《 End Up Here - 5 Seconds Of Summer. 》

"Ugh, I could drive myself, you know." I grunt, bitchfacing at the limousine.
"Nonsense, Chloe, you'll be riding here." Dad shook his head.
"Uh, hello? You got me a car for riding, not leaving it." I pointed at the limousine, glaring.
"We'll get you fast food later." Dad winked.
". . Deal." I rushed in the limousine, opening the window.
"Be a good girl, Princess-"
"Don't call me that, and you know that's not gonna happen." I stuck my tongue out at dad.
"I better not hear a thing about beat ups later on or no fast food!" He yells as limousine starts moving.
I sighed, getting my upper half of my body out the window.

"YES, SIR!" I saluted, waving.

Getting back in, I opened my phone to call Ayato.

Upon hearing his usual voice, I smiled.

"I'm heading to hell, you there?"
"Yup. I'm excited to see you in a skirt."
"You wish, bloodsucker."

Ending the call, I looked down at my legs.

Grandfather really did mean it, me going to Ryoutei, I mean.

Nope, not wearing a skirt but ripped jeans along with wedged sneakers. I only wore the upper half of the uniform. What did I do with the other skirts?

Turned them to curtains, of course.

"Yo, driver? How much longer?" I asked, sinking down on my seat.
"Nearly the-"

Beep!

I fell off my seat and hit my head.

"HEY, WHAT THE FUCK!?" I screamed, holding my head.
"It's the other car, lady."
"Stupid fucks." I hiss, stumbling to the window and opening the window; poking my upper body out.

"HEY, FUCKTARD! GOT YOUR LICENSE FROM A CEREAL BOX?!" I yelled, my special middle finger out.

Getting back into the car, I sighed to myself.

What? I couldn't help it!

"Miss. . We're here." The driver states, getting out the car.

Now, to be nice and to be a fake bitch or be myself? Oh, these questions.

The limousine door opened by the driver, I stepped out.

Once I got out myself, I realized I had the spotlight.

I avoid their gazes and mentally talked to myself.

Ayato, where the hell are you?

The driver waving goodbye, I could only nod and watch him drive off.

I sighed.

'Welcome to hell, Chloe.'

"Oi, Arumerita!" A voice called. I smirked to myself.
"Ayato." I slowly walked towards the teenager, hands both in pockets.
"Ugh, I thought you would be in a skirt." He groans, frowning.
"Really, Ayato? Dude, the skirts are shit." I roll my eyes, turning my head to whispering students as they stared.

I raised a brow, giving off my usual 'frightening aura'.

They immediately turned away and walked away quickly.

"Geez, no need to be scary, Chloe."
"What? They shouldn't stare at me like I'm some alien from outer space!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Dragging me away, I could only bitchface at how the the school was.

Girls giggling like Japanese girls-
Oh wait, they are Japanese.
How the skirts are so short, how the guys occasionally rape girls with staring, how no one was attacking anyone!

IT WAS TOO DAMN PROPER, WITH A CAPITAL P.

Wait, was that a poor girl being pushed by a group of girls?

S-W-E-E-T!

"Hey, Aya, be right back." I broke free from Ayato's grip and walked towards the drama.

"Not so fast, Himenai." Ayato grabs my hair, pulling me down.

"OW OW OW!! LET MY HAIR GO!" I screech, clawing at the air.

A thought crossed my mind as I silently giggled.

"OH MY GOD, IS THAT A CHICK WITH BIG TITS BOUNCIN' AROUND??" I fake gasp as I point at a far corner.

"HOLY SHIT, WHERE?" Ayato drops my hair, running to the direction I pointed to; Drooling.

"Go get 'er, tiger." I saluted, making my way to the group of girls.

As they grew clearer, four girls were harassing a poor girl.

'Time to make friends!~ Choices : Clique of bitches or wimp girl?

CLIQUE O-F-C!'

As I was approaching them closer, my gaze met the poor girl's gaze.

Her eyes pleaded for help as tears were threatened to escape.

