Hello loves! For any of you who didn't know, AU is alternant universe. So for this one, it takes place in our modern world. Read on!

(Y/N) POV:
I wake up to the god awful beeping of my alarm clock. 6:30. I roll over onto my right side and slap the clock, attempting to hit the reset button. Once I locate the button, I use all my strength to pull my self out of bed.

My feet hit the fuzzy, (F/C) carpet and I stretch my hands above my head, a soft groan bouncing off the walls. I yawn and pull open the drawers of my dresser to find something to wear.

I end up choosing black skinny jeans and a white tee shirt with my white tank top underneath. I change in to the outfit and traipse up the stairs to the bathroom.

I brush out my (H/L) (H/C) hair and brush my bangs to the left. Despite what people say, I'm not emo. I just wear my hair parted in a style I enjoy and sometimes, people are bothered by it.

I finish my bathroom routine and walk into the kitchen. Not feeling particularly hungry again, I put a French toast bagel in the toaster and grab a glass from the cupboard.

I pour a pink liquid (which I latter discover to be peach juice) into the glass and open the vitamin bottle. I down the small tablet and stand facing the window, looking at the still dark sky.

It is early February and the sun doesn't rise until 7:20. It's only 7:00 now and there isn't the usual snow on the Canadian ground.

Just as I set the glass down, I jump, frightened by the toaster.

"Holy shist!" I exclaim." Why do I always get scared by the little things?"

Opening the cupboard, I grab a plate, got a butter knife from the drawer and some butter from the fridge.

I carefully move the bagel onto my plate then spread a bit of butter on the bagel.

I clean up the counter and sit down at the table. I bite into the sweet bagel and pull out my phone to check the weather. Obviously not snow, nor is it going to be cold. A high of 15 and low of 10.

I clean up the table and put all my homework in my bag. I proceed to grab an apple from the counter, and yogurt and vegetables from the fridge.

I throw the food into my lunch bag and fill my teal water bottle for the day. I place them in my bag and zip it up.

I brush my teeth and pull a maroon sweater over my head.

7:45

Time to get going. I grab my bag and lace up my black Chuck Taylor Converse. I grab the key from the hook and open the door.

I lock the door behind me and turn to walk down the driveway, but I glimpse a long, white blonde haired boy standing in the driveway next to mine.

I make my way down to the sidewalk and he catches up to me. He looks about my age. And he's not from around here.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you but do you happen to attend Winchester High?"(Random high school. I don't think we have one of those in Canada.) He asks politely in an accent I was almost sure was English .

"Yes actually. Are you new to the school?"

"Yes. New to the country actually." He says, scratching the back of his head.

"Well welcome to Canada. Name's (Y/N)." I say extending my hand.

"Thranduil." He said as he grasped my hand and shook it. He had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen.

"Are you walking today or is someone giving you a ride?" I ask, knowing that last year in ninth grade I switched schools second semester, and I got a ride the first day.

"My aunt is driving me in. But I'll be walking the rest of the year." He responded.

"Well, maybe I'll see you there." I say as I wave and start walking down the hill.

TIME SKIP TO SCHOOL BECAUSE I'M LAZY (APPROX. 10 MINUTES)

I turn the lock on my locker and open the blue door. I push my text books onto the top shelf and slide my lunch in beside it. I never shared a locker with someone, because they were all paired up. But this semester, I was informed I'd be sharing. I make sure all the unnecessary items were stored away in my bag and that the only thing on the door was my schedule.

I grab grade ten academic math and then academic science, since the classes are both on the third floor and my locker is down on the first floor.

I walk up the four flights of stairs to the top floor and turn left. I check the time. 7:58. I walk into class just on time. Mr. Novak smiles at me and my near perfect timing.

I sit in the very back of the class so Dwain and his posse won't bother me. They've always bullied me. Since middle school. I didn't know they came here until I switched in ninth grade. But my good friend Tauriel is here. She's always been there for me.

Just moments after the bell rings, the principle knocks on the classroom door. Mr. Novak opens the door to reveal none other then Thranduil standing there. I smile.

He's in one of my classes.

The principle leaves and Mr. Novak introduces Thranduil to the class.

"Good morning everyone. Today we have a new student. This is Thranduil. I hope you treat him with respect. Thranduil, why don't you have a seat next to (Y/N) in the back.

At the sound of my name, Thranduil's head looks around and his blue eyes land on me. He smiles and I smile back.

He walks back to the seat next to me and sits down.

"Hello again." He says, smiling.

"Hello." I say back, a soft smile forming on my lips as well.

I look around and I see some of the girls, no, ALL of the girls in the room are staring at Thranduil. And glaring at me.

