Sander's 'Sitting! Sander's Sides x Reader

A/N: Trigger warning! Bullying takes place in this chapter! Reader discretion is advised.

Y/N POV

School is great. My teachers are kind, my peers are all my best friends, and we have little to no homework.

Of course, life can't let you have anything without throwing something awful in the mix.

At least that's how it feels. My something awful, is actually a someone. Actually, it's a group of someones. There is a little clique that likes to hang out outside our school and do... less than intelligent things. They're a group of girls by the names of Jessica, Shayla, Kira, Lillian, and Ambré.

One day, they blew the smoke from various drugs in both my face and my friend's faces, and another time, they ripped out bags off our shoulders to take our stuff. This behaviour has been going on for months now, and it's getting annoying.

Today is the final straw.

I walk outside, relieved to not see them outside. I plug my earbuds in and blast some music to unwind. Suddenly I see a man's hand over my mouth. I freeze, careful not to breathe. I slowly reach into my pocket to pull out a pencil, and I jab the person in the stomach with it.

The pencil doesn't cause any severe damage, but the girls and their boyfriends aren't any less mad. I quickly reach into my backpack and grab my taser and pocket knife, which I hold behind my back.

One of the boys tries to grab me I jab at him with the knife to distract him, careful not to cut him, and I use my taser on him. The one right behind him knocks that stuff out of my hands and pushes me to the ground. My pocket knife is still in reach, so without him noticing, I am able to grab the knife and hide it in my sleeves. The second boy holds my wrists and pins me to the floor. I rip my hands free and grab the back of the boys collar while crossing my wrists. I then squeeze until the boy's face resembles Violet Beauregard's face. He then passed out and falls to the side. I stand, brushing off the bruises and scars.

"Look," I say, breathing heavily. "I don't know what I did to you, or what I did to deserve any of this, but I am sick of it! You toss my friends and I around like rag dolls, and treat us like putrid garbage! I won't stand for it anymore! So if you want to assault me, and bully me, that's fine! But if you so much as even look at my friends, I will do something that I won't regret. Got it?"

The girls pretend to laugh it off as the police car rolls up. I walk over to Ambré and whisper in her ear:

"Don't worry, it's for you. Have fun, jailbird. Revenge is a dish best served in the bottom of a cold, filthy, empty jail cell." I say coldly.

As the police take the people away and the paramedic treats my wounds, I yell after them.

"Hey! In my defence, I thought orange would be a lovely colour on you!"

The cops cars drive out of sight and my friends run out the front door towards me. Xavier inspects my wounds and holds me. I burst into tears at the thought of what I just did, hot tears streaking down my face and soaking Xavier's shoulder. He doesn't even bat an eye. He just picks me up bridal-style and carries me to the car.

"Are you okay?" F/N asks, checking my wounds. "They didn't hurt you badly, did they?"

I try my best to hold back my tears.

"Who cares if they did? It's not like it matters. It's not like I'd care, or anyone else for that matter." I reply.

"Hey! You don't get to say that, okay! No matter how you feel right now, you don't get to say that no one cares because I know your dad is worried, and we're all worried! So shut up and stop degrading yourself for once in your life because you don't deserve that kind of treatment!" Jason yells before turning around and facing forward in his seat.