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Leighton's Beauty & the Beast (Myah // Weiss)

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"Come over to my place for the night."

"Let's hang out like we always did."

"You can trust me, we've been best friends for three years."

...

...

...

"Gag her harder, so she doesn't bite through it."

"Tighten her wrists too, tie them off to the radiator so she can't tear them free."


- - -
Everything had started innocently, inconspicuously. They had gone off-campus to hang out at the Taylor's residence, an entire near three thousand square feet of modernly furnished rooms that sat on a fenced off territory, it was everything any group of high schoolers would go wild for and to top it off? Lexie was completely close with Alexander Taylor, her best friend, as well as Julius Taylor, his brother. That sort of luxury was something she could easily indulge in whenever they offered and they offered very often. Days had been spent slept over, or on a party in their massive backyard pool, sometimes just heading there after classes and she had even spent part of one of her summers there. She should have known the house almost as if it was her own... after all, they always invited her into it like she was part of it too.

Both were handsome, reputable young men of Leighton Academy. Identical twins, even. Striking, flat blonde hair and similarly baby blue eyes that matched each other, and the crown jewels of Leighton. Both their figures had been tall, broad, and developed, enough to make any girl fantasize about them-- and yet they always seemed so devoted to their studies and on occasion? Spending time with Lexie.

So how could she have possibly known? It was just another day in their large bedroom, looking over whatever on a laptop and suddenly one hand would start to dive down in between her legs from nowhere from Alexander's brother, Julius. It hadn't mattered if she had said 'no' it seemed to fall on deaf ears... in fact, it was something that missed Alexander's ears as well. The gropes got over the top, hand driving up her shirt to start playing with her chest while Julius pinned her down to the floor and then tossed a question back to his brother that would make anyone's blood turn cold.

"Parents aren't coming back for another six hours, right?" His hand clamped over her mouth before her own best friend brought over a piece of cloth to tightly gag her with until her open mouth would start to make the fabric wet with saliva. Julius had been on top of her the entire time, grabbing her wrists tight and keeping his knees crushing into her thighs for the entire duration. Next came her wrists, they weren't anywhere near as civil or polite this time. Tight electrical chords were what they used to tie her wrists back up against her back, hard enough to chafe them and just shy of cutting the blood off from her hands. After tightening the bondage to the radiator, she was forced into a position where she was ass up, her front facing down on the floor.

One hand smacked across her ass, dragging her clothes off before giving her another. Both of the brothers seemed to take their turns groping and spanking her like she was some type of fucktoy, eventually a blindfold being dragged around her eyes to prevent her from even looking around to what was happening. But she could feel it. Hear it. First came the sensation of a fat girth cramming into her tight pink pussy when her panties were yanked down. Not even a second was spent easing into her as the male that had shoved into began to slam into her hard enough for his tip to start bruising inside of her. It didn't seem like he was caring even a little about her enjoyment as the vulgar, wet noises of his cock stirring up her tight folds filled the room. Pants and moans would start to spill into her ear while he raped her, sometimes a sharp sting slamming against her ass when she started to resist too much... by the end of it, she was sure to have a reddened ass.

Worst of all? He was doing it raw. She would be able to feel every inch of his thick, girthy dick cramming into her and pushing her apart like he was going to tear her at any second. "Nice and easy, Lexie... be a good girl and get through it, we won't have any fucking... mmh... problems." That voice. It was the man she called her best friend for so many years, raping her like she was some type of toy. Not even an ounce of regret seemed to be behind the action while he continued to plow her. One hand grabbed her waist while the other rested on her ass, occasionally spanking her yet again while she felt the throbbing build up.

"Just cum inside her. She's a slut so she's on birth control anyways." Another cold tone, this time it was Julius. She would be able to feel his hand giving her cheek a soft smack like she was some type of adorable puppy while his brother continued to rape her with the clear intentions-- he wouldn't be pulling out.

@Myah
 
Lexie Summers had been best friends with Alexander Taylor from the moment she was transferred to the academy, three years ago. It was only by chance she became friends with his brother, Julius, too. The three of them hit it off fairly quickly and ultimately became known as the trio. Never was one seen without the other. Albeit she was much closer to Alexander than she was his brother, but all three were still good friends nonetheless. Such good friends that she spent the majority of her time over at their mansion of a home. Despite the size, it was much more comforting than her tiny shared apartment on campus. Better company too.

Their parents seemed to love her, too. Which was a huge relief to her considering she was almost always over there. It was nice, having the love of parental figures, her parents were never going to win a parent of the year award that was for damn sure. Despite having only known them all for three years, she felt as if it had been forever. Alex had been one of the only people who had defended her on her second day of arriving, a stupid rumour had surfaced that the brunette had put out only a few hours into her first day.

They weren't rumours.

She had always been open about her sexuality, had never really cared about others opinions of her. She wasn't a homewrecker, she never fucked anybody's boyfriend so she didn't really see a problem. She loved sex, so what? It's not like the boys ever complained about it. Besides, sometimes, they were more willing than she was. People just loved to cause drama. Ironically, it had been the girls who started most of them. Apparently a woman who was considered beautiful and able to get any man she wanted, was deemed as a threat.

It was normal. Everything was way too fucking normal. Shouldn't signs be shown before something as traumatizing as this happens? Or even bright red blaring lights? But no, she didn't receive none of that. So how the hell could she of known that one fatal trip would result in losing both her best friends and herself?

At first the brunette had simply laughed the action off, swatting playfully at Julius's hands as if that would stop him. "Stop!" She whined, gaze momentarily flickering from the screen to the blonde beside her. Truthfully, she had no idea what they were watching. It was more to pass the time, really. He wasn't listening though and that seemed to only worry the girl more. "Didn't you hear me, Julius?" She grunted, clamping her thighs shut. It was funny, actually. She probably would've slept with one of them had they not been so close, but she saw them as more than a quick fuck.

Too bad they didn't.

It wasn't just Julius though. It was Alexander too. Her best friend. Fingers slid underneath her shirt, tugging at her bra and groping at her chest. Realization finally sunk in then, none of them gave a fuck if she wanted it or not. They didn't care. They didn't care. They didn't care. That notion was only proven right the moment he pinned her to the floor, ignoring every thrashing wiggle coming from beneath him. "Stop! This isn't funny!"

"Parents aren't coming back for another six hours, right?
"

Julius's hand clamped over her mouth and she panicked. Her desperate pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears, her thrashing not going unnoticed but uncared about. The cloth was shoved between her lips, effectively gagging her. No. No. No. Next came her wrists which proved that they didn't care, what with how fucking tight the cords were. This cannot be happening. God please let this be a dream. It felt like hours before a blindfold was slid over her eyes, and everything became dark. All other senses were heightened, and she hated it.

Lexie was pathetically crying at this point. Mascara no doubt smeared beneath her eyes, tears trickling black streams down her cheeks. Her back arched, another sob falling from muffled lips the moment she felt him plunge inside of her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She wanted to die. Perhaps that was a little over the top, but she did. She cowered away with every moan breathed into her ear, shaking beneath the grasp of whoever it was that had a hold of her. She truly didn't know which hurt more, the actual action, or the fact that they were supposed to be her best friends.

And then she heard it. Alexander. He was the one fucking her. He was the one hurting her. How...could...he? What had she ever done to him? To both of them?

"Just cum inside her. She's a slut so she's on birth control anyways."

No. The brunette thrashed, screaming into the make-shift gag.Yes she was on birth control but that didn't mean she wanted him to cum inside of her. Maybe it'd scare them away if she lied and said she wasn't? She shook her head, her desperate muffled cries and whimpers never once dying down.
 
No matter how much she cried, no matter how much black stains were tearing down her cheeks or pooling down to her chin, he didn't stop. All over her slender frame, she would be able to feel his hands groping her. Feeling around her curves, cupping her chest, spanking her ass... right now, she was just a hole to fuck. Even the pleading wasn't enough, they knew her well enough to know how much she slept around and they knew the guys she slept with. Lying to them wouldn't have worked. Lexie had been on the pill, they made sure to confirm it before even trying anything like this.

