*Jack's POV*

My arm was stinging.

People were staring.

Emma was panicking.

The looks on our peers' faces ranged from pity to disgust to utter confusion. Everyone was silent, staring at Emma and I.

We were a freak show.

"Okay!" the PE teacher clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. Luckily, they all tore their eyes from Emma and I's mangled arms. "If I were you, I would chase down that ball and move to the bigger gym and continue your game!" she said, giving all the students a glare. All the students walked past us towards the doors, with many mumbles of 'emos' and 'freaks' and only a couple pitying looks. Once they were all gone, the PE teacher made her way to us. I heard Emma suck in a deep breath, as if in preparation.

"Are you two alright?" she asked sweetly, and Emma let out the breath she was holding and gave a very nervous laugh.

"Yes, yes we're alright," she answered, me nodding in agreement.

"You might want to get that checked by the nurse," the PE teacher said quietly. I looked down at my arm and, sure enough, it had reopened and was bleeding. Large, crimson dots decorated the gym floor where I was standing. "If you don't mind me asking, how did this happen?" she continued, gesturing towards mine and Emma's arms.

"My dad," I responded, looking down at the drips of blood going down my arm. I glanced back up to see her shocked face. Then she turned to Emma. "And you?"

"Me," Emma said.

"You?" the PE teacher asked, confused.

"I did this," Emma repeated. The PE teacher seemed to suddenly understand. She finally let me go to the nurse's, but Emma had to stay and participate since she wasn't actually injured. I whispered, "Good luck," to Emma, kissed her, and jogged off to the nurse's office.

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*Emma's POV*

PE was finally over. What hell. After the little incident to where everyone saw Jack and I's arms, I kept getting snide little comments, especially from Katie and her crew. Yes, those bitches were in my Physical Education class. Great, right?

I sighed and changed back into my ripped skinnies and oversized hoodie. I threw my PE uniform back into my locker with unnecessary force. I stalked to the bathroom to check to make sure my hair wasn't completely horrid. I got to the mirror and scowled at my reflection. Disgusting, I thought to myself. I hate you. Suddenly, I saw in the reflection someone I hated even more.

"Well, that's not a very pretty face," Katie laughed. Her cronies followed suit and echoed her annoying giggle.

"Fuck off, Katie," I mumbled, really not in the mood for her shit. I turned to leave the locker room and go to my next class when I was yanked down by my blue hair. I fell to the ground onto my back, hard. Fuck.

"What did you say, you little bitch?" Katie spat in my face. She slapped me across the face, on of her many rings cutting open my cheek. "You know," she continued, examining the bit of blood now on her ring. "I could make your life a living hell." She then picked me up by the grip she still had on my hair, and slammed my head into the sink. Then she threw me back down onto the floor. I struggled to get up, black dotting my vision in large blotches.

"I think I will," Katie continued. "I think I will make your life hell," she finished with a smirk. I flipped her off, unable to speak to tell her how horrid she was, and she brought her heel down on my hand, grinding it to the floor. The smirk was gone. "Finish her," she said, and I watched from the floor as her signature red heels clicked on the floor as she left.

Suddenly, many pairs of heels were kicking me in the stomach, face, legs, anywhere. These girls may be pussies, I thought. But their shoes hurt like a bitch. I just laid there as they kicked me, over and over. I heard a few cracks and let out a moan of pain. I was about to pass out when a couple of them picked me up as Katie had and threw me against the wall of lockers just outside of the conjoined bathroom. I felt another hit to the head and groaned. I must have some sort of concussion by now. The hoard of bitches brought me forward then into the lockers once again.

The bell rang.

They let me slouch to the ground before giving me a few final kicks and shoves. I felt the black surround me as their heels clicked on the linoleum floor, off to whatever class they had to go to. It faintly made it to my dimming mind that I had classes to go to. I tried to get up, but just fell against the gym lockers again. I finally gave up and let my mind go black as the tardy bell rang.

Saved by the bell.

I giggled to myself, then slumped against the lockers, unconscious.

Notes

Oh, poor Emma.

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btw I am currently hiding. there are people in my house and I don't like it. I mean, there are children and shit. no thank you. I am upstairs listening to Sum 41. help meeeee.