"Get out you little brown fucking machine! You never have belonged here," Ivy screamed in a furious manner.

Just like bitter sound of the crackling fire, burning the hopes of a thirteen year old girl. Valerie felt a rough pull on her raven black hair. The top of her head felt sore, from the stones thrown on her. It was too agonizing for her to cry. Poor Valerie couldn't see but she could hear the evil laughs of her bullies. Ivy spit in Valerie's face which was followed by the two other girls with her; Hannah and Jessica.

"Hey!" a male voice shouted from afar.

The pain eased after Ivy let go of Valerie's hair. Her feeble body laid dead on the green grass. It amazed her how the grass around her could stay healthy with her laying on it. She wrapped herself into a curled ball, feeling a bit faint.

"Why are you trying to save this low life. . .that-that bitch!"

"Bullshit. You think she's a bitch? I'm talking to one right one,"

"Why the hell are you on her side?! I thought we had something you fucking dickhead!"

Valerie heard a loud slap then feet rushed away, slowly fading. She felt so eager to sleep, but she felt unprotected sleeping in a open field. Somebody lifted her from the hard itchy ground. She didn't care who it was, she just wanted to rest her eyes. A few minutes later, Valerie instantly fell asleep, once she stopped fighting the urge to fall asleep.

A few hours later, Valerie slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to observe her surroundings. As usual, lunchtime was always the best time to bully Valerie, according to Ivy and her mini gang. The sun was slowly setting and Valerie was planning on getting home as early possible.

Beside her there sat s a boy with soft golden hair and emeralds for his eyes. She was laying on one of the beds in the schools office. It was such a plain room; sky blue walls and white bed aligned beside each other. They were the only two people in the room. He hadn't realized she was no awake. He seem to be lost in thought. On the other hand, valerie attempted on saying something, but no words came in mind on what to say. Her restless eyes just wondered around the room but fell upon the boy when he suddenly held her hand. A soft tingle ran through her sore body. Suddenly Valerie felt angered, wanting to tell him not to pity her. It's normal for her to end up in the nurse's office, the result from getting bullied everyday. Using her free hand, she firmly slapped his hand away.

"Are you. . .alright?" he hesitated to find the right words, shocked at Valerie's sudden reaction.

"Am I your next target? Is that why you're giving me the nice treatment? Just because you're a filthy rich asshole, doesn't mean a small person like me can be your toy," Valerie sneered at him.

Matthew Quinnster is apparently the school's first honor and one of the popular jocks. According to Valerie, everyone's smiles at school were disgusting and fake. Not relevant to the situation, Valerie has a soft spot for boys with deep dimples. She noticed Matthew had a dimple on his right cheek, but it wasn't deep.

"Damn, your accent is cute," he said, astoundly.

Matthew earned a glare from Valerie. She always kept her mouth shut because every time she opened it, someone would always comment about her accent. Valerie spent her childhood growing up in London but moved to California when her parents divorced. Confirming, she had the British accent everyone seem to adore in the States.

Composing his posture, Matthew searched on what to say next. "So much for the first impression. When I thought of you speaking to me, I didn't imagine that would be the first thing you'd say. And didn't expect how cute you'd sound," keeping a neutral, showing no trace of any weakness.

He whispered the last sentence hoping to buy Valerie with a compliment. Having a terrible past, Valerie knew what game he was playing and she was sick of it.

'I need to befriend her,' Matthew mused.

"Why?" Valerie questioned, interrupting Matthew's thoughts. "You think I'll be like one of those bitches? Sending you love letters and seducing you?" she laughed bitterly. "You're hilarious."

'This is going to be a challenge,' he sighed. "I didn't mean it in that way. I thought you'd be nicer since I saved you back there."

"Oh, really?" she scoffed, "Then where you the many other times those girls were hitting the crap out of me? For you information, this isn't the first time they came after me."

Matthew felt guilty inside and kept his head low, staying silent. 'Please shut up'

"You're just like the rest of those bitches. Fake and blind. You assholes put such an angelic act but inside you satins fucking devils!" she growled.

'You don't know me.' At that moment something snapped in Matthew. "What the hell do you know about me?" raising from his seat.

Valerie flinched at his sudden outburst, 'Whoa, didn't see that coming. You're full of surprises aren't you Matthew?'

"You know nothing about me! I'm lonely as fuck as you are! I may be flirty rich-"

"What the heck?" Valerie laughed, "You said flirty rich! Good job!"

"Y-you know what I mean," he mumbled, in an embarrassing manner. 'Yeah, good job Matthew! You messed up big time!'

Matthew took a deep breath, "I may be filthy rich being the son of a computer hardware engineer, but I also have feelings."

Valerie brusted into tears, "Why the fuck would I care?"

"You're impossible," Matthew said, being frank, "I can't really stay mad at you, with that accent of yours."

Valerie stayed silent, annoying rolling her eyes. 'Please stop concentrating on my accent.'

She had enough and wanted to escape from this room. She lifted her sore body from the cloud-like bed. After Valerie tied the laces of her Nike shoes, she walked towards the exit. Her head was throbbing, making it hard to walk, but she was able to make it out the exit.

