Evan's p.o.v.
"Okay class, this is your final day to work on this in school so get going, I'll be right back." Mrs. Kwee said. I had an earbud in one ear so I could still hear the teacher. I wasn't paying attention though. I mean you can't focus when you're listening to Andy Biersack with his voice booming through your fragile ears, but I don't care because it's Andy Biersack, singing Beautiful Remains. I know I should focus, but I mean, Black Veil Brides inspired me to write my own songs. This is my third one, it's called Bury Me Alive and it's a work in progress. I'm almost done with the project. I'm just not telling my partners that. My earbud was yanked out of my ear.
Looking up, I saw none other than Riker. "What are you listening to?" He asked and without waiting for an answer, he grabbed my phone.
"Hey!" I got up and reached for it but it was no use. He held it above his head and any time I got closer to it, he just raised it higher. I sat back down, defeated and crossed my arms over my chest, letting out a sigh.
He put an earbud in his ear. "Ugh!" He groaned in disgust. "What is this shit? My friends and I make way better music than this untalented fuck!" He then pulled the earbud out.
I had to try very, very hard to ignore his comment. It's fine if you don't like the music I do, but don't shit on it. Instead, I simply said, "None of your business. Where are your idiot friends?" I asked.
"Not here." He answered simply. "Now, you get to work on the project and if not, we're gonna have seriously big problems." He said as he sat next to me, kicking his legs up onto the desk.
That last statement sounded familiar. "Umm, I don't think so." I replied, shaking off the other thought.
He glared at me and then said, "What did you say?"
"I'm not doing this by myself and letting you losers take credit." I stated firmly.
He nodded his slowly and almost sarcastically. "I'd rethink that if I were you." He told me with a brow raised.
Before I could say anything, Mrs. Kwee walked back in. I suppose the timing was for the best, seeing as I never know how to keep my mouth shut. "Everyone back to their seats." She ordered. That's when Riker glared at me before standing and walking back to his desk. Mrs. Kwee rambled a bit about how the project is a huge part of our grade. I watched the clock and when the bell was about to ring, I got up the courage and went over to him with my backpack over my shoulder. Luckily the bell was about to ring. "This is what we're doing. We're going to meet at the library at two and if you're not there with your idiot friends, we're-" I started as I pointed between the both of us. "-We're gonna have problems. So don't be late." I said just in time. The bell rang and everyone ran out of the room. I was quick to walk away and follow the crowd leaving the room. Woah, baby! I can't believe I did that. As I was enjoying my victory, I was quick to fall on my face. I looked back to see Ross, who had tripped me. He had an evil smile planted on his face. I growled to myself as I got up and watched Ross walk the other way with a stupid smirk on his face. Since school was over, I didn't want to get on the bus with any asshole, so I pulled out my phone and called Michael. "Hey, Mikey. Can you pick me up please?"
"I wish I could, but I'm really busy, Babe. Ask one of your brothers." He said.
"Thanks anyway." I said and hung up. Well, I'm not calling Devon. Todd, Drake, and Seth can't drive. I guess I have to call Jordan. I called him and he answered after quite a few rings. "Hey, Jordan. Can you please pick me up, please!" I asked.
"Are you kidding?" He asked with a snappy tone. "Why didn't you get on the bus?"
"I didn't want to." I answered. I could walk home but I need to get to the library. It's why I was hoping Michael would pick me up. Plus he wouldn't throw a bitch fit.
"Did you ask Michael?" He asked. His tone was still snappy.
"He told me to ask you." I told him.
"Devon?" He questioned.
"You know Devon hates me." I reminded.
Jordan chuckled a bit, "I don't like you either."
"Jordan!" I whined. "You're wasting time!" Yeah, my time. "I'll tell Michael you left me here." I threatened.
"Fine." He finally caved. "I have to make a stop then I'll be there. Give me like fifty minutes." He said before hanging up.
Now the only problem is he's not gonna be here till 1:52 and it's 1:02. Oh, joy. I plugged my earbuds into my phone and sat against the brick wall listening to Just Like You by Falling In Reverse. It was pretty sunny out, but not for long. Four shadows surrounded me. I looked up to see Riker, Rocky, Ross, and Ratliff, all arms crossed over their chests. I pulled my earbuds out and rolled my eyes. "Can I help you?" I asked. Rocky pulled me up by my shirt and pushed me into the brick wall. He then pinned my arms above my head. "Let me go!" I yelled.
"So, you said we were gonna have problems if we were late, but what if you're late?" Ross said.
"I won't be! Now leave me alone." I said and tried prying Rocky's hands off my shirt.
"You know, it's funny. You talk a big game, but really you're just a worthless fuck." Rocky seethed. I could feel his warm breath on my face.
"I have an idea." Ratliff chimed in. They all looked at him as did I. Ratliff walked over to Riker and whispered in his ear.
Riker's mouth was originally pressed into a line, but then turned upwards and his eyes grew evil. "Good idea." He said out loud. "Let her go." He commanded.
"What!?" Both Ross and Rocky.
"You heard me." Riker said. "Come on, we don't want to be late." He mocked and looked at me.
