Third person POV:

It's been a week since the countries have started school and no one has gotten any closer to (Y/n). If anything, (Y/n) has gotten even farther away. Especially once most of the guys joined sports teams and became popular. Like, extremely popular. When they walk down the hallways, most girls and some boys drool, basically falling to their knees to worship the group they stand on.

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(Y/n) groaned and sat up. She was lying on a lumpy cot and a piece of ply wood with a thin blanket over her legs. There were bloodied bandages around her torso, shoulders and legs.

"Damn it... They reopened..." (Y/n) cursed, slowly getting to her feet. She grabbed a makeshift first aid kit from under the broken wooden dresser and began unwrapping the bloodied bandages from her torso and shoulders, wincing in pain as the wounds were exposed to the air. On her back there were five large slash marks, all going in directions. They took up most of her back and coated the older scars in fresh blood. Her shoulders had smaller scars from pieces of glass and burns from cigarettes. Some of the small burns were still red and becoming irritated from the cloth. (Y/n) grit her teeth in pain as she used the last of the rubbing alcohol on her wounds, the stinging pain making tears come to her eyes. (Y/n) quickly re wrapped her wounds in fresh bandages before grabbing her school uniform. She changed quickly, ignoring her aching limbs as she moved her back and arms. (Y/n) glanced at the clock in the dark corner of the attic, the glass slightly cracked but still readable.

"S***. I'm going to be late for the damned bus!" (Y/n) whispered under her breath. She grabbed her backpack and quietly walked out of her room, being careful to avoid the creaky floor boards and stairs. (Y/n) walked out the front door, closing it quietly behind her before sprinting towards the bus stop. Her worn down shoes had a couple holes in them, making a couple rocks enter her shoes, hurting her feet even more as she ran. (Y/n) stopped running as the bus pulled up beside her, the doors opening. She walked onto the bus, stumbling slightly before sliding into her spot in the very front of the bus. A couple of quiet snickers could be heard from the other students as they watched her mess up. (Y/n) scanned the bus before narrowing her eyes at the back. The new kids were all sitting together like normal. S***ty girls swarmed them and flirted, twirling their hair and biting their lips. A couple of the new kids flirted back, most of them just being awkward and avoiding eye contact. (Y/n) clicked her tongue in annoyance before looking out the bus window.

Once the bus stopped at the school, everyone waited for (Y/n) to get off before getting off themselves. Just like every other morning. (Y/n) held her backpack tightly as she walked through the halls, glaring at everyone as she passed.

"Ugh. The s*** is back."

"Can't she take a hint?"

"When are the basketball jocks going to do something about her?"

"She's so fake. Putting up that tough look when she's really a stupid freak."

(Y/n) clicked her tongue again before stopping at her locker. She did her lock combination and grabbed her first binder, shoving it in her bag.

"Let go of-a me!" (Y/n) looked up from her bag to see Flávio being dragged out of the school by the basketball team. She groaned and closed her locker. Why should she cares what happens to him? He's one of those popular guys. After a moment, (Y/n) groaned at herself internally before speed walking after the basketball team. She followed them to the back of the school, where the druggies and the garbage can hang out. The basketball team were getting ready to throw Flávio into the trash can. His backpack and clothing sketches already dumped into it. (Y/n) walked towards the basketball team.

"Drop him you idiots." She stated, a dull look in her eyes.

"Oh? The art freak has come to save the pretty boy~ How cute." One of the jocks said, rolling his eyes.

"What are you going to do? Beat us all up?" Another asked, smirking.

"If that's what it takes to get you to stop f**king beating everyone up. Then yes." (Y/n) replied, shrugging. The basketball jock holding Flávio's arms smirked, looking at her arm.

"You still have your stab wound! I'm touched!" He said, cackling loudly. (Y/n) put her hands on her hips.

"Put the blonde down now or you'll all be six feet under." She stated. The jocks just smirked.

"You can't take us all on at once." A fourth said cockily. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and stepped closer. She swung her bag at one of the jocks, the force knocking him off his feet and creating a purple bruise on his cheek. (Y/n) kicked another jock in the crotch and one behind the knees, making them both fall forward in pain, creating a pile of jocks on the ground. The two holding Flávio dropped him to run at (Y/n), only to get a gun to the face as Rain showed up.

"Why do you insist of getting a gun to the face?" Rain asked, loading the gun. The jocks quickly scattered after that.

"Thanks Rain. You always seem to have the best timing." (Y/n) said, grabbing her bag. "But what are you doing here? Coming to class today?"

"Nah. Picking some stuff up." Rain said. (Y/n) hummed as Rain began walking off. "Stay outta trouble (L/n)!" He called. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at him before walking over to Flávio. She yanked him to his feet before grabbing his bag and sketches from the trash.

"I told you to stay away from the jocks. They'll wreck your pretty face without a second thought." (Y/n) said to Flávio before walking off. "F**king idiots..." She muttered under her breath.

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After school, (Y/n) was walking around the school aimlessly. The loser club had been canceled that day and she missed the bus home. There was soccer practice in the field right now, and knowing some of the soccer jocks, they wouldn't hesitate to kick the ball at her head.

"All alone now huh freak?" (Y/n) turned around, only to be greeted by a fist to the face. She fell to the floor, clutching her now bloodied nose. The basketball jocks were surrounding her, a couple s**ts hanging off their arms with evil sneers.

"Don't have a gang leader to protect you now. What are you going to do?" A jock asked, kicking her gut. (Y/n) groaned in pain, her eyes closing shut from habit as the jocks began to beat her up.

"Not so strong now, are ya?"

"Pathetic. I thought she would've given more of a fight."

"F**king loser." (Y/n) rolled onto her back, coughing up blood.

"Go did in hell, b***ard." She grumbled. One of the jocks kicked her again, causing her head to bleed and her vision of go fuzzy.

"No wonder you're here. You're pathetic, useless and the biggest wh**e in this school. You can't do anything right! I bet those rumors are true! You killed your mother didn't you? Blood thirsty b***ard!" A girl stated, flipping her hair over her shoulder. (Y/n) grit her teeth and leaned against the lockers. Her lip was cracked, her left eye swollen shut, her nose broken and a bloody gash on her forehead causing blood to blind her left eye. Bruises were forming all over her body and some of her original wounds had reopened, staining the white uniform red. Her right hand was pretty much crushed and her legs were almost bent at an odd angle. (Y/n) wiped blood from her lip and smirked, getting to her feet.

"Go die in hell you f**king bastards!" She yelled before tackling the closest jock.