Third person POV:

"Matt wins. Now get outta here. School starts up regularly tomorrow." Basch stated. Matt smirked and looked over at (Y/n), who was super pale.

"No f**king way!" (Y/n) muttered to herself. She sighed and turned to Matt, putting her hand out. "Good job... I didn't think anyone could actually beat me. F**k..." Matt took her hand and they shook hands.

"You did good too. I don't even know why I replaced Alfred, but whatever." Matt said, pulling his hand away and shrugging. 

"Alright. You won so you get to tell me what to do or something." (Y/n) said. Matt shrugged.

"No need for it right now. I'll put the winning reward on hold until I need it." Matt said before walking off the stage and heading towards Mathew. (Y/n) sighed and walked off the stage as well, only to be tackled in hugs from Yoosung, Seven and Zen.

"You did great (Y/n)!"

"We're so proud of you!"

"I think you should've won!"

"Did Matt tell you what he wanted you to do?"

"I swear if it's anything bad, I'll kick him so hard his kids will feel it!" (Y/n) laughed and got herself out of the hugs.

"Guys. Calm the f**k down. We all know that if it's something bad, he'll end up 6 ft under." (Y/n) stated. The losers club nodded in agreement.

"Second place is still good." Jaehee said. (Y/n) nodded.

"Mhm. What are you going to do about it though. You can't just threaten the judges." (Y/n) said shrugging.

"When you threatened Kitty, what did you say?" Jumin asked. (Y/n)'s ears turned red as she looked away.

"Nothing you would want to know." She replied. Seven laughed before looking down at his watch.

"Ah! I'm going to be late!" He exclaimed.

"Late for what? You don't have a job." (Y/n) said.

"I got a hacking job. Got the e mail yesterday." Seven said. "It pays good. So I need to go! Good job on second place!" Seven called before running off.

"Don't leave any tracks Seven! Be careful!" (Y/n) called as Seven disappeared behind the doors.

"I need to go as well. My father asked to meet with me after the competition today. He will be pleased that you got second place." Jumin said.

"Aw... Don't tell him!" (Y/n) complained. Jumin smirked and pushed up his glasses.

"I can make no promises." He said before walking off, Jaehee trailing after him.

"Don't you have a gaming competition starting soon Yoosung?" (Y/n) asked.

"Hm? Oh yeah! I'm going to be late! NooooOoooOooOOooOOo!!!" Yoosung yelled, running out of the cafeteria.

"We should get going as well. Good job on second place (Y/n)." V said. "I got a lot of pictures!" He added.

"Wait! Why would you take pictures of this!?!" V ignored her.

"Come on Zen. You need a professional picture for your audition later today, correct?" V asked.

"Oh yeah! Goodbye (Y/n)!" Zen said, waving as the two left. (Y/n) waved back before sighing.

"They all leave at the same time for different reasons... Weird..." She muttered before walking out of the cafeteria. She walked down one of the hallways, only to have her arm grabbed and a hand going over her mouth. The hands pulling her out of the open and into a classroom. (Y/n) struggled to get free, only to be punched. The classroom door closed and the jocks stood in front of her. (Y/n) licked the hand over her mouth and the hand was taken off.

"What the f**k!?! She f**king licked my hand!" One of the jocks yelled, wiping the saliva off his hand and onto his jeans. (Y/n) twisted her arm out of the other jock's hand and kicked him back.

"What the f**k do you f**kers want?" (Y/n) asked.

"You threatened my girl friend, kicked her and humiliated her in front of the whole school!" One of the jocks yelled.

"Dude... She literally flirted with Alfred in front of the whole f**king school!" (Y/n) exclaimed.

"So what? It's just flirting." The jock said. "And that's not the point! The point is that we're going to beat you up and leave you to die!"

"Do it! I bet you haven't f**king killed anyone in your whole sh**ty life!" (Y/n) taunted, her eyes flashing red again. One of the jocks ran at (Y/n) and aimed a punch at her face. (Y/n) dodged and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind him back and pushing up. The jock cried out in pain as a sickening crack echoed through the room.

"My arm! My arm!" The jock cried as (Y/n) let his arm drop. It hung in an unusual way. "You broke my arm!" (Y/n) kicked the jock backwards, making him trip over a chair and fall on his broken arm.

"You sl*t!" Another jock yelled, running at (Y/n). He punched her gut, right beside the healing bullet wound. (Y/n) stumbled back before jumping at the jock.

"You know I can f**king take you all on! So bring it!" (Y/n) yelled, her hands wrapping around the jock's neck.

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As Allen, Matt, Mathew and Alfred walked down a hallway, they heard muffled screams coming from one of the classrooms. A loud thud came from behind the door and blood appeared on the door window.

"What... The... F**k?" Allen asked.

"Someone is in trouble! I'll save you dude!" Alfred called, running towards the door. He twisted the door handle and pushed the door open, only to see (Y/n) sitting on top of one of the jocks. The classroom was wrecked and there were a couple blood stains on the floor and walls. Behind the door was a pile of jocks, all knocked out, twisted in broken positions or bloody. (Y/n) was growling at the jock beneath her. Her eyes were red and her fingers were stained red with blood. She had a pocket knife stuck in her arm and some of her wounds from the other day were reopened and bleeding through her clothes. (Y/n)'s hands were wrapped around the jock's neck, cutting off his breathing. His face was a paper white.

"Holy maple... What happened in here?" Mathew asked. Alfred ran towards (Y/n) and pried her hands off the jock's neck, throwing her over his shoulder.

"Yo dudette! I know these dudes are sh**ty, but there's no reason to kill them!" Alfred said.

"Let me go! I have unfinished business with this guy! Let me f**king go!" (Y/n) yelled, struggling in Alfred's grip. "Why are you so f**king strong! It's like inhuman f**king strength!" She ranted.

"Why the f**k were you killing these f**kers?" Allen asked, kicking the pile of bodies. (Y/n) went silent.

"None of your f**king business." She spat. Matt sighed.

"Let's just go." He said. The four began walking away, Alfred still carrying (Y/n) on his back.

"Let me go!"

"Not until you tell us why you beat them up!" Alfred said. 

"Never!"

"Then I guess I'll never let you down!"