My eyes widened as a certain memory flashed through my eyes.

"Please, stop!"

"You're nothing but a weakling!"

The girl reminded me of nothing but. . .

Myself.

My blood boiled at the scene as they started kicking the poor girl.

How the hell could no one else see this!?

Tch, I feel stupid for not helping this girl.

But it's not too late, is it?

Silently running behind as the 'queen bee' of the clique, I tapped her shoulder.

Turning around, I nearly gagged at her ugly ass face.

"Like, who are you?" Queen Bee asks, blinking.

Raising my fist, I punch her right on the face.

"OH MY GOD, YUKA!"

"GIRL, ARE YOU, LIKE, OKAY?!"

The two other girls, kneeled to her side; Fixing her hair.

"Friendship goals really," I smoothened my fist.

"But my name's trouble."

Having a sinister grin on my lips, I picked one of the girls up; My grip on her collar.

"So next time, use your teeny-tiny brains and don't cross trouble's path," Sensing the girl's fear, I grinned.

"Got it, bitch?"

Nod nod from the girl.

"'Kay." I dropped her as if she was a rag doll.

Turning my gaze to the blonde girl on the ground, a small smile appeared on my features. My hand outstretched to her, I spoke.

"You can stand up now, hopefully they didn't break your bones." My voice was unusually. . Soft and kind.

Seriously, when was the last time I was nice?

The frail girl takes my hand, standing up. She was weak, yes, but her eyes held something.

Bravery and courage.

. . . And a bit of tears.

"Th-Thank you, miss. ." The girl utters out.
"No problem, and don't call me that." I grin, scratching the back of my neck.
"D-Do I call you Trouble then. . ?" Blondie stutters, holding onto my shoulders for support.

"No no! Call me Chloe, and you are?"
"Yui. ."

"HEY, BITCH! DON'T THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY FROM THIS!" One of the girls yell.

Sigh, there were people like this in a squad.

Those who couldn't just shut the fuck up.

Glaring, I turned around to see them standing proudly.

The two girls were holding the girl back from clawing my face.

Yui tugged on my sleeve, shaking her head.

"Give me a moment," I say in english with a british accent- Which was what I sounded in English. Yui gives me a confused look as I growl at the girl.

"THE SAKAMAKI'S ARE MI-"

Before she could finish, I already kicked her in the gut.

"You little bitch! My dad will hear about-"

Before she could finish again, I spat. Literally on her face.

"Save it, loser. Tell your daddy you lost this match."

Turning back to Yui, I grinned angelically.

"Let's go, yeah?"

And together, we ran.

. . . Along with the frigid wind of teenage rebellion.

「ｘ」

The poor girl and I crashed inside a room filled with lockers, panting heavily.

"Y-You're new here, I'm guessing. . ?" Yui pants, holding both hands against her chest.

"Yep, totally in trouble. Don't worry though, happens all the time." I grin, sweat rolling down my cheek.

"All the time?"
"Long story, short time."
"O-Oh. ."
"So, what got you with those barbie bitches?"
"Well you see. . ."

The poor girl explained everything, trusting me immediately.

"Oh god, you're that idiot's girl!" I exclaim.
"What?" Yui blinks twice.
"Sorry, Ayato's? You know, the idiot with red head filled with tits and takoyaki." I explained.
"Y-Yeah. . You must be his best friend?" She stutters.
"Yep, the one and only Chloe Arumerita." I chuckle. That redhead talks about me? Neat.

"We should get going. ."
"Agreed."

With that, the both of us walked out the locker room and out to the halls.

"I should be going. . ! See you. . . ?" Yui bows, nodding.
"Sure, see you." I nod.

I was all alone again.

"OH MY GOD IT'S HIM!!"
"OMG make way!!"

What now? A deer smiling with chipotle as teeth?

But I was so damn wrong. Before I knew it, a pair of cerulean orbs met mine.

I couldn't look away.

Blonde hair, cerulean eyes, tall figure, earphones along with a beige sweater hanging from his shoulders.

Now that is art.