While she continued to thrash, the electrical chords tightened and knotted to a dangerous degree, threatening to make her hands go completely numb by the end of the session. No position of flailing would be able to get her out of that girth that continued to pry her apart. One thrust after another would ensure her pussy was gaping from how he raped her without working her up for even a second, his thighs smashing against her rear to match the noise of his pants into her ear. Then, the worst of it would come all at once. The flood of some thick and sticky strands flooded into her body, staining the depths of her inner walls. Slowly, Alexander pulled out of her abused, swollen pussy before replacing two fingers to spread apart her folds. He laughed about something to his brother, joking about whatever.

Maybe that was it for tonight. One quick fuck and they'd throw her aside like some sort of cheap whore... but that wouldn't be the end of it for her. Not even a minute after Alexander had came inside of her, she felt another thick, hard cock cram back into her depths. It hadn't been wet at all, enough to tell her that she was being raped by Julius now. In a twisted way, it became immediately clear which one saw her more as a toy. One hand tightened around her throat depriving her of air every time she tried to sob while the other slammed against her rear every so often to keep her back nice and straight up against his chest so he could fuck her as deeply as he wanted.

"Should've just spread your fucking legs like a good girl. None of this shit would've happened." Sternly, he growled into her ear. Julius rolled her hips against his own, milking her for every drop of pleasure like what he saw her as-- a toy. His session would go on for much longer, minute after minute of him roughly pulling out before slamming into her hard enough to knock the wind out of her. At times, he had been borderline choking her to the point that it would force her to go lightheaded. Her rear had been swollen red at this point, distinct hand prints marking her formerly porcelain pale skin.

Eventually, even that sadistic abuse would come to an end. His throbbing member would spill yet another load inside of her, yanking himself out soon after to let the flood of white cum spill all the way down to her ankles along her thighs.

"You want to go again? We have her for a while. She's not as good of a fuck as I thought. Should've just got her drunk and seduced her to get on your dick, would've been better."

"Nah. I think I'm fine for now. I'm going to let her go no--" For a few moments, she felt the electrical chords loosen before Alexander's hands were yanked away.

Before that tiny shred of hope for Lexie could finish leaving Alexander's mouth, a shoving noise could be heard.

"No. She's not going anywhere for another six hours. This bitch will go and bark to the nearest person, keep her here until she gets scared shitless. Use her a few more times, then we let her go. I'm done for now though, I'll be back later Lexie." Giving her ass another smack and her a smirk, Julius left the room and in an all too following fashion, the sound of Alexander's footsteps hurried after him, leaving her alone in her room.

No amount of whimpering or whining could be heard by anyone, their room was right across the front door and there was no sounds of anyone coming in or leaving. It almost meant the brothers were still somewhere in the home. From how the chords around her wrists were momentarily loosened, she could have slipped out if she thrashed enough and was willing to chafe her already swollen red wrists even further.
 
Every bone in her body hurt. It had felt like hours before Alexander finally pulled out, part of her hoped Julius was simply there for the ride, maybe he didn't want anything to do with her. Maybe Xander was the one who had convinced him. Her hope was short lived though, especially when she felt him plunge himself inside of her, and fingers curled around her neck. Another harsh slap against her ass confirmed that she definitely wouldn't be able to sit properly for however long it took to heal.

The brunette cowered, his mocking whispered words echoing around the room. Spread your fucking legs...like a good girl. None of this shit would've happened. He was blaming her? He thought this was her fault? There were so many other girls who would've willingly fucked both of them. So many times had she heard those words fall from the lips of giggling teenagers. So many times had she been stopped in the bathroom to be told how hot her best friend was. They could've gotten laid without ruining her. Without breaking her.

Lexie had hardly felt it when the blonde finally pulled out, too absorbed in trying to regain her breath. He could've killed her. He could've fucking killed her. He didn't care. None of them cared. We have her for a while. You want to go again? Her heart was in her throat, sobs falling from cracked lips as her chest rose and fell with every rapid breath. She didn't want any of them to go again...she didn't want to be here. She wanted to go back to her shitty apartment with her shitty one-size too small bed. Hell at this point, she even wanted to see Nicola's stupid fucking cat. The little bastard had hated her from the moment she moved in, she knew it.

She was quiet. Clamping her lips shut as she listened to their debate, listened to the way Alexander wanted to let her go, listened to Julius deny that. Because yes, she would go and tell someone. What if they had something wrong with them? What if they gave her some sort of sexually transmitted disease? There was no way nothing was wrong with her, not with how much pain she was in.

Despite not being able to see in the first place, she squeezed her eyes closed, waiting for the moment they both piled out of the room. Her wrists were red, she didn't need to see them to know that. And fuck were they sore...but...if she thrashed enough she could yank herself free from them. Small price to pay for freedom. Biting down on the cloth, she thrashed. It took about four tries before her hands slid free and she clumsily fumbled for both the blindfold and the gag. Releasing a shaky breath she pushed herself to her feet.

The first thing she noticed when hazel hues glanced down, was the blood. She hadn't bled during sex since the night of losing her virginity and even then there wasn't as much as there was now. The red liquid trickled down her thighs mixing with the sticky white substance along the way. Next were the lightly shaded splotches spread out across both thighs, bruises. They weren't as bad and wouldn't take so long to heal but they were evidence. Wiping the back of her hand along her cheek, she sniffled. Clothes. Find your clothes. Fuck, where were they? Scrambling along the floor she stiffened when ringed fingers met the tattered remains of her shirt. Yanking her skirt shakily up her legs, she slid into the panties that were definitely going to be burned the moment she got home.

Shirt. What was she going to do about her shirt?

Dropping to her knees she rummaged through the bottom drawer. So many nights had she slept in this very room, surely she would've left something? Grasping onto a plain black shirt, she yanked it over her head, uncaring if it were actually hers or not. Without even looking back, she stumbled to the window, climbing out. It wasn't that high up.

A short ten minute walk later, she was stood outside the hospital entrance. She couldn't bring herself to enter, not when it would make everything so much more real. It meant she was admitting it had happened. She must've looked a mess to those inside looking out, though. Brunette hair a tattered mess of a bun atop her head, mascara streaming down her cheeks.

"Miss...are you okay?" A soft voice broke Lexie free from her thoughts, blinking over at an older woman with a kind smile. Judging by the way she was dressed, she probably worked there.

"No," She shook her head, hiccuping. "I've...I've been raped." She wrung her hands nervously in front of her, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall yet again.

The older woman's brows knitted together, a soft frown curling her lips upwards. "Would you like to come inside? We can get you tested and cleaned up." She offered her a small smile, nodding her head towards the entrance. A brief glance downwards had her lips parting. "I bed you'd feel a lot better after washing that blood off of you."

In a daze Lexie followed behind her. Shielding herself from the pitying looks, and gossiping whispers of both staff and patients. They don't know you, Lexie. Ignore them.

"We don't have actual showers on this ward, so these'll have to do I'm afraid." The redheaded nurse offered a sympathetic smile, a single rag was held in her overturned palm as she handed it to her. "There's soap in there if you need it, when you're finished just come outside and I'll take you to be examined."

Almost an hour later Lexie shuffled from the room, following the nurse, who's name she later learned was Cassie, towards the desk to be discharged. She was still an inconsolable blubbering mess, however she was clean. She had scrubbed her skin raw, and wiped away any remnants of the mascara. According to Cassie both her thighs were bruised, and it would be somewhat painful to sit for the next few weeks. Which, she already knew.

"I'll send these off as soon as I can, yeah? I really do think you should go to the police though. Get whoever done this to you arrested."

She wouldn't. Not yet at least. Making sure she was okay and not carrying anything was one thing, but filing a report was another.
 
"Sir! Please wait, you're not meant to be discharged until we've confirmed that your fracture will heal cleanl--" The shadow fell over her entire form as the looming figure of a massive young man passed by her. His left sleeve had been torn off completely, leaving him in a black button down with only one sleeve. His long, broad legs had been fit in a pair of blue jeans and he was covered with bandages. Around his head and especially around his arm to the point it would've been reasonable to assume he dipped his left arm into a meat blender. One set of stitches covered the wound on his cheek but otherwise his face was clear. Sharp jawline and equally as matching sharp black eyes, his messy black hair looked as if it had been unkempt for a while even if there was no scent coming off of him.

