Well, I have certainly underestimated the size of Beacon Academy when trying to find the exit, because holy shit! I've been walking for a few minutes, and I haven't found a single door leading outside. Just the occasional random student passing by. I could ask for directions, but that would imply me swallowing my pride and interacting with someone that might actually know me. Regardless, I find a window with a view to a grassy field with a fountain in the middle, so I'll just go through that.

I walk up to the window and start to check if I can open it before I commence operation smashy smashy.

???: Hey, (y/n)!

(Y/n): Nothing! What?

Startled, I spin around and spot some blond guy with blue eyes walking up to me in what looks like a school uniform. Kinda scrawny looking. I start sizing him up, wondering if I'm gonna need to body drop someone. Maybe I can use him for the window! Anyway, he walks up to me with what appears to be a notebook.... and a genuine friendly smile?

???: Glad I caught up with you. I got notes for the upcoming tests for Professor Oobleck's class. I thought you'd might need it.

I look down at the notebook he's handing out to me, one perplexed eyebrow raised as I slowly take it from him.

(Y/n): Uhm, I appreciate it... you? Thanks.

The sincere smile on the guy's face soon drops into a concerned look.

???: Say, are you all right? Your neck looks kind of red.

(Y/n): Oh, that? It's nothing. I uuhhh--

I notice the red tie around his neck.

(Y/n): I caught my tie on something earlier today. Yeah. Nearly ripped my head off.

That answer seems to somewhat please him as he nods slowly. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something else, but I cut him off.

(Y/n): Listen, I'd love to stay and chat, but.... I gotta take a monster shit. Like, real bad. Sooooo, see ya!

I move past him and make my way down the hall, walking a little faster to get out of there.

???: But, the bathrooms are down the other way.

(Y/n): I know! I like to walk before taking a dump. Helps loosen things up a little, you know?

I have no idea if that's true, but I keep walking until I round a corner. After I feel like I'm far enough away, I look at the notebook that dude gave me. Couple of scribbles on it, with the words History written in big letters and Jaune written at the bottom. I spot a trash can up ahead and just dump the book in it as I continue walking.

Not paying attention, I accidentally bump into somebody's shoulder. Before I could apologize, I'm interrupted by the guy I bumped. Fairly tall, dark orange hair, weird blue/purple eyes, practically reeks of a douchebag, somehow.

???: Watch where you're fucking going!

(Y/n): Geez, my fucking apologies, dude.

???: Oh, look at this! Little Crybaby (y/n) acting tough now, huh?

I raise an annoyed eyebrow from this caveman's comment, and raise another one when I hear some snickering around us. Apparently, we have a little audience of students interested in what's going down.

???: Nothing to say now, Crybaby? What, just remembered that mommy can't protect your ass all the time?

I don't know what the fuck this guy is on about, but the idea of him trying to belittle me is insulting enough.

???: You're lucky I need to be in detention right now. So how about you go eat a dick before I get a reason to--

Honestly tired of his voice, I jump up in the air and drop kick him in the chest. The sudden force of the kick sends him flying back and lands on his ass with a hefty thud. The crowd soon goes quiet with the occasional gasp as he grabs at his chest trying to catch the breath I knocked out of him. I just slowly walk up as I glare down at him, trying not to laugh at the sight of my shoe prints on his chest.

(Y/n): OH YEAH! Look at ya! You was popping all that good shit a second ago! Then you got kicked in yo chest! You eat a dick, fucker! YOU EAT A DICK!!!

As he crawls backwards while now staring at me with fear, trying to mumble some coherent sentence out, I start to hear the students around us whisper amongst themselves.

Student1: Holy crap, he just drop kicked Cardin.

Student2: Where did that come from?

Student3: I wonder if Yang is single.

I just snap my attention to the crowd with a snarl.

(Y/n): And what the fuck are YOU looking at!?

That outburst seems to have done the trick of scaring them off, as they all soon power walk away without another word. I look back down to this Cardin guy, still on the ground, still acting like a bitch. I let out a snort and just walk away to find where ever the fucking exit is.

(Five minutes later)

After several more minutes of walking, whilst resisting the urge to toss a trash can/person out the window to escape, I finally find the front doors to the school.

(Y/n): Fucking finally.

Reaching the doors, I push them open and make my way to the outside world. With the fear of being trapped in this academy finally gone, I take a deep breath of fresh air as I look down the stone walkway to a distant fountain. And beyond that.... Well, I'll get to that bridge in due time. What's important is getting this school as far behind me as humanly possible. Starting now, as I begin walking down the path.

Actually enjoying the scenery, my mind goes blank as I listen to the wind whistle past my ears while I approach the fountain. I spot some more students of Beacon walking about doing God knows what with there free time. Probably drugs. Anyway, I notice about three other students walking my way. Maybe if I ignore them, I'll just walk right by--

???: (Y/N)!