"Well, I'll see you at the zoo," she waved before she left.

"Why?" he questioned, curiously.

She stopped in her tracks. 'Because I'll throw you into a lion's cage and laugh as they eat you up. Whoa, dark thought Valerie. Maybe throw you into a monkey's cage, I don't know.' She didn't reply and just left the room.

She replayed the scene in her head a few times. It was normal for Valerie to act so cold. She always wonder what other horrible comments she should have said. At first glance, Valerie knew Matthew wasn't the type of person she should concern herself with, but she still felt ticked off. She took her head, trying to push those thoughts away. Valerie rushed to her last class before lunch; math. 'I hope nobody locked the door to the classroom.' Luckily, no one had. Valerie slapped her forehead, forgetting it was her job to lock the door before school ends. She was unsure why Ms.Chloe chose her to lock the door, since she was her most 'untrustworthy' student in her class. Usually Ms.Chloe would choose either Ivy, surprisingly, an A+ student in math, and Matthew, every teacher's "perfect" pet.

Walking inside, Valerie realized she wasn't the only person in the room. There was a couple making out on a desk at the farest corner of the classroom. It took awhile for her to notice since the room was pitch black aside from the moon's light. The disturbing sounds stopped and the bold couple finally realized someone was crashing their party.'Eww,' was Valerie's first reaction. At this school, high school and middle school was combined. Seventh and eighth graders were often bullied, but Valerie was one of the main targets.

Valerie's mom was a international wedding designer but they weren't rich as people imagine they would be. 'It's ridiculous how the only Catholic School around here is more than fifty miles away. This is what I have to deal with everyday' Valerie groaned.

"Eww, just gross. I really wouldn't like to share my saliva with anyone. That guy could be on drugs for all you know," Valerie scrunched her nose.

The couple shared a few words. The guy suddenly decided to walk towards Valerie with no shirt, making Valerie gag. She already knew who he was since cheerleads wrote his name all over bathroom walls; Lance Lovett. "Thank the Lord you guys didn't get far. Please have your make out session somewhere else outside school," Valerie shook her head, ashamed.

Lance snickered. "Well Valerie, since we haven't quite finished our 'make out session'. Would you care to help what Cassandra and I started? Your voice will sound beautiful as we ride, I promise," Lance whispered in a husky voice. 'Men and my accent, this is unbelievable,' Valerie thought but she didn't dare say so. She could hear the lust laced in his voice and it was troubling her.

"Lance, hurry up over there!" Cassandra demanded.

"Be patient Princess, we might have another toy to play with," he answered.

Valerie on the other hand, could picture the couple making out on the streets.

"Your Lance Lovett, the dark and handsome prince," Valerie faked a smile.

"Yes Valerie," agreed Lance, pleasing himself.

"I always wondered why they call you the dark and handsome prince."

"Now you know. I mean look at this body," gesturing to his six pack.

'I don't fucking want your pack. I want chicken nuggets! Food is life sweetie and please drop that cocky act, ' Valerie wanted to say. "No. You're called dark and handsome prince, because when it's dark, you're handsome," Valerie retorts, quickly grabbing her bag from her assigned seat.

Lance just stood in his spot, boiling with rage. While talking to Lance, Valerie she came to the conclusion they weren't going to leave.

She thought she would give them a life lesson or detention. "Hope you enjoy your session!" she warmly waved.

'Didn't she just say to NOT make out in the classroom?What is this girl planning on doing?' Lance asked himself, puzzled.

As she almost made it past the door, when he decided to pull her back in. Lance felt he was wasting enough time talking to Valerie instead of getting down to 'business' with Cassandra, but he wanted to make something perfectly clear to her.

"I'll let you go only this time, because my Princess is patiently waiting. Next time, I won't let you go so easily. I'll devour you," he whispered in her ear. Lance caught a glance at Valerie's sickening face, before he lightly pushed her out of the classroom and shut the door behind him. 'I'm joking Valerie. I just wanted to see your reaction. I would never force any of my angels to have it with me, but I know you'll be asking,' he wanted to say, but decided to push those thoughts away. 'She would never ask, you're just hoping Lance,' he signed.

Valerie smirked once she found herself outside the room. She grabbed the key from the front pocket of her backpack, where she found the key. It was a rule at her school; to not sleep at the school overnight especially when you're with the opposite gender. According to Valerie, this school established numerous of stupid rules that hardly any of them are ever broken. Late assignments is reasonable but having one that states, 'there must be more than two people in a classroom, including the teacher.' There's even cameras in the janitor room and sound detectors in the classrooms and bathrooms. 'I would love to use the bathroom in private. Shall I tell you the definition of 'private? Well, now I taught those two a lesson. It should be a crime to make out in front of innocent eyes.' Valerie smiled, pleased she was finally heading towards the school gate. If someone else tries to ruin her happy mood, she isn't responsible for anyone's death, including Matthew and Lance.

She clutched onto her bag, afraid to take another step. Shaking, she took her phone out and dialed her moms phone. 'I hate the night and the things that crawl during this time.'