You were extremely frustrated today. Your dream had given you a lot to think about throughout the day and your focus had been completely out the window. Your thoughts were interrupted though, when a snarky voice appeared. "Hey, y/n. Ten out of ten, would bang." Harry Stevens, a massive dick, was now stood in front of your desk, quoting you, as the class filed in to English. Mr Murphy was not in sight, probably why Harry was in front of you and not in his seat a few rows back.

You rolled your eyes as his gang of morons giggled behind him. "In your dreams,Harry." You flashed him a bitter smile, wiping it away after a second to give him a cold, hard look. "Ooo. In my dreams we do a lot more than you can imagine, baby. I'm sure I could change your mind if I told you." He brought his fingers to his lips in a peace sign, making a revolting sight as he stuck his tongue out. Throwing your bag under your desk. You gave him a bored look. "Harry. You couldn't persuade a pencil to write. Unfortunately, someone or something persuaded your mum to keep you and here we are. But that's jut how the world works. Shame isn't it?" You asked, rhetorically. Smirking as he made a furious face and just stood there. "Oh yeah, l/n?" "Yeah!" "That's not what a little birdy told me. Apparently, you were so easy to bed, they didn't even have to ask. If anything you had to persuade them. You're quite the whore from the sounds of it." Instantly realising who the little birdy was, you slammed your palms on the table. Standing up to be a few inches from his face. "Correction, Mr Stevens." Your voice was low, almost a growl. And the way you spat his name made him flinch slightly. "A whore sells their body. I'm not for sale. I'm surprised at you, you should know the difference. Didn't mummy catch daddy in the act. I heard he had her in the back of your family car. Spent your savings on her, didn't he? He sees quite a few of them,I hear he likes them young." During your rant everyone watched the encounter with wide eyes. The class was silent, all attention on you and Harry. Everyone watched in shock as you were in his face, like a wild dog on a chain. Abbie and Tyler acting as the chain, holding you back and standing next to you in case the chain would snap and you'd be released. "You know, maybe Thomas was right. You are crazy, I don't blame him for running. Or maybe he left because he got what he needed in the end, after all you were so happy to give it to him. Wasn't his best but it helped pass the time" You snarled at him. Cillian had just returned from the toilet to walk in on a silent class with you and Mr Stevens mere inches from each other. Abbie looked at you with a shocked expression. "How do you know? Elliot's gone. He wouldn't have talked to you!" He ignored Abbie as he continued to smirk at you with dark eyes. "You're all aggressive and scary at first but all you need is a good dicking down and then you'll submit like a good pet. Maybe all Mr Murphy need to do to get you to shut up is shove his dick down your throat. Put your practice to good use, bitch." You grabbed him by the shirt, about to tear his head off when a voice boomed through the class. "Alright! That's enough!" Abbie pulled you back while Harry clambered to escape, stumbling back when his friends dragged him out of your grip. You were fuming, Abbie thought she could almost see smoke coming out of your ears and it scared her. You hadn't lashed out physically like this since the incident last year.

"What in gods name is going on in here?!" Cillian pulled on Harrys shirt, noting the scared look in his eyes. Not getting any answers, he stormed up to you. "Are you going to explain, or am I gonna have to break it out of you in detention."He looked furious and it would have been threatening if the adrenaline want coursing through you at the moment. "The only thing you'll be breaking is her back." The sound of Harry's mumble filled the silence, Mr Murphy turned around still furious at his previous words. "Wait, what did you say?"

"Nothing." He protested. "You know what Mr Stevens. You can go sit in Mr Hardys room. Go on. I can see you're not gonna be of use today." His voice remained even but still sharp. Harry tried to protest further but he wouldn't hear it, practically pushing him out the door as he threw his bag out the door after him. "Sit down! Everyone! Y/n, I will be seeing you after school for detention and i will get the truth from you. It's not up for discussion." You remained silent for the rest of the lesson, stewing in your own anger, trying to calm down.

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Ticking was the only sound you heard, apart from the sound of a pen scratching against paper, your attention was focused solely on the clock. Hoping it would reach the hour soon. Apart from that, the room was extremely silent and silence was one thing that you disliked, very much. You had calmed down completely but your outburst had caused some tension to rise in the room.

Mr Murphy, also felt the silence getting to him. Deciding to act on it. "I noticed what you did for Mr Griffiths yesterday. That was nice of you. Mr Hardy informed me he suffers from anxiety. I didn't know." He inquired, trying to strike up conversation. In a  monotone voice, you answered blankly. "I told you. Standing up for students since 1997." You made a fist in the air, letting your hand flop back down after making your point."Are you always so funny? Or am I just extremely lucky to always catch you on good days ?" Sarcasm lacing his words. "I've never had a good day." Cillian looked up at you in confusion, sighing you sat up, resting your elbows on the desk and attempted to explain. "Every day is me on a bad day. Except I'm like that every day, so i think people would realise if it was one of the good ones or not." "What is that,a riddle?. No wonder people struggle, I would struggle to recognise the difference between hilarious and hysteric." You rolled your eyes at his evaluation. "I'm funny. I'm scary. I'm sarcastic. That's just how I am." With a raised eyebrow, he added. "I didn't know funny slash sarcastic was a personality." "It's a complex." He let out a scoff, replying. "No,you're just complex."

