But... I didn't mean to D:

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ooc: Sara Quinn <3

So this was his new school. Phillip stared at the monstrous building before him, feeling slightly nervous. He was sure that this place was going to be like every other school he attended. As soon as he walked through the door, he was going to be prey for the numerous fighters and bullies that roamed the school.

At his shoulder stood his aunt while his uncle examined his nails a few feet away. He was probably the only one who still had his guardians accompany him to his first day of school. If all the bullies found out, they would tease him for being dropped off by his strict aunt and eating her homemade lunches. The fact that he dressed like a nerd didn't help either. With his tucked-in shirt, side-parted hair, and tight pants, his appearance screamed "momma's boy". Phillip dreaded the moment that someone would notice and turn him into a punching bag. All high schools were the same, and #42 was no exception.

The name and reputation of this school was what had his aunt in a bad mood. From what he heard, this place used corporal punishment to deal with bad students frequently. Phillip was used to going to a school where the teachers were a little nicer. In addition to the bullies, he now had to deal with the fear of angering a teacher and getting hit. He hated pain. It reminded him of what his mother did to him when he was younger, and the feeling of this school was bringing up those bad memories.

"Well, school's about to start, so we might as well head in," his aunt suggested in her cold voice.

Phillip gulped and reluctantly nodded. He allowed his aunt to lay her hand on his shoulder and push him forward. Like his mother, his aunt was cold, aloof, and uncaring. The only difference was that his mother used violence to solve her problems while his aunt used a more emotional approach. Years of living under his aunt's house did nothing to help his self-esteem, and he had to worry about failure, which his aunt did not take lightly.

As the front entrance neared, he closed his eyes as if he was expecting some painful blow to come his way. However, the only thing that hit him was a blast of cold air from the air conditioner. His aunt suddenly jerked him to the right so that they could enter the front office.

He spent what felt like hours listening to his aunt and uncle talk to one of the office ladies. As he was instructed, he remained quiet unless a question was directed at him. Soon, he was assigned a locker number and his class schedule was printed out. Without saying goodbye, his aunt stood up and dragged her husband out of the room. It appeared that Phillip wasn't the only one she had control over.

The office lady pointed him to a chair and said that another student would come by soon to show him around the school. He thanked her silently and took a seat. The bell rang and many minutes passed, but no one came. He was beginning to feel a little restless, and he wanted to pee so bad.

No one came yet, and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't get his tour. However, he couldn't just leave without telling one of the school staff in the room. He looked at the office lady who was in the middle of a conversation on the phone. It would be rude to interrupt her, and years of living under his aunt's room taught him how much women hated interruptions in their conversations. If he just slipped out and came back, he was sure that no one would notice.

He did just that. Although he knew nothing of #42's layout, he was sure that there would be a bathroom near the front office. It was like that at ever other school he had attended. And he was right; within a minute, he found two doors, one marked boys and the other marked girls. Before he could enter the one marked boys, a deep voice made him stop in his tracks.

"Where's your hall pass?"

Phillip gulped before he slowly turned around. The man that stood in front of him looked just as scary as he sounded. His bald head, bulging muscles, and cold stare made a shiver go down his spine. This was how the meanest of bullies looked.

He was well aware of hall monitors and what kind of duties they did, but he was too scared of the boy's appearance to even think about it. All he wanted to do was use his fast legs to get the hell out of here. However, the hall monitor's large figure blocked the front and sides while a hard wall stood behind him. Or was it? By instinct, Phillip backed away and realized that instead of a hard wall, he was standing in front of a door. He took another step back and allowed himself to fall into the room behind him.

Phillip rolled as he hit the floor and didn't wasn't time just laying there. He quickly got to his feet and watched the door carefully, expecting the large hall monitor to come in. However, thirty seconds passed without anything happening to him. Perhaps he was safe.

Or maybe not...

He soon realized that he was standing in the girl's bathroom. In addition to a large bully to deal with, he had to deal with several angry girls that weren't very happy about his appearance in their territory.

