Right! You guys wanted this story to have the next part, and I was going to upload this yesterday but I added some more paragraphs so I hope you enjoy! It's a little longer than usual! I appreciate everyone's feedback and please comment, I don't bite much!

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(F/N) instantly felt sick. Did she run? Maybe if she asked to go to the bathroom, she could just hide there. But instead, she just sat there, frozen still. She wanted to say something to the teacher but as soon as she shakily raised her hand one of the girls sat behind her placed her foot on (F/N)'s. First, she thought nothing until the girl pressed down hard.

"(F/N), did you need something?" The teacher asked in her sweet voice snapping (F/N) back to reality. Her words caught in her throat as she winced at the pressure being but down on her foot.

"No Miss, sorry..." She muttered and edged her hand back down. Even so, she didn't feel the pain leave her foot. It was probably to make sure she didn't try anything again. One of the girls stood at the front of the class at the podium cleared her throat.

"This is my class project, all about a student in this class." She beamed. The teacher smiled, probably thinking it was some sort of nice project for a friend, a tribute of sorts. The girls hadn't mentioned (F/N)'s name yet, but she knew she wasn't safe. The girl began to speak and (F/N)'s unease grew with each word that was spilt from her mouth.

All her secrets were being revealed; everything she'd jotted down was being told to the class. Phrases like 'I wish I could make more friends,' and 'I wish these bullies would leave me alone.' Then Antonio's name kept popping up more. More and more and more. Everyone in the class was gazing over at him, but he seemed more bothered by the girls speaking. He was totally sucked in by each mention of his name. Until finally:

"I love Antonio. It's simple, I love his smile, his personality, his eyes. But of course, I can't tell him, he's so popular, and I'm just not." The whole class seemed to be enjoying this, they looked over to Antonio, who seemed to be just as interested. Someone liked him, the whole class knew that, but they still didn't know who. Everyone, by this point, was sucked in.

(F/N) was on the edge of her seat, but not in a good way. She felt as uncomfortable as she ever could feel. Her fingers nervously tapped on the surface of the desk and by this point, she just wanted to disappear. Or at the least, they could just get it over with and spit it out already! Though she regretted the thought. The two girls at the front smirked, and one of them began speaking again. It was like she was announcing something on a TV show. It was just cruel.

"You're wondering who this is? Well, then ladies and gentlemen, the person who wrote this stupid journal is no one other than (F/N) (L/N), the class loser!" She laughed, pointing over to (F/N) as everyone's head turned to her. All of them knew. Antonio knew. (F/N) felt her heart and her head pound, everyone's eyes were on her.

She briefly met Antonio's gaze. She couldn't read the expression on his face and she didn't want to. She just wanted a hole to swallow her up. This was awful, worse than awful. She couldn't take it anymore. The teacher tried to interject, realising this wasn't some sort of tribute to a classmate.

"N-Now, now class, how about we just go onto the next class assessment!" She said trying to divert the attention off (F/N). But (F/N) couldn't take it. She felt tears prickle the corners of her eyes and she grabbed her things and stuffed them in her bag as giggles ran around the classroom. Knocking over her chair, she bolted up and tried to ignore the laughs. Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks but she stopped herself from sobbing and covered her face. Her teacher called after her but all she could hear was laughter.

Antonio wanted to get out of his chair, he wanted to go after her, so why wasn't he? His reputation? Was it that? The class broke out into whispers as students began to chat about what had happened. The teacher tried to calm the class down, while Antonio tried to sort out his thoughts.

(F/N) liked him.

The rest of class was spent presenting the other students' assessments, but it's not like Antonio paid attention or listened to any of them. What did he do now? All he could think of was (F/N). No one had gone after her, not even the teacher. Did no one really care about her that much? But, he didn't go after her either...