The older man hurried at his side, grabbing his arm to try and drag him back just for him to yank it out from his grip. "Don't make me fucking crack you across the chin to prove nothing's broken. Get away from me." Whipping around, he used his left arm to grab the man by the collar before growling the threat at him and giving him a small shove against his chest to 'show' that his arm wasn't broken but from how he winced? Just acting tough. That was clear as day.

Once more, he turned his back away from the man before continuing out. Automatic doors would slide open for him. Everything about him seemed to just ooze that he didn't want anyone to talk to him or that he didn't want to talk to anyone. Back towards the counter, the conversation with Lexie and the nurse continued for a while longer.

"You should be set to be discharged now. Are you sure you don't want to go to the police right now? It would be very anonymous for the investigation if we get a match..."

Her soft, sympathetic voice wouldn't demand or push Lexie in any one direction, just adding the extra reminder onto her that she would be safe if she decided to pursue it a little more. Once the paperwork had been set aside, she leaned forward to give her hand a soft squeeze before turning her back to the girl to attend to the rest of the hospital.

Outside, the sun had already completely set. Every street block was lined with about three street lights, illuminating the entirety of the concrete sidewalk but there were relatively no people wandering around, not at this hour. The hospital was enclosed with a perimeter of fencing that blocked it off from the rest of the city. The only body in sight that could be seen was the hunched figure of that beast of a man that had so rudely left the hospital before her in the distance.

And yet suddenly, he would stop.

His gaze was locked forward towards something in the closest alleyway to the hospital. Some sort of heated discussion left his mouth but maybe he just naturally looked angry no matter what he did. The gesture of pointing into the alleyway and then motioning towards the sidewalk could be seen and then finally the familiar body of one of the brothers... maybe it was Julius moved out of the alleyway. If she tried to turn on her heel and run back to the hospital after, she would bump into the chest of someone behind her. Alexander.

Immediately, his hand grabbed her mouth and pushed her up towards the nearest wall.

"Listen, Lexie... I don't want to get physical out here." Slamming his hand on the wall next to her, he kept his other hand on her thigh to prevent her from kicking him.

"Just keep your mouth shut and we won't have any problems, understand? You didn't get raped, none of this happened today." Julius had made his way over to the two of them before shoving past the guy that had been barking at him mere moments before, his hand yanking Lexie forward by the hair.

"Don't fucking bark to anyone. You're a slut. You don't do anything but sleep around. No one is going to believe you and I swear to God if anyone hears about this, we'll make your god damn life hell. You keep your head down and stay quiet, unless you want a taste of that." Shoving her back against the wall with a slam, he kept one hand gripped tight on her hair so that she didn't run off immediately.

The bystander just glared. Eyes locked not on her, but on Julius.

'...Give me a fucking reason to kick your ass, I dare you.' Some call for help. Something that would indicate that she wanted intervention. Anything. Otherwise? His mood would be getting considerably worse for that day, especially after he was forced to leave that scene without breaking that stupid pompous dick's nose. That's what he had thought in the moment... but he never intervened unless he was asked for. That was something that would hold true even now.
 
Truthfully she wasn't too sure if she'd ever actually go to the police about what they had done, what had happened. It wasn't that she was afraid to admit it out loud but more so afraid of being called a liar. It was her word against theirs, and they were two of the most well respected students at Leighton, of course everybody would believe them. We had sex and she panicked and called it rape. She never once said no. She did, but who would believe that? Perhaps she'd find the courage someday in the future, but not now.

Don't make me fucking crack you across the chin.

Lexie cast a curious glance towards the stranger, cringing ever so slightly at the grisly sight. I'm not the only one who's had a shitty night. Heaving a soft sigh she turned her gaze back onto the nurse, offering a tight lipped smile. "I'm sure, thank you so much for your help though." Folding her arms over her chest she tugged gently on her lower lip, spinning on her heel towards the entrance. They'll call you in a few days with the results. At least she'd know if they had infected her with anything. And definitely no babies would be involved. Pausing, she turned. "Actually, I don't suppose you have a phone I could borrow?"

Cassie offered a small nod, sliding a phone she had grasped from out of her breast pocket.

"Thank you," She murmured. She wasn't too sure if her roommate would be awake, but fuck did she hope she was.

After the fourth ring, a sleepy voice rung out. "Hello?"

Clearing her throat she shifted from one foot to another. "Nic, it's me."

"Lexie?" She echoed, and though she couldn't see her she knew her brows were furrowed. "Who's number is this?"

"That doesn't matter. Look, do you think you can come pick me up? I'm at St. Andrews Hospital."

"Hospital? What the hell are you doing there?" A soft sigh could be heard on the other end, before the rustling of clothes followed. "Yeah I'll be there, give me twenty minutes."

Sliding the phone back towards the nurse she thanked her before finally slithering out the doors once again. Her gaze almost immediately fell on the silhouette of the male from earlier, brows furrowing. What had happened to him? She released a shaky breath, but before she could divert her attention elsewhere...she saw him. No. No. No. What was he doing here? She spun, prepared to make a beeline for the hospital again, she could always wait in there. Only as soon as she turned she bumped into someone. Alexander.

Her chest rose and fell with every rapid breath, her gaze locked on blue hues as he slammed her up against the wall. She jumped the moment his palm connected with the brick beside her head, tensing once she felt his hand on her thigh. Unable to bite back the whimper that fell from her lips she swallowed. Say something. Say something. Fucking say something! "Nicola's on her way, let go of me." Her voice was so soft, too soft. She didn't know how to act around them anymore, they had gone from fucking saints to monsters within the blink of an eye.

A soft cry emitted from chapped lips almost the second Julius threw her back against the wall, the grip he had on brunette locks way too fucking tight. She shifted, fingers curling around Alexanders wrist in an attempt to tug him off of her, though she couldn't do much about Julius's grip.

It was already bad enough that she had to face the two at the Academy - she couldn't deal with it right now. With them. And maybe that was why her gaze connected with the figure from earlier, hoping, praying, he could read the silent plea she was giving him.
 
Maybe she was hoping for a savior. Someone to help her out of the situation, anyone of even remotely redeeming qualities wouldn't stand by as a woman was overpowered by two men like that... but what she was getting wasn't a savior. The only thing that the figure was focused on was the back of Julius, swarming with a mixture of anger and violence, not outrage at how she was being handled.

"She's on her way, huh? Guess we have some time to carve a little contract into your skin. Maybe right against this pretty little thigh of yours so the slut of Leighton keeps her head down for a while. It's the only reason you're relevant to begin with." One hand yanked against her thighs, short fingernails digging into her inner thigh as if he was actually going to brand her in the time that it took Nicola to get there. That sense of oppression would quickly be shattered as the noise of a glass bottle crashed on the wall directly over top Lexie's head. Foul smelling, dark liquor splattered atop her disheveled hair, dripping down over her cheeks and staining her clothes while a mess of glass shards dropped over her body and onto the cement below.

Immediately, both of the brothers jerked back in surprise, taking a step or two away from her. Standing right behind them was the taller figure she had glanced at, the half broken glass bottle of liquor still in his hand. Sharp spikes of glass and shards glistened on one end of the now lethal weapon while he held the neck in his broad palm.

"Man, I fuckin' like that one. Carve a contract onto her skin? You're a fucking vile dog and I can respect that. You know what I can't respect? Hypocrites. Fucking disgusting, you know. So if you're willing to do that to her, you can't complain if someone does it to you, ain't that right?" He spat the words out at them, venom lining his every phrase as if he had been enraged. Shoving past her like she wasn't even there, he closed the distance between the two still alarmed and baffled brothers as Alexander shakily called out.

"Listen, fuck off! We'll call the police if you don't get the fuck out of our sight, I'm warning yo--" Before he could even finish, a heavy groan left the tall, dark-haired man's throat along with more rolling, menacing laughs. His hand had started to shatter and break from how hard he was gripping it like every passing moment was setting him further and further off. One step after another, he paced towards them.

