Possible trigger warning !

It was cold and dark, understandably considering it was after 9pm. Margaret hadn't planned on being at the school as late as it was and did not have any jacket. She wanted to get back to her car as quickly as possible and turn the heat up full.

She moved through the halls quickly after walking away from Eddie. She'd thought, as brief a thought as it may have been, that they could get on, that all this challenging each other was unnecessary. Clearly that was not the case. She knew she was angrier than she should've been, but, she had only offered him a lift home which he rudely declined.

Of course she wasn't aware that he'd mainly declined because he did not want her to see his living situation, unknowing that hers was now exactly the same.

She shivered more the closer to the exit she got, however this meant she was closer to her car, so she could deal.

Her hands pushed on the cold metal bar of the main door, which made a surprising quiet noise. Nothing as loud as she'd expected from a large glass door.

She could hear someone from her left as she made her way up the stairs, she'd assumed it was Eddie, who else would even be here, "hey!" A man's voice yelled from behind her.

"What do you want Edward?!" She didn't even look back as she spoke, a hand snatched her arm pulling her backwards, luckily she'd only been about 4 small stairs up and managed to regain her balance as her feet fell back to the ground below them, "what the hel- Thomas?" She began to tell, believing it was Eddie she was talking to, realising it was not him, it was one of the last people she wanted to see, and he looked majorly irritated.

"Edward? You thought I was that freak Munson?" His tone proved her thoughts to be correct, he was not happy, she didn't know if it was just because of her slip up or something else entirely.

She shook her head, stopping soon after she'd started knowing there was no way she could deny this, she had indeed thought he was Eddie.

He gripped tighter around her bare arm, yanking her toward him so forcefully that her body crashed into his for a moment. She gave him a worried look, what was he doing?

"I need to head home now Thomas" she looked down at his hand as she spoke hoping he would release his grip on her, this was not what happened, in fact, he only gripped tighter making her wince slightly as it now hurt, "you're hurting me" she'd hoped that would help.

"Were you with him?" His face was now a shade of red, she blinked rapidly, now genuinely concerned about what was about to happen.

Eddie made his way towards the front doors, stopping abruptly when he heard their voices. Was she with who? And was that Thomas? Was this girl serious?, she'd spend the night being somewhat decent for the first time in a long time meanwhile her bitch boy waited outside for her.

"What?" Eddies brows creased slightly when he realised she didn't sound like herself, she wasn't confident as she spoke. He shuffled quietly closer the the door, hiding around the side so neither of them could see him peaking through the glass at them.

"You heard me, were you with freak show Munson?" Eddie always knew he was a freak, an outcast but, the idea of her agreeing to this before she even had made his stomach fall.

Although that soon stopped when her words surprised him, "don't call him that" she was defending him.

"I'll ignore that for now" Thomas sounded super pissed, Eddie had thought, "You know what happens with those people Margaret, you hang with the freaks you become one" Eddie couldn't argue with that, being freaky was his thing, Margaret on the other hand, her thing was being the pretty popular girl, "I'll ask one more time, were you with him?"

Why was Tommy James so concerned as to her whereabouts and if she was with Eddie or not?

"So what if I was?" There was the confidence Eddie reluctantly enjoyed so much. He heard a dark laugh coming from the guy just outside the door from him, "now let me go" this concerned Eddie, let her go? What the hell was he doing to her?

"Whores don't get what they want" Thomas sounded spiteful. Margaret looked up at him, losing every ounce of confidence she'd just regained, he was going to hurt her. She tried to pull away from him something he wouldn't allow, pushing her back against the glass door behind them, the door two along from where Eddie stood meaning he seen clear as day as Margaret's head battered off the glass with Thomas hanging over her.

Eddie was the last person for confrontation, in fact he should run, he should walk away and leave her to deal with her own mess.

"Please" he heard her begs, something kicked into gear and he couldn't leave her, he dropped his bag and pushed the door open with a great force grabbing the attention of both Margaret and Thomas instantly.

"Here's your boyfriend now" Thomas laughed forcing her back against the door again as he let her go, "coming to save yo-" he didn't quite finish what he'd intended on saying with Eddies fist connecting to his nose, blood instantly splattering out.

Margaret stood in disbelief, had he hit her on the head that hard?

Eddie Munson just punched Thomas James in her defence and he wasn't stopping there.

"Apologise to the lady" Margaret had never seen Eddie this way, his jaw was locked with one hand balled into a tight fist, rings covered in the red liquid that had leaked from Thomas' nose, the other hand holding him up by his collar. Eddies words were cold. She'd never heard him like this, even with all the irritating things she had done to get under his skin, he'd never reacted this way. He was a runner not a fighter.

