#highschool!verse

“...What’re you looking at?” Had that guy been standing there the entire time? Did he just watch her get her ass kicked, bloodied and beaten up? 

“I can’t believe this...” Of all people to show the new guy around, the teachers picked her. Why? She doesn’t know. But if it’ll keep her from failing her maths class, she might as well.

“I- I fuckin’ get it, okay!? You’re sick of me, I know!”

Who the fuck even needs friends. She doesn’t. Girls are too prissy anyway. Fuck them. That’s the last time she ever has a sleepover with anyone. Thankfully, that means it will also be the last time she lets anyone treat her like this again.

So she picks up her things and leaves in the middle of the night. Iori, wearing her pajamas, has nothing with her besides her bag, her phone with a cracked screen, a broken hairbrush, and nail polish that she’d bought specifically for this occasion that ended up all over her clothes. Nail polish. How was she supposed to know that they wouldn’t want to paint eachother’s nails?! Isn’t that what girls do?! Why did they even invite her over in the first place if this is how it was going to end up?!

She doesn’t know. But she’s scared.

It’s the middle of the night, and Iori has to walk home by herself. It’s not like the neighborhood is high-crime or anything, but still. It’s dark, and she hates when it’s dark. She debates for a moment if she’d get yelled at for just camping out in a 24/7 corner store until morning, but decides against it.

Friends wouldn’t let eachother not have somewhere to go. And yet, here she was, with nowhere to go. Nowhere to go but home. By herself. In the dark.

“So... You’re just like the rest of ‘em, huh?”

That’s the fourth “boyfriend” she’s had this semester. Why do they insist on this kind of thing? Pretend they like her just for shits and giggles with their friends, and then leave her once they’re bored of her. Is it because she’s mean and scary? Or is it because she’s chubby? She doesn’t know, and for some reason, she keeps falling for the same trick.

On her walk home, she removes the charm from her phone, given to her by the most recent loss. She stands on the bridge, staring out over the water and finding that the only thing to enjoy right now is the gentle breeze. With a frustrated grunt, she chucks that cellphone charm into the river.

Iori’s supposed to be scary. Intimidating. Of course she can’t hold a boyfriend, guys don’t want that. They want petite, quiet girls who always listen and aren’t rowdy.

Why can’t she be like that. Why can’t she just be normal. Why can’t she just stop being such a dumbass.

Just stare at the ground, try not to make a scene. She’s already nearly gotten into a few fights today, because people can’t keep their damn mouths shut. The brunette stops and stands off to the side. Almost immediately, she looks up again, watches someone pass by, and then does a double-take.

“Jamie?” She reaches out to grab the male’s arm, effectively dropping everything she was holding. But Iori seems visibly shaken when she realizes it’s not him, and then lets go.

With a trail of girls and guys around him he entered his classroom and sat at the desk which contained a note card with his name written on it. Setting his bag down his desk was then surrounded. It was bothersome. The only thing Souchin wanted to do in that moment was hide.