"You're standing there pissing your pants and you honestly believe the police can get here quicker than I can fuck up your face, pretty boy? Let me teach you a lesson about the real world since you've had a thumb up your ass and a silver spoon in your mouth for most of it." That seemed to be more than enough, both brothers immediately turned back on their heels before escaping down the sidewalk in the opposite direction from both Lexie and the man who had just 'helped' her.

"You fucking psychopath!" Was the last thing that Julius would call out before both brothers had completely run off from the site. Tossing the bottle off onto the curb, he muttered something about them having no balls before continuing back down past the sidewalk. His eyes met hers just once as he was turning and before she even had a chance to so much as utter a sound, he bared his fangs at her as well.

"Don't fucking talk to me." Shoving both hands into his pocket, he left her alone against the fence of the hospital grounds, covered in liquor and shards of glass while sulking away with the same hunched posture and inexplicably angry scowl on his face.
 
He might not of handled it the way any...normal person would've, but she was still somewhat thankful for him intervening the way that he did. Well as thankful as somebody covered in both liquor and shards of glass can be. It was as if he didn't even see her though, which, she found oddly irritating. With the way he was beat up though, she wouldn't be surprised if he had anger issues. Maybe that was why he had stepped in, not to be the hero of the story, but to be the villain. At least to the two brothers running scared. He was eager to fight, eager to hand somebody's ass to them, something that would surely get him killed.

Lexie wasn't even about to attempt to utter a word to him before he hissed at her, five words falling from his lips in a not-so-friendly manner. Arching a brow she watched as he shoved past her, making his way down the alley to do god knows what. "I swear the people in this place just keep getting weirder." Muttering to herself, she spun on her heel, hues catching a glance of the vehicle approaching.

The blonde's brows furrowed, lips parting. "What the fuck happened to you, Lex?"

Slinking into the seat beside her, she slammed the door shut. "Nothing, I'm fine. Just drive...please." Nicola's defeated sigh didn't go unnoticed, but the woman started the engine and backed out of the car park nonetheless. "You just gonna pretend that you didn't call me at an ungodly hour to pick you up from a hospital? Or the fact that you stink of booze?"

The brunette knew her friend wouldn't let it drop and so instead she offered a single shrug. "I was with Alexander and Julius, things got a little out of hand and I accidentally got hurt." By the morning the entire Academy would know that Alexander and his brother were no longer in connection with Lexie, because both brother's had a tendency to bask in the attention of their surrounding peers, all the blame would fall on her.

"Alexander?" The blonde perked up, offering a slight grin. "How is he?"

"He's fine." Less of a monster than his brother. Instinctively her fingers gently ran along her neck, blinking away the memory that threatened to overtake. "Can we, uh, stop talking about them now? I'm really tired and I need to shower."

***

Despite not being in the mood to face the wrath of her classmates, Lexie needed to attend. It wasn't that she was a goody-two-shoes, but more that she simply couldn't miss another class. They'd kick her out and she needed this. Not only did she refuse to disappoint her mother, but it was putting her one step towards what she needed to become the law student she hoped to be. Ironic, actually.

For the first time since entering the Academy, the brunette was dressed in over-sized clothing. Sweatpants and a baggy jumper graced her frame, in a desperate attempt at covering exposed skin. The thought of having sex with anybody right now made her want to physically be sick. The rumours had already started before she even stepped foot through the door, the nasty glares and peering glances causing a shiver to run through her. What had they been saying?

"I heard from Danny, who heard from his sister, that she actually went to the hospital this morning. Can you believe that? Some people would do anything for attention."

Clearing her throat, she spun on her heel to face the one who had spoken. "I heard you're a pathetic bitch, and guess what? Both are true!" Offering a sarcastic grin, she rolled her eyes. "This is why nobody can stand you, Courtney, you're always sticking your nose where it doesn't fucking belong." Without even waiting for a reply, she turned and headed towards her locker.

"That was brutal."

Lexie sighed. "Yeah," She murmured shoving a notebook into the small space. "The day hasn't even started yet, I can't deal with this."

"Are you going to tell me what happened? Or just wait for me to cancel out the rumours and guess which is true?" The blonde offered a teasing grin, much to Lexie's dismay.

"I'll tell you when I'm ready, promise."

With a sigh, Nicola nodded. "Have you heard 'bout that new kid starting today? Apparently he's a hottie."

Lexie laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah? I'll take your word for it. Personally, I'm done with the male species."
 
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Transferring into a school at the middle of the year might have been daunting for most people. Everything would weigh on them all the way from adjusting to classes to getting a new friend circle that they could build their high school lives on. Neither of that mattered to him anyways, he knew that fundamentally. For all he cared, he could spend the entirety of this school year alone and that would still be preferred over the bullshit he had went through in the prior school.

Not that anyone would know, he wasn't the talkative sort. The only thing Leighton's halls would see was a tall figure with messy black hair moving through the crowds. His prior messy hair had been swept out of his eyes to expose the tired but still glaring black gaze. His gash that had been stitched on his cheek below his eye had seemed to close up entirely, leaving only a single lightly colored scar that contrasted with his fair skin. The scruff along his jawline had been shaved off to expose how sharp it was, matching the definition of muscle along his shoulders and neck.

His attire consisted of a plain white t-shirt that clung tight to his broad frame. A pair of equally as plain blue jeans covered the length of his long legs before ending in a pair of black sneakers. They weren't particularly muddy but they weren't spotlessly clean either. No one tried to approach him or talk to him out of nowhere, which he was grateful for. Turning towards his first classroom, he walked in just for his eyes to fall on the chalkboard.

Leighton's slut is a lying, crying waste of space.

Drawn over the chalkboard in a bright, striking red chalk that anyone would be able to read. Within moments of walking in, eyes would fall on him and then what he was dreading ended up happening. An arm around his shoulder and a random guy pulling up to him with a goofy grin. Short brown hair and hazel eyes would stare back at him.

"Yo! You're the new kid, right? Don't mind that. It's a pretty long story, but you'll probably want to avoid her anyways she sucks men in and then starts crying wolf when they fuck her. Huge scumba--" Tightening his hand on top of the guy's collar, he yanked him forward before slamming him onto the floor close to effortlessly. The only thing that could leave his mouth was a gape of air before a pained yell.

"Don't walk up to me or wrap your arm around me like we're buddies. Who the fuck are you even?" Now, the attention of the room was really focused on the mindlessly violent male, with some mutters being thrown around.

"What the fuck is his problem?"

"Someone call the teacher."

"He probably fucked her, that's why he's so mad..."

"What a pathetic fucking loser, at least she's here to put a collar on him."


Turning around, he made eye contact with the girl in the doorway. She looked familiar. Fence of the hospital grounds, something like that. He didn't pay much attention to her face and luckily for him, he didn't have to hear her voice either. Taking a few steps forward, he planted his foot down firmly on top of the guy he had just toppled, keeping him pinned to the ground.

"Hey. Is this what this school is filled with? Little fucking rat cowards who skitter around, afraid to confront a real man. What's the matter? You want to talk shit? I'm right here." No matter how much he tried to restrain himself, it didn't need anything aside from a little shove for him to become completely upset and start to leak through his expression along with the unbridled levels of anger he had pent up. No one spoke after that, they only stared at him. In spectacularly terrible timing, the teacher walked in on the entire scene looking baffled.

"E-Excuse me young man! Get your foot off that student right now! Excuse me, I'm talking to you! What's your name?!" Although clearly intimidated, the shorter dark-haired woman stared up at the figure who only silently glared back.

"...Ryder. Last name is Kraus." The moment someone of authority stepped in, he moved his foot off of the boy's back and he was quick to rush away, slipping as he got up but finally managing to run behind the cover of the teacher while rubbing his back.

"Explain what's going on right now!" Her stern tone continued, demanding someone to fill them in. Before he could open his mouth, someone else in the class answered.

"He got angry because Jacob tried to erase what was on the board. You walked in after." Blatant lie. Ryder's eyes shifted over to whoever said the words, some blonde girl with blue eyes. She looked away. Only then did the teacher glance back on what was written on the board.

"...Who wrote this on the board? Was it Ryder?"

"She did. No idea why though." Pointing over to Lexie, the blonde girl would just lean back and give her a glare. Girls in the school never did like her at all, it wouldn't even be that surprising to hear that she was the one who wrote it on the board.