Thomas stumbled back upward with the help of Eddie yanking him upward. His fist making contact with Eddies jaw, his punch was surprisingly less forceful as Eddies had been. Eddies head still thumping to the side, Eddie let go of him, lifting that hand to his lip which had been burst, he laughed. A genuine psychotic laugh making Thomas question himself.

"Stop, seriously" Margaret stood forward finally, neither of them looking at her, blood dripping down Eddies lip, "leave" her tone was harsh and her arms were crossed.

"Yea freak, leave!" Thomas stepped back, smiling as he did.

"I wasn't talking to Eddie, I was talking to you." Her heart was pounding in her chest, she knew this would get back to every one of her friends, she'd contemplated leaving them both here, but she knew that Thomas would've dramatised everything anyway, not to mention the small feeling of wanting to help Eddie the way he'd just helped her.

"If I walk away I will never let you live this down, you hear me?"

"You left school last year and yet here you are hanging around your old school because you can't find a job, because you're a lost cause Thomas" she had never been this mean before, "tell whoever you want, I don't give a shit" something had came over her and she was fed up, she was fed up with Thomas, Jason, popularity and most importantly the fact her parents wanted this for her, she didn't. She really didn't want this at all.

Thomas let out a huff before turning away while shaking his head leaving the two stood there.

Margaret's eyes briefly met Eddies who's pupils were dilated and face the picture of confusion, he looked as if he had something to say but never spoke. Margaret began to feel it was getting awkward staring into the eyes of someone who didn't like her at all. Her eyes landed on Eddies bag which was still on the floor. She moved to the side picking the bag up and putting it over her shoulder "come on".

"What?"

"Now Edward, I will not take no for an answer" he'd noticed it was back to Edward, but he'd been hanging onto the fact she'd called him Eddie to Thomas. "Seriously, move"

He did as he was told and followed her to her car, immediately regretting his actions when he started directing her to the shitty little caravan he lived in but she'd insisted she would take him home and clean him up.

"Okay turn right" Eddie muttered knowing this right would take her into the caravan park, shattering her imagine of him which he strangely didn't want. He watched as her hand lay on the gear stick switching gears before turning in, "if you drive down there you'll get to my place" he pointed to the grassy hill. She didn't turn that way, "where are you going?"

She didn't answer him and kept driving. In her head she kept repeating am I really going to do this? Eddie either lived in this same park, which she wouldn't have believed had she not seen him earlier, or he he found out where she stayed and was teasing her. Though, considering he was diverting her away from his own place that option was doubtful.

She pulled up in front of one of the bigger slightly less battered looking caravans at the back of the site. He continued questioning her and telling her she was at the wrong place, again she ignored him getting out the car and closing the door, he followed suit watching as she locked it, pulling a different key round and making her way to the caravan door, his face screwed up, what the hell was going on? Was this some kind of sick joke?

The door opened with the key she had and she walked in. He stayed outside.

After around a minute while she dropped her guitar and bag in she stuck her head back out, "hurry up and get in" she looked up at the sky, it was nearly 10 and it was dark.

He swallowed harshly, making his way toward her and in the random caravan, she closed the door quickly behind him, locking it.

"Are you going to murder me?" He smirked sitting himself down on the grey couch, running his hands over it.

"First of all, get your blood covered hand off my couch" she tutted walking into her kitchen area to grab a bottle of water from her stocked fridge. "Second of all, I'd love to, but" she paused walking over and handing him the bottle, "you'd enjoy it too much" she smiled innocently down to him.

His hand briefly touching hers as he took the bottle, her skin was soft and warm.

She pulled her hand away quickly grabbing something from the cupboard to the side of her sofa, a first aid kit.

She was being serious about cleaning him up.

She grabbed her cassette player from what he guessed to be the bedroom, and propped it up on the table in front of where Eddie sat, the table that reached his knees.

Pressing the red button and the music began blaring out, hanging on the telephone by Blondie. Eddies eyes rolled instinctively, without thinking.

Blondie? Really.

It was surprising of course, he'd taken her as more or a Madonna girl but Blondie was still not for him. Not even a little bit.

She stepped in front of him squeezing between his knees and the table, sitting down on the very edge of the wooden table, her legs between his own. It felt oddly intimate. His eyes followed her every move, as she opened the green box and pulled a few things out.

"So who's caravan have you hijacked?" He laughed trying to make any form of conversation.

"I didn't hijack anything" she paused grabbing a few antiseptic wipes from the packet, "it's mine" she murmured under her breath.

He laughed obnoxiously until he realised she was indeed telling the truth, "shit sorry, I thought-"

"Forget about it, it's a long story and I'm not getting into it with you" her words were bitter, she was in a bad mood, understandably. Her fingers clasped around his jaw pulling his face toward her, "this'll sting".