I growled lowly as Rocky let go of me. He couldn't just simply let me go. No, he just had to shove me roughly to the ground. I waited until they left to position myself upward. "Assholes." I grumbled to myself. While I waited for Jordan to get here, I worked on homework and actually got a lot done. A white, box-like vehicle soon pulled up and I stood after putting away my school stuff. I got in and he headed to our house before I could even buckle. He took Devon's stupid white van. I hate this car. We were in silence until I looked at the time display on the screen. It was 2:01 and I was supposed to be there at two. "Shit!" I exclaimed. Not that I even remembered to tell him to drop me off. I don't even know how I managed to forget. It was my stupid idea!
Jordan swerved a little at the suddenness. "What!?" He asked in an angry tone.
"Drop me off at the library!" I shouted.
"No. Why?" He said.
"Just do it!" I said.
"Evan, the library is in the opposite direction!" He growled.
"Just fucking do it." I growled back. With an eye roll and a sigh, he turned around and dropped me off at the library. He was quick to drive off. I went around back, trying to get in the back door so that maybe by some miracle, I could get in without them noticing and then come up with an excuse, but I failed drastically.
"Well, Wolfy, you were late." Ratliff said as he grabbed me from behind.
I was so close to the door too. I sighed. "Stop calling me Wolfy-" Before I could finish my sentence a sharp sting hit my cheek. A feeling I'm all too familiar with.
"You do not talk back." Rocky said. It was always him who slapped me across the face.
"Watch me!" I somewhat shouted. I would have followed through with shouting, but my voice threatened to give out.
"Oh, really?" Ross questioned.
"Yeah-" The following thing I felt was a shooting pain in my stomach, knocking the wind right out of me. I kind of dropped down, trying to apply pressure to my stomach, but it was no use considering Ratliff was holding my arms back. I didn't even fall, he held me up.
"You gonna talk back now?" Asked Riker. The pain was too much that I couldn't even speak.
"Going to answer?" Rocky asked. Still, I couldn't speak. As soon as I inhaled, another shooting pain hit right below my chest. Ratliff had let go and went as far as to push me to the ground. I instantly grabbed my stomach and groaned. Hoping the pressure would help, but to no avail.
3rd person p.o.v.
Evan was practically gasping for air. Going to the back of the library wasn't the best idea. Even showing up at all was a death sentence. Rocky picked her up and pushed her against the building. She groaned at the harsh contact. He threw a punch that in no time came in contact with her jaw. Then he continued, throwing one after another. He hit her eye, managed to bust her lip with the ring he was wearing, and left her swelling and beginning to bruise. At this point, Rocky backed off, but not of course before calling her a bitch. Ross came up to her as she began to slowly slide down the wall. He grabbed her shirt and held her up throwing a punch, coming directly in contact with her cheek, then adding a blow to her stomach. Ross smirked at what he had done and backed up to where the boys were smoking and he joined them in lighting up a cigarette and inhaling the dangerous chemical. As the boys did their thing. Evan fell to the ground, resting her back on the wall. She could feel something drip from her nose onto her upper lip and eventually drop to the ground. She saw a bit of the deep red liquid fall. Too much to just be from her nose. She felt her lip and of course, it was also bleeding. All she could do was stare up at them and wonder how she got to this point in her life. "Look how pathetic you look." Ross commented before taking another drag. "All beaten up and broken." He snickered as the smoke trailed off his lips. Evan sighed defeated and went to get up, but failed especially when Riker kicked her. She let out a loud yelp and almost cried. She refused to let them see her tears.
"Hey guys, we should put these out." Ratliff said, holding his cigarette up as if inspecting it. They all looked at each other as if thinking the same thing. Riker was quick to bend down to Evan and pull her shirt up. Before she could fight them, not that she had the strength, they all took their cigarette and dug them into Evan's sides, above her hips.
Evan screamed in pain and they just laughed. Evan started to speak, well, tried to, "Le-Leave-" But couldn't finish her sentence because she started coughing and soon blood spit out. Ratliff kicked her in the side where they burned their cigarettes and it caused her to spit up more blood when she tried to scream. Mostly it was blood that pooled in her mouth because of the blows to her face
"Aww, poor baby." Rocky said in a baby voice. While she was still down, they kept kicking her and continued to the point she was gasping and slowly crawling in an attempt to gather oxygen in her lungs.
Ratliff's phone went off once, signaling he had a message. "Guys, we have to go." Ratliff said before slipping his phone in his pocket. He walked off but not without a final kick. Rocky after doing his final kick went with Ratliff. Whereas Riker and Ross were ending the conversation.
"Are you gonna tell someone?" Ross asked. All Evan could do was slowly shake her head. "Good bitch." Ross said before kicking her and then walking off.
Riker and Evan were left there. Riker stayed kneeled down next to her head and grabbed a fist full of her hair. "You get to finish the project and if you don't, well..." Riker let go and stood up kicking her in the chest and walking off. Evan was a mess, but what more would you expect? Her cheek was black and blue, her sides were badly colored, her lip was busted, her nose was bleeding badly, and four cigarette marks on her sides above her hips. Two on each side. The point being, she couldn't even move.
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