"Both of you. Go to the dean's office. Now. Do not make me repeat myself." All of the class seemed to turn against them in a systematic, efficient way that made a small disgust start to boil up in Ryder's gut. He didn't want to be in this room anymore. Not with these people. Fuck explaining this, she could whine all she wanted but she had nothing to prove to any of these people. It wouldn't change anything anyways. He headed for the doorway, trying to push past her and not quite caring what she would do.
 
"I have to go, I'll see you tonight!" With a careless smile thrown over her shoulder Nicola disappeared into the sea of crowding students. That was the thing about their friendship, they never saw each other during school hours because they didn't have to. Nicola had her own group of friends and was in different classes and Lexie had Alexander and Julius. Well...she did have them. They were like two different people when they entered the building, didn't have to constantly be at one another's side.

Her shoulders dropped ever so slightly, a soft sigh falling from her lips. She didn't really want to be alone right now, especially not in the halls when they were still roaming. The brunette just about made it to the door, hazel hues landing on the chalkboard. A small frown curved her lips upwards, brows furrowing. Why were they always so adamant on sticking their noses into other people's business?

Clicking her tongue, she shot a disapproving glance towards Jacob, the bastard insulting her for no goddamn reason. She had fucked a lot of the students in this place, surely if she were going to cry rape she would've done so for them too? Why didn't they click onto the fact that she only cried rape when it was her supposed best friends? Why would she risk their friendship for lies like that? She wouldn't. But nobody wanted to listen to her.

It took everything in her to hide the slight smile that evaded it's way onto her lips at the sight of the new kid tearing into the bastard. She didn't give a fuck, not anymore. They weren't her people she wasn't going to defend them because they didn't defend her. Lexie arched a brow, clearing her throat. "Kristen if I was going to write something on the chalkboard it would've been about your slag of a mother and your father who can't keep it in his pants." The blonde stood, gaze burning.

"Lexie!" The teacher growled, gaze flickering to the door. "Leave now."

With a huff she hiked her bag further up her shoulder, spinning on her heel. "Watch it," She seethed the moment Ryder shoved his way past her. He might've been frightening to the rest of them, but she wasn't scared of him. Only two people really scared her right now and they weren't there.

She faltered almost the second she caught sight of him, though. "Aren't you the asshole who broke a glass bottle over my head last night?" She mused. "Ever been drenched in liquor? That shit is hard to wash out, you know."
 
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"Fuck you." Anyone could've predicted an answer like that coming back at them, especially from someone as spiky as him. Ryder didn't even seem to care that he was in earshot of the teacher, nor of that glare she was burning into his back like it would suddenly make him a polite young man. He would just ignore it while he made his way down the hallway and once more she started speaking to him.

"Aren't you the bitch who was getting jumped by two guys? Yeah. This is the asshole who broke a glass bottle over your head. Suddenly I'm wishing my hand slipped and I aimed it a little lower. He snapped back at her, hoping the shallow threat of violence would make her clamp her mouth shut because he was about two seconds away from confronting her completely. Once she went on about what a pain it was to be drenched with liquor, he took a glance down the hall and up the hall, confirming no one was there.

Surging forward, he yanked those baggy clothes of hers. One hand wrapped around her wrist before slamming it against the lockers behind her to keep her in place, hitching her sleeve down just a little to reveal the bruise she was hiding. The remaining hand moved over to yank down his shirt to reveal his collar bone. Dark purple and red scarring followed the line of his collarbone in a very pronounced fashion as if someone had carved him up like he was meat.

"You want to know how I got this scar, bitch? Let me give you a hint. Someone fucking etched it in with the same shit I used to stop you from being carved up worse than a Christmas turkey that one night. So don't you ever fucking ask me if I know what it's like to be drenched in liquor. Uppity little bitch." If what Lexie wanted was an apology, she might as well have tried to break his teeth in an attempt to get it out of his mouth with how hard he was baring them at her.

Releasing her wrist, he took a step away from her, scratching at his hair like it would chase away the angst he was leaking off like a broken faucet. Where was he suppose to be going? The last thing he wanted was another reason to open his mouth at the woman behind her, he was about two seconds away from giving her another bruise against her cheek for not being able to shut her damn mouth.

"...I'll find it myself." He muttered, starting down the hallway again with his eyes occasionally moving to the door to see which one belonged to the dean.
 
Despite the obvious danger of the man before her, Lexie wasn't afraid. She had been through worse, not just last night either. She had seen worse, at least. That didn't stop the small hiss from escaping her lips the second he slammed her against the lockers, though. Hazel hues zeroed in on the scars etched along his collarbone. "Is that what this is? Are you really going to try and play the pity party right now?" She mused. head tilting to the side.

Why should she care about sparing his feelings when he couldn't care less about anyone else's? Yeah, he chased the two assholes from last night, but that was it. He didn't do it for her benefit, she knew that. He did it because he's full of anger and hatred and violence. He did it because clearly violence was all he knew. "Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Because I don't. Shit happens get the fuck over yourself, Ryder." Perhaps she was a hypocrite, a real big one at that. But it was different for her, the situation was different. She had lost both her best friends and herself last night. And what little respect she held from her classmates. She was a walking talking victim.

And that pill was a little harder to swallow than being carved into like a fucking pumpkin.

"Dean's office is the last one to your left." She muttered, making no effort to move from her place in front of the lockers. She wasn't going. The dean would probably just call her parents, and she really couldn't deal with the disapproving tone of her mother right now. No, fuck that. The brunette could never do anything right in her eyes and fuck did it get tiring.
 
He wasn't about to take her seriously any time soon, especially after she was the one telling him to get over himself. If she could follow her own words, he wouldn't have to hear her whining about getting doused with liquor. Just as he thought that was the last of her, just another face that would blend in with the background and that he could just ignore after this incident, she spoke up again. Last door on the left, but she wasn't coming. It was just the way he wanted it, wasn't it?

Just as he thought that, another set of rats walked down the hallway. Not literal rats, of course... but as far as either of them were concerned, they might as well have been that.

"Aw. Look at her, looks like the rumors were true! She's an ugly little bitch who needs the attention to look pretty." Soft snickers left the mouth of the brunette that walked down the hallway with another dark-haired girl with glasses. Clearly, her partner was far more timid and would just lower her head a little while trying to pass. "Guess some people have no shame, coming back to school after what you pulled." Maybe she was fine being treated like garbage, she had resolved that or decided the words of these people didn't matter for shit to her.

And yet, before she could be the one to tell them off, they heard a far louder bark from a predator much stronger than her.

"Yeah, some people really have no fucking shame. Go beat it, you cunt. And I see you shrinking away, you four-eyed rat. Don't think you're fine because you don't say anything, you're just as bad as your brainless friend here. Now both of you go fuck off before I come over there." It was hard enough being angry at everything that involved him... so why the fuck was he so angry at something that involved her? He had nothing to do with her whatsoever aside from a one night incident that wildly set him off. But why did it set him off in the first place?

The way he snapped at them was more than enough for them to leave, which made him even more angry. Why were they such cowards in the first place? If they wanted to fuck with someone, why were they so easy to shove away? Some part of that depraved psychology was understandable. They wanted a reaction from her and only her, one that was given by someone backed into a corner. Not from him, someone they had full right to be afraid of.

"Tell me how to get the fuck out of this terrible place. Where's the nearest exit?" Confronting the dean with some cocktail of anger and violent urges spilling out every pore of his body was just about the dumbest thing he could manage, even he knew that. He kept his back turned to her, eyes staring dead ahead at the hallway.
 
Coming back to school after what you pulled.

After what you..pulled.


It was ironic how it seemed to be most of the females who had no trouble believing they were rumours, she could partially understand that. Nobody wanted to believe there were predators stalking the hallways, let alone said predators being two of the most well-known boys. They would never do that. Not the Taylor's, they were angels. Hell even most of the teachers had given her dirty looks already, the teachers. If people of authority didn't believe her, what luck did she genuinely have?

Lexie pursed her lips, clearing her throat. She knew the two girls stood before her, they had been trying for months to get in with Alexander's group, much to their dismay. They weren't deemed cool enough, the reality was that Julius just didn't like them. Huh, he had always been a dick. Though to be fair most of the students only wanted to be included so they'd have the chance to be invited to their mansion of a house. A house that no longer seemed cool to her.