As the bell rings for next period, Thranduil and I stand and talk. But our conversation is soon interrupted. Girls keep coming up to him and act all flirty. They flip their hair, giggle a bit and smile at him.

Thranduil's cheeks flush pink with each passing girl and he looks extremely uncomfortable.

I feel a small ball of hate grow in my stomach.

Wait. Am I... No I can't be... I've only just met him...

I try to deny the feeling but I know I have a small crush on him. Dammit.

I walk out of the class and into science. Thranduil isn't in this class.

The time passes rather quickly and without disruption until the end of class. Dwain and his group are now in two of my classes. Wonderful.

The class empties out until it's just him and his group and me.

"Hey loser. You think you've got a shot with the new kid? Haha. In your dreams bïtch." He says leaning into my personal space. I can smell his rank breath and his abuse of cologne. Then he and his posse saunter out the door.

I stand up straight and gather my things. I walk out the door and make my way down to the lockers. I see Thranduil standing by my locker waiting.

"Hey (Y/N)." He says, nodding in my direction.

"Hi." I reply as I stand in front of my locker.

I turn the dial around in no time and pull the lock from the door.

I place my books on the top shelf and grab my lunch and water.

I turn around to see a shocked Thranduil standing right in front of me.

"This is your locker?" He questions.

"Mm hmm." I reply, closing the lock again.

"This is your locker." He said again.

"Yes. But now I am sharing it with somebody."

"It's my locker too."

"Really? Great! Now I don't have to worry about dealing with some rude or irritating kid." I said, a grin forming on my face.

"Well. I'll see you later (Y/N)." Thranduil said, waving to me over his shoulder as he gracefully walked down the hall.

That boy... I swear...

"Thranduil!" I call.

He turns around.

"Yeah?"

"Cafeteria's this way." I nodded in the opposite direction.

"Oh. Right. I knew that..." He says sheepishly, a bit of a blush covering his pale features.

He turns and walks back my way, and I just shake my head and smile.

"What? What are you smiling about?" He asked as we walk down the hall together.

"Nothing." I say.

And we continue walking.

When we enter the bustling cafeteria, a group of girls saunter by, giggling and swaying their hips in an attempt to flirt with Thranduil.

I shake my head and glare at them.

"Hey! Thranduil, right?" One of the football players, Chase, yells from the other side of the room.

"Yes." Thranduil replies looking at Chase.

"Come sit!" Chase yells and beckons Thranduil to the seat beside him.

"Do you mind (Y/N)?" Thranduil asks politely.

"No not at all. Go ahead." I say smiling. He'll need some friends around here.

He smiles at me as her walks down to sit beside Chase.

I hope he gets along with them. He can't just have me as a friend. I'm not much company...

I walk the other way to sit at the far table with Tauriel. She's the only friend I've got really. The only other person besides Thranduil who's been remotely friendly towards me is Chase, but even then we hardly talk. He's just kind when we do meet.

"Hey (Y/N). I see you've met the new kid. What's his name?" Tauriel asks, biting into her sandwich.

"His name's Thranduil. And he just moved into the house next door." I say sitting down.

Tauriel's about to reply when Dwain and his gang strut up to the table and cut her off.

"So bïtch. You gonna meet me behind the dumpster tomorrow? You know what'll happen if you don't." He says, leaning in to whisper the last bit in my ear.

I swallow. Dwain and his little group of friends like to pick on me. Usually behind the dumpster outside during lunch.

But last time I tried telling an adult, they think I just want pity and attention.

I nod in fear of what might happen if I decline, and Dwain leaves.

"(Y/N)! You can't go back to the dumpster. I don't know why you even agree in the first place." Tauriel scolds me.

"I go because last time I didn't, he pushed me into the dumpster and closed the lid. It's not like I really have a choice." I say, looking down at my food.

"Well then, I'll go with you. You're not in this alone."

"No Tauriel. This is my fight. Not yours." I say.

TIME SKIPPY BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY LAZINESS AND INABILITY TO WRITE.

The final bell rings, signaling for everyone to pack up and leave.

I grab my flute and sheet music and walk out the door.

I open mine and Thranduil's locker and grab my backpack. I see he's already gotten his bag. I manage to stuff my math, science, history and music books into the bag along with my other possessions. The only thing I have to carry home is my lunch bag.

I open the front doors of the school, only to find Thranduil standing there, looking concerned.

"Hey. Is everything alright?" I ask.

"Oh! Yes everything's fine. My mum just said she'd be late picking me up and that I should probably start walking, but the trouble is, I'm not quite sure how to get home..." He states.

"Oh. Well come on then. The route's fairly simple." I say grinning.