[Sara Quinn]

The washroom was pretty quiet considering the number of girls in there as Sara sat on the floor, flipping through her math book. It wasn't the most sanitary place to be, but the idiot was patrolling the hallways. What the hell had his name been? Bruce? Something like that. He was an ass with no brain. He was huge. A bloody gorilla. And dumb as one to. When he patrolled the halls, thinking he was the kings shit, she hid in the bathroom. She hated having to deal with him, and would rather risk the unsanitary washroom floor then have to speak to him or deal with him. And he was bold to. She wouldn't be surprised if he just strolled right into the bathroom if he knew there was someone in here that he wanted a piece of.

So Sara had hidden herself in the large handicap stall, locking the door so no one would bother her if they needed the bathroom. The girls in the washroom? Could bit her ass, they were SOL. She crossed her legs, feeling the fabric of her favorite light blue jeans scratch against her knees. She could feel the coolness from the wall behind her through her simple white t-shirt. Yes. Sara had gone simple today in her dress. Nothing fancy, just comfortable.

She was examining a formula in her book when she heard door open and a thump as something hit the floor. Then there was the sound of fabric scratching and something moving along the floor. The washroom had gone completely silent. What the hell...? Sara leaned over, peeking under the stalls. She could see someones feet. Feet that didn't seem to belong. They were facing the door, standing there, watching it, she assumed. Well wasn't that odd? Wait... Was that... a guy?

She put the book to the side and pushed herself up as quickly and quietly as she could. She carefully slid open the lock to the door letting it swing open and stepped out. Mhm... A male... In the bathroom... She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was going to kill him. At this point the other girls in the washroom started screeching and yelling and running around like chickens with their heads cut off as they tried to make for the door. Bloody girls... God she hated girls like this... As they ran towards the door she was caught up with them and she was knocked into someone, tripping over her feet and falling to the floor on top of them.

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Suddenly, several high-pitched screamed filled the bathroom. Phillip grimaced and clapped his hands over his ears. He hated loud sounds since they gave him such horrible headaches. Even his big hands couldn't block out all the sounds that were entering his ears. It was so painful and a groan escaped his lips.

He was well-aware that he was in the girl's bathroom, and he wasn't entering this place just because he was perverted. All he wanted was somewhere to hide from that crazy hall monitor. He quickly stood up, an apologetic look on his face as he tried his best to apologize and calm down some of the hysteric girls. However, their shrieks drowned out his words, and they paid him no attention as they fought to be the first one out of the door.

Suddenly, a girl bumped into him, knocking the both of them to the ground. Another painful groan escaped from his lips as his stomach made contact with the hard surface. Lucky for her, she landed on Phillip and made him experience most of the pain. He didn't mind since he was the one that caused all the trouble in here, but it was still quite painful.

He would keep himself still so that Sara would have a chance to stand up first. For a few seconds, he rested there until he realized that he was laying on the dirty bathroom floor. Ewww. What would his aunt say about his smelly clothes?

Oh no, his aunt. She spent years raising him to be a good-manned man. If one of the girls told on him, he would get in huge trouble at home. He would get the worst scolding he had ever faced and hear his aunt talk about how ashamed she is of him.

Although his aunt never used physical violence as a type of discipline, her scoldings were scary enough to feel painful.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara, and the person she had bumped into fell to the floor. She gave a small cry as she dropped, but it was only out of surprise. The landing actually didn't hurt. At all really. She had landed on top of whoever she had knocked into. Well wasn't that nice~ She heard a groan next to her ear... It wasn't girly at all. She pushed herself up so she could see, praying she was wrong, and realized that she was on top of the pervert.

She stared down at him. He was completely still as though waiting for something. Something sick! Pervert! And now she had done it again~Jumping to conclusions about things that were utterly harmless~

As fast as she could, ~Which was pretty damn fast~ she tried to push herself so that she was straddling him. The thrill of a fight was hitting her brain and she felt loose and airy, like she could take on the world and beat it into a bloody pulp.

Her hand would drop to the guys neck, gripping it hard. She would laugh, a sadistic edge to it, and lean forward smiling down at him. "You really chose a bad day to try something like this..."