And of course they know me. Fuck it, stay on target! Getting closer, I see it's two girls and one guy. One of the chicks, punk get-up, half bald with the other half hanging over her eye, walks ahead of the other two. Other chick looks like a bimbo in denial, fully stacked physically while dressed like she's going to church. Finally, the dude looks like a straight up hillbilly, shorts with wife beater and a bullet proof vest.

All of them look like they're annoyed with me for some reason. What that reason is, I couldn't give a rat's ass about. Punk stares me down.

Punk: (y/n), who the hell do you--

I just walk between them and keep going. This seems to shut them up in surprise. Same chick tries talking again.

Punk: Hey, (y/n)! I'm talking to you, dammit!

I stop in my tracks and let out a sigh as I slowly turn around.

(Y/n): Are you...? What are you saying?

Apparently my dry response is new to them, because all three of them look between each other before back at me.

Punk: Yeah, what the fuck? We ask you one little favor, and you think you can just leave your team hanging?

Oh, this is probably the rest of PNKY... Sill can't get over the name.

Punk: Not only that, you send that unnecessarily rude text message, thinking you're hot shit?

Hillbilly: How do you think mommy will take that kind of behavior, huh?

Good lord, he even has the accent. Bimbo looks like she's trying to hold back a snicker. That dies down when she starts looking at me with squinted eyes.

Bimbo: What's wrong with your neck?

Too easy.

(Y/n): Oh that? Your mom got a little kinky when she was riding my dick last night.

Bimbo:... I have two dads.

(Y/n): Well, that's a conversation between you and your new mommydaddy. Until then, bye.

I soon turn around to walk off again. Apparently that was unacceptable, because one of them immediately grabs my arm with a hard grip and yanks me around to face them.

Punk: Do you have any idea how much shit you're in right now?

I ignore her question as I look down at my arm she grabbed... That fucking hurt.

Punk: Are you even listening to me?

(Y/n): I am now.

Punk: Good.

(Y/n): You listening to me?

Punk: Yeah?

(Y/n): Good. You put your hand on me again, I'll break your arm.

Punk, Hillbilly, and Bimbo all seem to go silent from that...... before busting out laughing. All while I wait for what's coming next.

Punk: Hahahahahaha! Can you believe this fucking guy? *sigh* Alright, if you wanna do it the hard way.

She nonchalantly reaches her hand up again. The moment her fingers touch my shoulder, I quickly grab her forearm with one hand and smash my other one up to her elbow. A muffled yet loud snap emanates from her arm. I let go and she immediately reels back as she grabs her wrongly bent arm in pain.

Pain: AAAUGH, FUCK!!!

All her stumbling backwards causes her to fall flat on her ass as she looks at her arm in disbelief. Once again, the other two shut the fuck up from surprise. Speaking of which, I decide to spread the love and start walking towards them. Completely ignoring the punk's cries of pain. Hillbilly seems to snap out of it first as he raises his fists up for a fight.

He swings, I block, he kicks, I block, he punches, I block, he calls my mom a whore, I laugh.

After a few failed hits, he starts going into a flurry of punches and kicks. And that's when I finally notice something... I'm successfully blocking everything he throws with ease. For once, I'm the one acting surprised.

(Y/n): Holy shit! I'm like a man possessed!

Exhilarating as this is, I start to worry that this is taking too long. He goes for a high kick, and not only do I block once again, I grab his leg with one arm and swing a fist right into his crotch. A meaty thud rings out, followed by a girlish squeal as Hillbilly falls over in a heap instantly. Before he could cradle his sexual identification, I quickly bring my foot up and stomp down on his balls again. The next sound he made probably could have been heard by dogs.

Removing my foot from his now prick sized prick, I swivel my head over to stare down Bimbo with a look that I hoped read "Try me, bitch." Apparently she didn't want to, because she immediately put her hands up with a look of fear in her eyes. Somewhat pleased, I slowly walked over to her, while keeping my distance to make her think I won't--

(Y/n): BOO!

I jump a foot towards her while shooting my arms out. She yelps and stumbles back, tripping on her own feet and falling over. I simply let out a chuckle as I simply walk off. The sounds of pained moans the only thing I hear as I make my way farther from the school.

Just then, I hear what sounds like a distant loud jingle before being replaced with a man's voice.

Intercom: (y/n) Goodwitch, please report to the Headmaster's office immediately. (Y/n) Goodwitch, please report to the Headmaster's office.

........ Goodwitch? That's seriously my last name? Oh, I am so having that changed when I get the chance. Until then...

(Y/n): Where do I go from here?

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