She was ready to throw some insults their way, ready to pounce, and hide her own feelings. Until he spoke. His back was still turned to them, but that didn't stop the two from shitting themselves and scurrying off, throwing a glare her way. "You didn't have to do that." She finally murmured, a small smile curving her lips upwards.

Stop defending me.

"Go straight down and take a right, there's a set of stairs leading to a basement with an emergency exit. Nobody ever uses it so you should be in the clear." It was where the three of them had gone to smoke throughout their free periods, a place nobody had found either of them. A place full of fucking memories.
 
"I know that." He replied back, the first softness in his tone revealing that he wasn't all blood and rage in his every interaction. That wasn't something in particular that he needed her to know. It wasn't as if he was trying to prove himself to her. For whatever reason though, he found himself looking back. His eyes met her own for a second. Dark hues staring into her own orbs... and just as soon as he had initiated the eye contact, he had split it off. Was he concerned that she was lying? Or maybe he wanted her to come with him? Whatever the case was, no words left his mouth.

He turned away from her once more before heading for where she had indicated him to go and within a few more moments he was completely out of sight form her, leaving her alone in the hallway once again.

Just as she had said, there was another set of stairs down that led to an empty basement. His eyes glanced around the walls, checking for a camera before deciding he just didn't care enough. He headed down to the basement and then to the emergency exit, also not caring that it might give off an alarm once he pushed it open. Luckily for him, it didn't.

Almost in perfectly ironic timing after he had left the building, his phone lit up with a text.

'Make sure to stay in class.'

"Drop dead." He grumbled, shoving his phone back into the pocket of his jeans before leaving the vicinity to head off for whatever he wanted to do. Heading back to the dorms when class was in session sounded like a bad idea. He might've seemed mindless and violent from a glance, but he was far more intelligent than any of the dogs at this school gave him credit for. Not like anything of that mattered, he cared little about what they thought of him.

Instead, he headed towards the city. It was his first day in, he might as well have a look around.
 
For the next three days of the school week there were since he arrived on a Wednesday, school went uneventfully. He was grateful. His roommate was some completely silent guy with glasses, didn't even bother to talk to him on the first day and considering what he wanted out of people... which was nothing at all, that was just perfect. Go home, sleep the day off, don't deal with anyone you don't need to. He was quickly setting off on his loner lifestyle. Despite what he had done on the first day, he got surprisingly few glares, it seemed like just the right mixture of violence and intimidation to make people just avoid him in general.

No one liked to try and corner prey that could turn on them, after all.

Setting a towel over his neck, he stepped out of the shower with a small sigh. The only thing he was wearing was a sleeveless white top with a pair of baggier sweatpants. They should've been baggy, but every inch of his body was broad and decently hardened, he filled out his clothes close to perfectly. Ryder returned to his room for just a moment to grab some things so he could head out, throwing a sweater over his back to cover up a little more before his eyes raised to his partner in the room. All he saw was the square illumination of the screen across his glasses.

"I'm heading out. You want anything?" No reply. Maybe it should've ticked him off, he was offering some courtesy after all... but the more rational part of his brain told him that this guy had a reason to be the way he was. No reason to push it. He headed out. The common room was just in front of the dorm's only entrance and exit, an all too apparent crowd having formed along the couches on the East side that linked into the girl's dormitory.

"Trying to head back, Lexie? Who did you just get back from fucking?" Familiar blonde hair met his eyes. The same blonde little liar from his first class, the one who threw him under the bus. He was more than happy to get into a fight with her but after that one incident, she seemed to avoid him religiously. Fine with him, she knew to keep her head down.

"Didn't she fuck your boyfriend and make him break up with you Sydney? And then this little bitch cries about how he hid the fact that he was going out with someone. Guess you'll do whatever to get into someone's pants, huh?" He didn't know this one. Redhead with freckles, a hand on her hips as she stared down the girl.

"Ugh. Don't even remind me of that! I've never seen a bigger whore in my life." The black-haired girl took the liberty of repaying Lexie by throwing her water forward with a jerk, dousing her completely while the other two blocked her from being able to get past and into her dorm.

...Always in the right place at the right time, apparently. No, that was wishful thinking. It wasn't that he was always there when these things happened to her. They were always happening to her so he ended up walking in on them whenever she was there. That was the more likely conclusion.

"Move." They all turned to face him, taking a step back. It raised an eyebrow. Were there rumors going around about him?

"...Fuck, so it is true." One of them mumbled, turning away and walking off towards the girl's wing while the others reluctantly slunk after her.

"Hey!? What the hell do you mean?" Rumors? About him? Before he could bother to leave from the entrance they were blocking, his eyes moved onto the girl in front of him. She looked terrible. Physically and psychologically, even if it was obvious she was trying to hide that much. For a moment he just stood in front of her. Words were lost on him. Again, it wasn't as if he was particularly trying to help her. She was just there, the people tormenting her were in his way, he dealt with them.

Everyone else in the school just walked around it or skimmed as if it was something normal.
 
Three days. The brunette had been in both emotional and physical hell for three days. She had spent the Wednesday buried under bed sheets, refusing to move even when Nicola attempted to pry her away. Thursday and Friday she had been forced to attend classes, not literally of course, but she couldn't miss out on three days of education. She could've done without the torment though. It was ironic how everything had fallen apart, one minute she was living her life to the fullest surrounded by people she thought cared about her, and the next she was nothing.

She hadn't eaten properly since that night. A single bite of a granola bar was all that she was living off of right now. It wasn't that she wasn't hungry, it was more so that she couldn't keep anything down. An appetite wasn't really something she could hold, she simply...lacked motivation. Nicola had been in her business more than usual lately too, something she knew she was only doing because she was worried. Lexie still refused to tell her what had happened, probably out of fear that she wouldn't believe her, just like everybody else. They didn't even know what had happened. All they knew was that she was at the hospital. Who planted that she was crying rape?

Lexie wasn't living anymore. Hell, she wasn't even surviving. Because that meant she would've done anything to stay alive, but she wasn't. She was breathing. That was it. The brunette had only left her dorm for about five minutes before she turned and scurried back through the building, perhaps it was out of fear of seeing the two brother's, or maybe it was because she didn't want to be outside anymore. Either way, she was done with fresh air for the day. A soft sigh fell from chapped lips the moment her gaze fell on the two girls stood before her, the very same ones who had blamed her earlier that week.

The water hit her and she jumped ever so slightly with a quiet gasp. "Fuck," She muttered clenching her jaw. "Haven't you had enough yet?" She snapped, glare meeting their gazes. "So I fucked your boyfriend get over it! Maybe he wouldn't of lied about being in a relationship if you satisfied him enough to keep his dick in his pants!" She was so fucking done, with them, with everyone.

Move.

Her gaze shot up, hazel hues connecting with his dark ones. That one word was all it had taken to have the group of girls scurrying in the other direction. "You have to teach me that." She murmured, finally.
 
"You know it wouldn't work the same way for you that it does for me." He replied back plainly. It wasn't anything to be proud of, not for him at least. Most of the respect grounded in his words and actions was set by a principle of violence and intimidation. As long as it kept people off his back, he didn't really care what he had to do. An existence like hers was beyond pathetic to him, not that he would've ever bothered to run his mouth about that. Taking a few steps forward, he dug his finger against her shirt. Soaked and sticky to her skin, just about what he expected. There were plenty of things he didn't understand and many that he didn't really care to but he had to at least ask.

"Why don't you contact administration if you're being bullied?" It was a simple solution, but he didn't know anything about this girl. Common sense to him may have very well been unfathomable to someone like her, or maybe there were conditions that he knew nothing about. Whatever the case was, he wouldn't judge. His dark gaze just stared back at her own, waiting for an answer. Ryder gazed over down the hallway, noting that one of the girls was still looming, likely waiting until her little guard dog would've left.

He had no obligation to help her. No obligation to stay by her side. It was also undeniably true that she and him were linked through some messy rumor and that his continued interference in her torment was probably the reason why people thought that. The solution was simple, right? He should've just ignored her from now on.

