soon he stood in front of you, blocking your path. He looked down at you with a condescending smirk, pressing his hand against your shoulder and shoving you back lightly. It was the first time he had laid a hand on you, "What do you even do outside of school? Are you a secret druggie, huh? Is that why nobody wants to be your friend?"
"Wh- No-!" You try to deny his assumptions, but you're shoved by again by him, a little harder this time.
"I'm her friend," a voice comes from behind Brett, and the large boy moves out the way to see who it was. He was a little shorter than your bully with short, chopped hair and, most notably, an eyepatch covering one eye. "So fuck off."
Brett chuckles, "You didn't have enough last week, huh Diaz? Oh hey, how's your depth perception with only one eye?"
"Dude," the boy mumbled, stepping closer slowly, "Back. Off."
"Or what?" Brett asked, looking at the black eye he gave Sean the other week when his little brother spilled fake blood on him. "You want another matching black eye? Would it count, since you only have one? Go back to your country, dumbass, they probably want you more than we do."
"This is my country!" Sean growled, raising a fist and throwing it toward the bully. You heard a loud crack as it made contact with Brett's nose, sending the bigger boy stumbling backward. Breathing out, Sean was about to ask you if you were okay before Brett retaliated, punching his nose as well. Not as hard, but enough to make it bleed.
"Is there a teacher?!" You yelled into the empty hall, causing some curious teenagers to stick their heads from the classroom doors. An older woman, someone you recognise as your math teacher, rushed out of class and toward the two boys who were scuffling around on the floor.
"That is enough!" She scolded, pushing them both apart. Sean stood up quickly, staring down at Brett with laboured breath. "I'm taking you both to the principal right now, is that clear?"
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Clearing his throat, the smaller boy looked to the teacher and then to you, "Did he hurt you?" He ignored the elder woman who was helping Brett up off the floor.
"I'm fine," you say, surprised that someone actually came to your defence.
He looks relieved, "Good. That fucker makes fun of everyone, don't think on it too much."
"Principal. Now." The teacher demanded, looking at Sean with Brett hanging weakly off her side.
Sighing, the elder Diaz brother left your side but not before giving you a small wave.
