Part 1/4
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Requested by:
@AshleyKeel3
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I'm so lazy it isn't even funnnnnny
Calum:
You were not known for having a patient and calm personality. Quite the opposite in fact, you had the tendency to ride the waves of your own emotions which often got you in trouble as you were a very hot-headed and passionate individual. If someone called you out for having a pimple, you didn't have a little voice in the back of your head going, "now wait a minute Y/N, maybe telling them that their face used to be so oily it could be mistaken for a cheap pizza." You just called them a cheap pizza, and then promptly got into trouble for it.
Your counselor said that your prefrontal cortex that gave you the ability to make decisions not based on emotion was underdeveloped and that it wasn't completely your fault. Your Mum just told you to cut it out, and Calum would do his very best to scold you and not praise your Hood sassiness. He often let a proud smile slip though, and you knew that he didn't really mind when you talked back to your peers who really did have it coming.
Well your little verbal confrontations were about to get you into much bigger trouble. One that you couldn't talk your way out of. It started when you saw one of the other kids in your grade, a smaller, more quiet girl named Y/F/N being absolutely tormented by the school's bully.
You were standing at your locker just minding your own business, trading out your books for the ones you'd need for your next class. Y/F/N's locker was a few down from you, so you noticed when she sprinted down and began to furiously spin the dial on her combination lock. Her panicked and rushed behavior puzzled you as there was seemingly nothing to make her act that way, it was only the very beginning of passing time, and you knew that she was in your next hour only a few doors down.
You hadn't really spoken to the girl in the past, but when you saw her hands tremble, and that she looked over her shoulder trying to spot someone, that something was wrong.
So you cleared your throat and asked, "are you okay?"
She jumped a little and furrowed her eyebrows. When she realized that it was you that had spoken to her, her neck snapped over and she flushed. "I- I'm fine, thank you," she forced out a smile and then tried to turn back to her locker.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" You gestured to her locker that was still shut despite her best efforts.
Her eyes widened in surprise at the offer and her mouth dropped open a little. "You'd help me?" She asked, confusion lacing her voice.
"Yeah, I mean I it looks like you're having trouble," you closed your own locker and walked over to hers, "you'll have to tell me your combination though."
She shrugged, "nothing worth stealing in there, 10-18-23," she recited them and you expertly twisted the dial back and forth to the numbers.
"Here we go!" You giggled and held up your crossed fingers as you moved down and tried the latch. It popped right open.
"Oh thank you!" She unexpectedly surged forward and wrapped her arms around your waist.
You froze at first, but then just decided to go along with it. Yeah, you didn't really know her, but you knew hugs and those were nice.
"You're welcome," you gave her a quick squeeze back and then stepped back.
She looked far more at ease now, you wrote off her initial haste as anxiety that she wouldn't be able to get the locker open in time.
Figuring that she was fine now, you stepped back into the flow of people and toward your next hour. You strolled lazily into history class, you were just going to watch a movie that day as the class had just concluded a rather labor-intensive project. You walked in to take your seat, somehow you were the first kid in the room.
"Y/N," your history teacher looked up, "can you do me a favor and run these papers down to the office? The servers are down again."
You were cool with that, "yeah sure," you walked back up and took the stack of papers and the pass that would allow you to come back when passing time was over.
You left your stuff on your chair and darted back out the door. In order to get back to the main office, you'd have to pass the hallway that contained both your locker, and Y/F/N's locker. You looked over to see if she had successfully traded out her things, and you were instead confronted with Y/F/N cowering against her locker like a scared puppy while another girl looked over her.
Well that didn't look right. You had developed a kind of soft spot for Y/F/N in the short interaction you had had, and when you saw her white as a sheet and furiously trying to get away from another girl, you felt some anger begin to bubble up.
"Hey!" You decided that the office run could wait, "What's going on over here?" You quickly made your way over to the locker to see that one of the largest bullies in your grade was the one who had been scaring Y/F/N. There was no love lost between the two of you, in fact she was pizza face herself. That only made your face flush a little redder and your fists clench at your sides. She was going down.
"This is none of your business Hood," greasy face sneered, "why don't you run along and go do whatever the teacher asked?"
"Hmmm," you tapped your finger to your chin in pseudo-contemplation, "well Y/F/N here is my friend, and you're a bitch, soooo I think that I'll stay right here and tell you to piss off," you ended, keeping your tone sweet and even.