Of course, that would only be the natural course of thought for someone who grew up on this school. Ryder had nothing to do with that, he knew nothing who had the power, who called the shots, he didn't give a single fuck about who not to mess with. He was new here. He wouldn't be whipped by the pressure of the people around him.

"I don't really care what you do, Lexie. But they're staring you down like a pack of hyenas. I doubt you'll get to your room. If you want to tag along, go ahead." There was a moment of delay before he took off the black sweater and offered it to her. Compared to her, he was massive. He easily towered a foot above her and his clothes followed in suit, being two sizes too large for her. "You can use it to dry off. I don't really care."

Ryder also didn't particularly care if she took his offer. If she wanted to get into a mess on her own and deal with it on her own, more power to her. Now that the itch on his wounds had slowly started to fade, his mood rose to the point that he wasn't a wild dog tearing at the throats of whoever so much as breathed in his vicinity.
 
"Yeah," She breathed. It wouldn't work for her, she didn't have what it took to intimidate someone, let alone have them actually listen and be afraid of her. She jumped the moment his fingers brushed along her shirt, taking an immediate step back, a sudden laugh erupting from her lips. "Contact administration?" She mused. "Because most of the people that waltz these halls have their heads stuck up the Taylor's asses, including the staff and administration." She shifted from one foot to another, clearing her throat.

"And in case you haven't noticed I'm not exactly high up on everyone's list right now, nobody would take me seriously." She had thought about telling them, or at least confiding in somebody, but it'd get out. People would find out and she'll be targeted even more. That one saying, snitches get stitches, was a huge thing around the Academy. Especially if said thing could ruin ones life as much as it could ruin the Taylor's.

He offered his sweater to her and she froze, gaze blinking down at the material. He was right, she wouldn't make it back to her room, at least not completely unscathed. If Nicola saw her right now...she'd be pissed. Blowing out a breath she grasped the fabric from him, ringed fingers gripping it. "Uh, thank you." She muttered, still a little taken back.

A single glance down the hallway had her shifting, spinning on her heel. "Where are you going?" She piped up, despite the sweater being ridiculously too long for her, she slid it on anyway. Reasons being that at least she wouldn't be cold, and another being that baggy clothes had been her style as of late. At least nobody would be able to see her body.
 
"Store and back. I don't know shit about this city though, maybe a good chance to figure some things out." Now that the sweater had been off him, it exposed the powerful structure of muscles over his arms and biceps. Even lining around his shoulders and back, the visible definition was there... but even more prominently than that were the patches, strips, and streaks of darker or lighter colored skin that signified scars. He had so many of them, some that seemed far more intense than others like he had been dropping into a grinder multiple times. Some people would be embarrassed or even taken aback showing wounds like that out in the open but he didn't even seem to flinch or reference them, as if it was just another casual occurrence for him. Getting into fights seemed to be a regular thing for him.

Continuing out of the dorms and through the school grounds, he headed past the nearest convenience store. He found maybe a handful of familiar looking students though just like with everyone else, he just shoved past them. Grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerated section and two granola bars, he paid for the items before continuing on through the city's sidewalks at a leisurely pace. They weren't going anywhere in particular. She wasn't being led down to any dark, secluded regions either. Not like he seemed as if he was the type to rape her, if anything it seemed like he would've rather decked her across the face than spread her legs.

Before long, they had made their way into a park and he sat at the nearest bench. Every so often, a handful of people would jog or run past them. Pulling the bottle of water out of the plastic bag, he took a sip before offering it to her. along with one of the snack bars. "It's a little fucking inconvenient. Getting mixed up with you has left most of these asswipes completely mute. I can't ask about shit. Plus my roommate doesn't say anything at all, like he's dead." That guy felt a little different to him than the others, but he wouldn't be surprised if his roommate was just like all the other sheep that infested the school.

"People call you Lexie. That your real name or some cutesie shit they slapped onto you?" That was about as close as she would get to a compliment from someone like him. Peeling back the wrapper of the granola bar, he took about four whole bites until the treat was completely devoured. "So? You going to tell me? About this hierarchy shit. What's it got to do with you anyways? Who are the Taylors? You got a problem with them?" Unbeknownst to him, he also had a problem with them. The sort of problem that would urge him to smash a broken bottle down one of the brother's throats. Ryder draped one arm behind the back of the bench, long legs spreading out in front of her eyes.
 
Hazel hues traced along the scars lining his body, both old and new. Where had he gotten them all from? Surely they weren't all from fights he had gotten himself into? Though it wouldn't be at all surprising if they were. He was the confrontational type, the kind to jump straight into violence. Which to some degree she understood, after all, violence was the only way to get people to listen to you sometimes. It showed the stark difference between the two though. She had only been given a couple bruises and had made it her goal to keep them hidden ever since, whereas he clearly didn't give a fuck who saw his scars and bruising. She supposed they were from completely different situations.

The walk was a quiet one, neither of them bothering to talk to one another. It wasn't the awkward kind of silence though, it was the peaceful kind. The kind where you don't need to talk to fill the space between, the kind where words just weren't enough. Her fingers gently toyed with the frayed hem of the sweater, gaze locked on the floor beneath her. She wasn't entirely comfortable being out, but a small part of her knew that if either of the two magically appeared, Ryder wouldn't let them start anything. Probably not for her sake, but more so for his.

Before long they had made their way towards a small park, where they sat on a bench. It wasn't as secluded but most of the people were runners and harmless. She took a small sip of the water offered to her, but shook her head at the offering of one of the snack bars. "I'm okay," She murmured. She had promised she'd try and eat something today, but something a lot more hearty than a granola bar. Something she'd probably make when she got back to her dorm. She rose a brow at his words, a small smile toying at the corner of her lips. "Nobody would've told you shit anyway, and if they did it would've been lies."

Shifting into a slightly more comfortable position, she tilted her head. "Lexie is my real name, you'd think they'd make up some bullshit names though, wouldn't you?" She mused. "They do and say whatever the fuck they feel like, but calling me by anything other than my actual name is a crime." He asked about the Taylor's and she so desperately wanted to tell him about them. Maybe she could. Maybe it'd do her some good to finally talk about what happened, even if he didn't believe her. After all people always say talking to strangers about your problems works better than talking to somebody close to you.

"Alexander and Julius Taylor, both walking royalty of the academy." Her gaze flickered from the trees to the sky, her head tilting ever so slightly. "They were my best friends, we were inseparable for three years. Quite literally, you never saw any of us alone." A bitter laugh fell from her lips, one that made even her own skin crawl. "Until a few nights ago. We were over at their house, their parents weren't home...I thought we were just going to hang, you know? Like we always used to."

Her hands shook as ringed fingers tugged gently on the sleeve once again, the words seemingly getting caught in her throat. "But we didn't. At least they clearly didn't want to. I told them to stop every time their hands would roam. Don't get me wrong, you've heard the rumours, I don't mind sex, you know? But I never wanted to have it with them, they were like brothers to me, I never saw either of them as anything more. But none of them cared about that. Julius, he uh, he pinned me down."

Breathe.

Exhaling a shaky breath she lifted a single shoulder in a half-assed shrug. "I escaped afterwards and made it to the hospital and well, you saw the rest." For some reason it actually felt good to get it all off of her chest, she didn't even care if he believed her or not. "Anyway, how come you transferred? It's a shit school, nobody would willingly transfer here." That much she knew.
 
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All throughout her words, he would just silently sit and listen. It was clear that he was following her every word, he would pause and look in her direction whenever she hesitated just to avert his gaze once more once she began to speak. It wasn't an explanation that took particularly long nor something that he needed to digest for a while but for whatever reason, he simply sat there silent after she finished. Another minute or so would pass until finally he reached over to rustle her hair a little like he might've done to a young child. His hand was coarse and rough, hardened as well as if he had been doing hard labor for the last few years.

"You're a fighter, then. I can respect that." Anyone could look at the two of them and clearly say without a shadow of doubt that the two were nothing like one another. Most of that observation was superficial, he was simply the sort to get physical. It didn't change the fact that they both didn't take shit from anyone, no matter how many people were against them or who they were. It wasn't something that was reflected in his words, but he found it undeniably sexy, enough so that the corner of his lip slid up just slightly in a smile.