She could hear the few remaining girls, one of them in tears ~yes, in tears, at the near sight of a male in the bathroom~ urging her to beat him, or, better yet, throw him out to the hall monitor, who everyone knew was now standing just outside the door trying to get the other girls in trouble. But no. She would deal with this one~

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He assumed that she was going to get off of him suddenly moved. However, she straddled him, causing him to stare at her in surprise. What was this?

She was a very beautiful girl. Except for the blond hair and blue eyes, she was just like Cinderella. As was his habit, he immediately labeled her the cute Cinderella.

However, that title changed as she gripped his neck and let out a laugh evil enough to have tingles go down his spine. He now decided to call her the cute, evil Cinderella. Oh fuck that, he had to come up stop giving girls those titles. Or at least come of with a nickname that sounded good. What the hell was he thinking? Cute and evil did not mix together. He had to think of a better word that would fit a pretty girl that seemed to show signs of being a sadist.

What about seductive? Nah, she wasn't sexy enough, and judging by the look on her face, she didn't seem to be in the mood to want to sleep with him. Come to think of it, she was really starting to look frightening. Her face had changed so much that it was hard to believe that he put cute in her title. Perhaps labeling her as the sexy Cinderella would be just fine.

Well, enough about that. Phillip was being choked, meaning that this wasn't the right time to think about names. He had to worry about staying alive, since these girls looked as if they were going to kill him. He was familiar with the expression on their faces since his mother looked the same way during a particular drunken rage years ago.

He arrived home with a not-so-good report card. It felt like hours(which was only ten seconds) as his mother jerked the piece of paper away from him to allow her eyes to scan over his grades. Suddenly, she smacked him, and he was sent to his room.

Twenty minutes later, his mother burst in, the smell of whiskey strong on her clothing. She waved a kitchen knife clumsily and complained about raising a complete failure. Luckily, she didn't do anything else, as the microwave had beeped. He spent the rest of the night huddled in the corner, drooling as the scent of TV dinner drifted to his room.

Oh my, Phillip had a tendency to let his mind wander during the most inconvenient times. He had to stop doing that or risk suffering permanent damage from this girl. If he had the ability to speak, he would apologized, but somehow having pressure around your throat prevented him from doing that.

Instead, he reached up and tried to pry her fingers away. He was raised to never ever hit a girl, so he couldn't think of much to do without hurting her.

[Sara Quinn]

As Sara stared down at him, her hand on his throat, the adrenaline began to pump, more and more, fueling her anger. She had been bored. Now she had something to do. This kid wasn't getting away from her. But all he seemed to do was look up at her, staring at her as though considering her. She didn't like that. But it made her pause. She was now struggling with herself inside. Hr anger at the way he was looking at her battling her unsureness about what he was doing. This kid didn't look very strong. Not strong at all.

For some reason, the kid didn't look like he was all there. Not at all. He looked like he was off on another planet as his eyes looked up at her. And he looked scared. Very scared. She felt a pang of pity, but it was short lived as the girls behind her continued to egg her on.

His fingers moved to her hand, trying to pry her hands off of his neck. Another stab of guilt and pity. She quickly pushed them back. She had to deal with this. He needed to be taught a lesson. She smiled evily down again and then she spoke to the girls behind her. "I don't think you want to be here for this... Leave. Now." A wicked little chuckle would escape her throat as she looked down at him, her eyes never leaving his.

As the girls began to file out, their complaints about leaving only half hearted, her fist drew back. The girls were glancing back as they left, and Sara's fist would slam downwards from the side into the boys cheek. His head would be knocked to side and she would laugh as the last girl left the washroom.

Then she would stand, her hand leaving the boys throat, and she would back away, looking down at him. The fist would actually have only grazed him. It would sting. Bad. But it wouldn't have even been a fraction of how hard she could actually hit. She had won this fight the moment she had sat on him. That was it. It was that simple and he would do well to know that as well. It was better that she just didn't beat the shit out of him for it.

She would back against the wall, looking down at him. "Why the hell are you in here?" She leaned against the wall. No. He was a cute kid. She had a soft spot for cute things. She wasn't going to kill him. But she would be damned if she was going to let the other girls know that.