Your lips quirked, subtly,at him, the fact that he could bite back made you want to bite more. It was fun, not many people spoke back and if they did it wasn't anything worth listening to, apart from one person in the past. It took you away from your thoughts.

Unable to ignore the elephant in the room, Cillian sighed. His tone was tired when he asked you. "What was all that about Y/n ? ...You can't go lashing out on other students like that." You avoided his gaze, feeling guilty for how you had reacted. You didn't want to fall back into the same hole that you had just managed to climb out of. 
He noticed your silence, rubbing his palm down his face, he sighed.

"So, who's Elliot?" You closed your eyes, being winded by the name coming from him. Your smile quickly dropped being replaced by a stoic expression. "Ex- boyfriend. Nothing important."He looked at you unconvinced. "Oh yeah, then why did Miss Thorne bring his name up, earlier on." "We just.." struggling with an excuse, a decent idea came to mind. "It's a code word. If I get too angry, she'll mention his name to calm me down. He was just such a nice guy and everything. He would always get through to me during out-bursts, always so consider-" He rolled his eyes at your front, seeing straight through. "Oh come on. What do ya take me for? I can smell the bullshit from a mile away." Staring at him with a smirk, you continued to speak. "You know, for a teacher, you're not exactly the role model type. You're not supposed to swear.. as the... responsible adult." "I'm not responsible." "I could've told you that." Smiling slightly, his voice returned to his unfazed one. "Stop changing the subject." "What do you want to know?" Starting to become annoyed at his insistence. "Well, I'm assuming that this ex-boyfriend is the cause of your... complex." You chuckled bitterly at his naivety. "I'm always like that, he isn't the cause of anything. Apart from my lack of respect and trust." "In general?" "In him." He nodded, getting the picture. "Trust issues." You didn't answer, just letting out a sigh and fiddling with your pencil. "I've been there." "How did you deal with it?" "Drinking. Alcohol worked for me...

"Helps to relax. Wouldn't recommend it to you. I got stuck with it." His voice was low and distant as he stared into nothing, his eyes looked cold. You inspected him, unaware if you should interrupt his haze. Again, silence filled the room. Wishing it away, you spoke up. "He cheated me." Snapping out of his daydream, he looked at you unsure. "He cheated...on you?" Smiling, with angry intent, you corrected him. "No.. he cheated me." Getting more comfortable in your seat, Cillian leant forward enraptured in your words. "See. Elliot Thomas was the only boy that fought back, a bit like you." Cillian could feel himself tense. "Last year, he was moved next to me in class. We hated each other at first but whenever I insulted him, he'd have something to say back and it was a repetitive cycle." Shaking your head at how you we're getting off track, you continued. "Anyway, insults turned to teasing, teasing turned to jokes. So on so forth. Eventually, there was this tension between us. We both confronted each other on it and found we were both feeling the same things so we decided to date. He was really sweet and a real gentleman when we went out, he reassured me that we'd take it slow." Looking him in the eyes now, you made a little comment. "You know what girls are like, if a guy respects you wanna take it slow it just makes you wanna jump his bones right there and then. Respect is just a major turn on for girls that way." He coughed, uncomfortable talking about this topic with you but remained silent as you were letting him in and he didn't want to break the spell. "And so I did." Shrugging, as if it was expected. "You did what?" "I jumped his bones." You reiterated,casually. "Oh." His voice was now timid, as if he was hurt. "Then what?" In a causal and calm voice, you answered. "He moved away the next day." Cillian was speechless. "Wait. What! He just... moved away?" "Yep. No goodbye, he didn't tell anyone where he was going, when he was going. Just.. up and left.He had obviously planned it, he'd been talking about doing it for the first time for a while. He'd bring it up in conversation as casually as he could, made me start to think about it more and more and then he invited me over the night before he left. He was home alone." You rolled your eyes at past yous naivety. "Didn't you call him or try texting him." "Blocked. On everything. I had no way of contacting him." "So he just..." "Took my V card and ran away with it." Cillian cringed at the mention of your virginity and how you had it tricked off you. You smiled, noticing how comfortable you felt with telling him all of this. He was easy to talk to and you were starting to like him the more and more you talked to him.

"What about your out-bursts? Is he  the cause of them, also?" You puffed out your cheeks playing with them as you thought of an answer. "I guess people have their own ways of coping with issues. I didn't really get to resolve mine so... it was either release through humour or release through anger. I chose humour as the more manageable outlet but occasionally... anger gets the best of me." He stared at you, he admired your methods. There was a lot more than what meets the eye. You tried to read him, failing as usual. But you felt a lot closer to him than at the start of the year, simply from the way he had listened.

But your thoughts were cut short when the bell rang for 4:30. You took your time getting up and packing away, not too eager to leave. Teachers had to remain in the building for an extra hour due to schedule, whereas all detentions and after school activities ended at 4:30. So Mr Murphy just watched you get ready to leave, with a blank face as usual. "Same time tomorrow?" Continuing to watch as you nodded and mumbled a quiet "See ya." and walked out the door.