Well that really didn't sit well with Y/E/N as her nostrils flared rather unattractively and she let out a dry chuckle. "Y/F/N here is a pathetic waste of space who doesn't have friends, and you don't know what you're messing with," she spat, like you were scared of her.
You found this genuinely funny, so you let out a loud laugh. A very long laugh that made your stomach hurt and your eyes well up with tears. This girl thought that she could beat you? Hysterical.
Your loud laughter along with Y/E/N's aggressive demeanor drew in a crowd of your peers, they were whispering amongst themselves as they formed a tight ring. You know what that meant, they were anticipating a fight. That point was the point of no return. After there was a ring of kids chanting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" A fight never failed to occur. You were no exception to this rule and you knew it, you were just totally ready to show Y/E/N what she was up against.
"I don't know why you're laughing, the fact that your only friend is a loser just means that you're an even bigger one," she yelled. The crowd was so hyped that they let out an, "ooooo," even though that was a truly terrible attempt at smack talk.
"I don't know why you think that I'm a friendless loser when I actually sit at a lunch table with people at it," you smirked, feeding of the for more enthusiastic reaction of the crowd. "Plus, you're the one chasing people down and harassing them, you clearly have too much time on your hands. I really think it would do you good if you got, oh I don't know, a life?" You suggested, again getting a large reaction.
"Oh that's it," Y/E/N ripped off her sweatshirt and threw it at some unlucky dude standing in the front.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" And then the chanting started.
"I'm soooo scared," you rolled your eyes. She clearly had no idea what she was doing, she hadn't even taken her hooped earrings out. And in a girl fight, you always take out your earrings.
You waited until someone with some sense pulled Y/F/N out of the edge of the circle before you cracked your neck and stepped forward.
She charged at you right away. You had to hold in a chuckle as you darted out of the way and let her run into whoever was standing behind you.
"You'll really have to do better than that," you tsked as she rubbed her head where it had bumped the other person's and turned around. Everyone but the other injured person and Y/E/N laughed along with you.
"Shut up!" She seethed, this time stepping forward in your direction.
You stood there smirking as she walked closer and closer, as soon as you were in her reach you sprang into action. Now you had watched enough fights to know that if you could get someone to the ground, then you were winning.
With a well placed kick to her jaw she fell back onto her butt and groaned. The students surrounding you let out whoops and, "HELL YESS!" Along with, "HOOD'S A BADASS!"
You didn't have the heart to tell them that you had perfected that move while working on your Luke impression. He had some pretty amazing onstage kicks.
When you looked back down to Y/E/N she had blood streaming out of her nose where, presumably, your foot had caught her face.
She glared at you as she pulled a hand up and wiped the blood away. When she saw the crimson liquid staining her hands, something snapped.
"AUGHHHHH!" She let out a kind of a war cry as she launched herself up and tackled you out of nowhere.
You hadn't even properly realized that you were on the ground when she sat on your chest and started hitting you. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it back, and then holding your head in place, she socked you in the face.
"OOOOOO!" There was a noise of sympathy, or at least you hoped it was sympathy.
Well nothing makes you more aware of your surroundings like a healthy dose of pain. So as your left cheek lit up, so did you.
"OH NO YOU DIDN'T!" Luckily for you, being the youngest, your older siblings had often pinned you down in the past, using their size advantage to keep you down. Well Y/E/N wasn't much bigger than you, so it was simple enough for you to buck her up off of you.
This time it was her that was surprised and you that could go in for the attack. And attack you did. While she stumbled around on her feet you grabbed her hair and yanked on it. She screamed and a rather sizable chunk came off and stayed in your grip. Her person was pulled forward by the force and she face planted on the lockers. That had to hurt.
"YES! GO GO GO!" It seemed as though the other kids were on your side, which was probably a good thing just so that you wouldn't find yourself in harms way later.
Y/E/N got no sympathy like you had earlier, and when she fumbled back away from the lockers you could see that she was in no condition to fight you any longer.
She didn't admit that though, and with her fists raised she took a step toward you.
Luckily for her, that was when the teachers, including your history teacher that you were supposed to be doing a favor for, pushed through the crowd.
"YOU TWO! OFFICE! NOW!" One of them yelled.
"AND I MEAN IT THIS TIME Y/N!"
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