We walk in peace, exchanging stories on today and laughing at the odd thing -including old style speech as Thranduil had suffered through English class with Mrs. Moore.

"Well. Today certainly went better than expected m'lady/my Lord/your majesty. Thank you for a wonderful day." Thranduil said bowing and kissing the top of my hand lightly, whilst mocking the old speech.

"Anytime kind sir." I reply smirking as I curtsy.

We laugh a bit, then turn back towards our respective houses.

ANOTHER LAZY-ASS TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY THRANDUIL'S PERFECT EYES.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I slam my hand down on the blue plastic button to stop the noise from continuing any longer.

I roll myself out of the sheets, which are now a tangled mess, and force myself to stand.

Oh how I dread the lunch hour today.
What's Dwain going to do to me this time?

OOH. LOOK AT THAT. ANOTHER TIME SKIP. DAMN AM I LAZY...

I lock the door and turn around to see Thranduil standing at the end if my laneway.

He smiles and waves and I do the same.

"Good morning (Y/N)." He says as I approach him.

"G'morning." I say with a yawn.

"Tired?"

"Mmhmm."

He chuckles.

"Well, let's be off then." He says. And we start walking.

Down the hill... Around the corner... Up a hill... Down that hill... Across the main road... And down and around the corner... Up the stone steps and into the busy halls of Winchester High.

First and second period fly by all to quickly and the lunch bell rings with a sickening sound.

Before I know it, my legs are carrying me around the corner and out the back doors, right to the dumpsters.

And on que, Dwain and his followers emerge from behind the corner of the far end of the school.

"Well hello there (Y/N)." Dwain says with fake perkiness. "How are you today?"

God this is sickening.

"I asked a question bïtch. Now answer." He says, dropping any hint of kindness, however fake, and stalking up to me, lifting me by the collar of my red flannel.

"I'm fine thank you. And how are you Dwain?" I say, trying to fake my confidence.

"Oh I'm wonderful thank you. I'm here, beating you to pulp and that just makes my day."

"I'm sorry to hear that only other's pain and suffering is the only thing that brings joy to your life." I say, sick of his shit.

"You're gonna pay for that you f***king whore." He says.

He slams my back into the cold stone wall of the school and punches my stomach.

His goons come up and hold me there, while Dwain punches my face, leaving bruises and marks for sure.

The boys drop me and they start kicking me wherever they can fit their feet.

"Wait." Dwain says, and all the beating stops. "This one's mine."

No tears have escaped my eyes thus far, but I fear that they soon will. I curl into the fetal position and wait for the inevitable blow that's going to crush my bones.

How am I going to explain this one?! I fell of the roof?! I slipped down the stairs and my face and a pole collided?! I was-

My train of thought was cut off by the feel of steal-toe boots ramming into my right ribs.

Again and again, I felt the hard rubber soles of his boots slamming into my side, the force never wavering.

Just as I thought I was going to pass out from the pain if my injuries, I hear grunts and shouts from various people.

I roll over just enough to see fuzzy figures beating eachother. I can make out the outline of a tall and rather thin male with platinum hair and a strong physique, as well as a shorter female with flaming red hair.

Tauriel. Thranduil. Thank God...

I roll onto my back and try to sit up, but a sharp pain erupts from my right side.

I feel strong arms wrap around me, picking me up bridal style and a soft voice talking to me.

It all seems so far away. The bullies. The voices. The figures. Everything.

I feel my head loll to the side and I breath a contented sigh that I had been rescued.

"(Y/N)... (Y/N). Hey. Stay with me alright?" I hear Thranduil whisper softly to me.

From the way I'm jostling around, I can tell we're, well, he, is walking up stairs.

I groan in response and turn my head so I can bury my head in his firm chest.

He chuckles and I swear I can hear him smirking too.

"I can hear you smirking." I say hoarsely.

He doesn't say anything in response except for a soft hum.

We reach the nurse's office and Thranduil lays me on the cot.

I hear him explain to the nurse what happened.

He then comes to sit down beside me and strokes my (H/C) hair from my face.

"Thank you." I whisper before falling into a most needed, and might I add, welcome, slumber.

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Well that took a while.

Greetings dear readers!

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages. I've been working on perfecting this and then it had conflict when I wrote some of it on the computer instead and it didn't save properly...

But it's here now.

Happy Easter Sunday!!!😊🐰🐇

Hope those of you who have long weekends enjoy them and to those of you who don't, enjoy your normal week anyways.

I hope you enjoyed the story, you'll be getting a preference soon, as well as a handful of imagines, and I'll see you next time.

Xo. Bye lovelies!!