He quickly felt guilt start to eat away at him. Idiot, he was an idiot. Why hadn't he just gone after her?! He could only imagine the kind of humiliation she was feeling. He could hear the class around him still laughing, snickering and whispering. And those two girls.. They had proud grins plastered on their faces, they were eyeing Antonio, but they always were. They'd been trying to get him to date one of them for weeks. He suddenly felt very uneasy when one of them whispered to the other and they all giggled. Antonio glared at the girls as they walked up to the front of the class and asked the teacher something. He knew they'd asked to go the bathroom, but they were going anywhere but there. As soon as they left the room he briskly stood up from his seat—the chair scraping against the floor—and told the teacher he was going to the toilet as well. Without waiting for her permission he left the classroom, ignoring the confused looks he was getting. He quickly jogged down the corridor to follow the girls.

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(F/N) quickly stuffed the books in her locker into her bag not caring of the edges creased. She wanted to get out and go home to her room where she could be alone and cry to her hearts content. Her mother would be worried, and she hated to make her mother stress out so she'd pretend everything was okay. She just felt sick and needed time alone, that should convince her. Though it was going to be hard to hide the tear stains and puffy red eyes.

"Hey!" A voice called out from behind her and she felt her plan crumble. She slammed her locker and swirled around, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She was done with these two, but no matter how much courage she tried to summon up, she just couldn't manage to say anything but a stutter to the two girls.

"W-What do you want n-now?" She mumbled, her voice wobbly; she wished she didn't look and sound so weak, she'd cried thinking she was alone but she wasn't. She could see one of the girls was holding her journal.

"How pathetic, the whole class hates you. I bet even Toni was disgusted!" One sneered. The other one glared.

"You were going to try to tell the teacher weren't you?" She walked closer to (F/N); they were breathing the same air and (F/N) could smell her strong perfume even more now. "You should know that'll get you even more in trouble."

Before (F/N) could comprehend what she was saying, she was slammed back into the locker with a hard slam and pain ran up her spine to her head. Then one of the girls—she had no idea which because her eyes were closed tight to try to ignore the pain—kicked her in the side. She sunk to the floor and just bit down on her lip, waiting for the barrage of kicks, slaps and punches to be over. She thought maybe she'd lose consciousness, but all the kicks suddenly stopped.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" (F/N) recognised the accented voice instantly and felt dread take over her mind. She cracked an eye open and looked up slightly through her arms that she'd tried to use as a shield. Antonio looked mad, and she could tell who he was mad at. Probably her; the two girls were right, he probably hated her. He was mad at her. The girls quickly ran up to Antonio, tossing the journal on the floor next to (F/N).

"Don't worry we were just putting her in her place!" They smiled almost too sweetly with a hint of pride on their voices. For a minute, (F/N) thought he might back her up and tell them to stop, but he hated her, right?

"Yeah, whatever, just get back to class." (F/N)'s heart dropped. She shouldn't be disappointed that he didn't defend her, but she still felt the pain nonetheless. The two girls laughed as they cleared off and once they were around the corridor, Antonio approached (F/N) who was still in a crumpled mess on the floor. Her body shook lightly as tears trickled down her face. He knelt down next to her, completely unsure of what to do.

"Chica! Are you okay?" It was a stupid question. Of course, she wasn't okay, she'd just had all her secrets from her journal revealed to the whole class then had been cornered and beaten up by the same girls who'd humiliated her. He didn't get an answer except for the sobs from the poor girl.

"(F/-" Before he could finish even the girl's name, she climbed to her feet, weakly trying to shove Antonio backwards, and ran away. She ran down the corridor, eventually disappearing around the corner.

Antonio climbed back up to his feet and brushed off his clothes. He had the chance to try talk to her and she'd slipped through his fingers. And he was angry, not at her, at himself. He didn't try to defend her and couldn't help her. Now he'd just wait for her to get back to school. He noticed her journal was on the floor, she'd forgotten it in her haste to leave.

Her tears were one thing to hide, but the bruises were going to be a hell of a lot harder.

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Annoying bitches are annoying

Sorry, I'm so mean to you reader-Chan! I swear it'll get better and happier once Toni gets over himself ;;-;;
Isn't it so mocking how he's smiling in the picture above? Please favourite if you enjoyed and I'll try upload soon!

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