The moment she had started to pry about him was the moment that warmth between them immediately came to a close. His back tensed, eyes changing from a passive glance to a straight glare against her that was all too common to the look he gave her on the very first day they met. For a moment, it almost felt like he was going to loom over her to intimidate her like he did so many others. Instead, he would take a deep breath before leaning back on the bench and staring up at the blue sky.

"...Don't fucking ask me that." Every time he let out venomous words like that, he spat them out. This time around, it sounded more like a defeated sort of mumble, something that seemed to be all too out of place for a guy as headstrong as him. Rather than letting her pry or push, he offered another question back. "What are you going to do about the two dipshits? Kill them?" Crunching up the wrappers in his hands, he tossed them into the bin next to the bench before standing up once more and offering her his hand to help her up.

"I got sent here by some people who didn't really give a shit about me and told me to lay my head low. So I'm going to do the exact opposite of that whenever it's convenient for me. Maybe you should take that approach too, it looks like you're sitting on rock bottom here." Granted, she didn't really know anything about the guy in front of her except for the fact that he was massive, toned, and covered in scars. When he mentioned killing them, it was just a morbid joke more than anything else but to anyone else who would've jumped at the chance to judge him by his appearance, it may as well have been a genuine threat.

"Let's head back. That pack of hyenas probably fucked off by now." He offered, eyes glancing up at the sky that was slowly darkening. "...Have to get you back before it's dark out." Mumbling softly under his breath, he turned away from her to start heading back in the direction of the dorms.
 
"Yeah," She murmured. She wasn't a fighter, nowhere near that, but she wasn't about to comment on it especially when they seemed to be getting somewhere. How can she be called a fighter when every day for the past week she's wanted nothing more than to die? Then again she supposed that was what would make her a fighter, the urge to give up but ignoring it. It was weird to her, being able to openly talk about all this to him. Considering she had yet to tell Nicola anything, you'd think she wouldn't of wanted to tell anyone at all.

Lexie arched a brow as he ruffled her hair, a small laugh tearing from her lips. Before she managed to utter a single word though before he was spitting his sentence at her. A sentence that had her sighing. And just like that, all efforts were gone. "I didn't mean to pry." She quipped. She held nothing against him for his defenses shooting back up, she understood. Just because she was all too willing to spill her secrets to him, doesn't mean he felt the same. What are you going to do about the two dipshits? Kill them?

For some reason his question had the brunette biting back yet another laugh, followed by the slow shaking of her head. "I wish," She sighed, a little too dramatically. "But no, I can't kill them. I'm not going to do anything about them," She lifted a single shoulder, dragging her gaze from the sky to his. "What can I do?" She mused. As much as she would've loved to have some sort of justice, she couldn't bear the thought of having to go through court. Or the process of filing a report. It was their word against hers, and she wouldn't be able to deal with the downfall if they won.

"I have yet to actually see them since that night so I guess I'm just going to ignore 'em."

Her hand grasped his the moment he held it out to help her up, offering him a small smile in return. "Ah...so you're rebelling?" She grinned. "Well if it's any consolation I think you're doing a pretty good job at that already. Not everybody can say they've attacked one student and threatened two all in the span of less than two days." She teased.

She nodded despite the sudden overwhelming urge to stay outside. Perhaps it had more to do with the boy beside her than it did the fresh air. "Yeah my roommates probably worried anyway." It was a lie, something he didn't have to know.
 
"...If she's anywhere near as sociable as my roommate, I'm calling bullshit on that Lexie." Ryder made no motion to take the sweater off from her body. His mind wasn't on anything like that, it was on something far more simple. She had surprisingly soft hands. It just reminded him more and more of how much his had hardened. It left him with a surprising level of disgust for himself. No one was messing with him, but it wasn't the life that he wanted. Both his body and his reputation had been hardened by violence, he was nothing like her. Inadvertently, his expression turned into a scowl while they continued back to the dorm.

The trip back would've been pleasant if not for the sour look on his face and how he seemed more than reluctant to let a single word out. It would've even looked as if he might've been annoyed with her. When it came to socializing, he was pathetically poor at it-- a rock would probably have better capabilities of expressing itself than he would. Pushing the front doors of the dorm open, he was met face to face with another familiar individual. Messy black hair, thick looking glasses.

"We asked you if you were blind, four-eyes. How the fuck do you bump into someone right in front of you in an open room?" More bullshit to deal with. The guy in question was the all too familiar roommate of his. Instead of saying anything, he just hung his head down as if he could wait for everything to pass just by staying silent.

"Guess your mouth doesn't work either, huh?" One shove against his chest would force him back a couple of times, getting a few laughs from the gang of three guys that were ganging up on him. It was a strange sight. His roommate was taller than all three of them, he even looked broader than them. When push came to shove, he was completely pathetic for some reason.

"Talk to you later, Lexie." Mumbling under his breath, he gave her a wave before leaving her at the front entrance to deal with the issue unfolding. The next shove was met with a grasp on the wrist of one of the bullies. Immediately, they swung their gaze in sheer surprise at Ryder.

"I don't really plan on stopping what you're doing since I don't really give a shit, but would you happen to know this guy's name? I dorm with him and don't even fucking know it." Pointing his thumb back at the other guy, the three boys went frigid and silent at the same time. Maybe one of them had thought that Ryder was playing around-- a subtle way of saying. 'Back the fuck up, I dorm with this guy and will kick your ass.' Without bothering to answer his question, they backed away into the male wing of the dormitory without another word.

In a similar fashion, his roommate sulked past Ryder without another word.

"Hey! You ever fuckin' thought of saying thank you?! Shit... the people around here must be subhuman or something." What the fuck was up with this place? He bore his glare into the guy's back like it would make him turn around and act like a human, but it was unsuccessful. He just left the dorm without so much as looking back.

"You wouldn't happen to know what that guy's name is, right Lexie?" He might as well try. Someone had to know something about that guy.
 
They arrived back at the dorms seemingly at the right time. A group of boys she vaguely recognized cornering a boy, ironically a little taller than all three of them. Ryder left her at the entrance, despite speaking directly to her, his gaze never wavered from the scene before them. She didn't leave though. She was too focused on the scene unfolding her before, gaze never flickering from Ryder's as he spoke. For someone who considered himself to be something of a hard-ass he always seemed to be the one all too eager to jump in and stand up for those who would never dare stand up for themselves.

It was sweet, in a way. Something she knew she could never bring up to him. Some people didn't particularly like it when others stood up for them, though. A notion she figured was true for the guy who shoved past Ryder without so much as a glance in his direction. A small frown toyed at the corner of her lips, however, she remained silent. Until the boy turned his gaze in her direction, a question falling from his lips. "I don't, sorry." She mused, head tilting. "Why don't you ask head of administration? Is it against the rules to give names?" She pondered, offering a quiet laugh at his frustration.

"Make a name for him," She commented. "You know like...something dumb. Annoy him so much until he has no other choice but to give you his actual name." Maybe it was childish, but that had been how she'd made friends back in elementary school. Her lips parted, prepared to fire back again, before the slight buzz from her phone caught her attention.

With furrowed brows she fished her phone from her back pocket, gaze zeroing in on the message Nicola had sent.

To: Lex <3
From: Nicola
Hey! Not sure where you are or why you aren't back yet but, uh, Julius is here. You haven't filled me in on anything yet and I had somewhere to be so I told him to just wait in our dorm. Hope that's okay! I'll be back soon.


The colour drained from her face, surprisingly making her look paler than usual. She swallowed, shoving the phone back into her pocket. She wasn't mad at Nicola, as far as she knew, the three of them had simply had something of a falling out. For all she knew, Julius could've been there to apologize. Besides three years had passed of Nicola simply letting the two brother's in, it wasn't unusual.

But his presence didn't bring her anywhere near as much joy as it used to.

Plastering on a smile, she glanced over at Ryder, brow raised. "Roommate emergency, don't forget to nag him with a fake name!" Calling the words over her shoulder with a small laugh, she ventured down the halls of her dormitory.

Until she reached her own. With a sudden jolt of determination, she sauntered in. All too prepared to tell the blonde asshole to stay away from her.
 
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