Slut! You're hideous; I don't know why he's dating you! He can do much better! You're so ugly! You're so stupid! You're a whore! Go die and burn in Hell! Maybe I should steal him from you! Ugh, so you're the troll that hottie is going out with? Oh snap! Some one is mooning us, oh wait, never mind it's just your face! Holy crap, is that a monkey or a person. You're so ugly, Sasquatch takes pictures of you! Seriously, why is he going out with you, maybe he has brain damage or something.
Each word drove stakes through your heart. You knew it was true, your 3-year Italian, tsundere boyfriend, Lovino Vargas, was one of the most popular boy is school, yet he decided to date you, one of the unpopular kids. You wiped away tears that began to stream down your cheeks; you had been getting your history books for your next class when they suddenly came up to you and started telling you all these awful things. They left laughing while you cried.
"(name)?" A familiar voice called out suddenly behind you. You turn to see a happy-go-lucky Italian, but instead of him smiling from ear to ear like usually, his amber orbs were widened with worry. He wipes some tears away with the sleeves of his black hoody. He wore a grey shirt underneath, black skinny jeans, converse high-tops, and a gold rosary and his curl on the left side of his head. He was the complete opposite of his brother.
"(Name), are you alright?" The voice called again, yanking you out of your thoughts. You look up, tears still in your eyes.
"Y-yes Feli?" You answer back, holding back sobs and more tears.
"Ve~ what's the matter? You're crying, big brother would be pissed off," he said worriedly.
"If I tell you, can you keep a secret?" You asked. Feliciano wasn't good at a lot of things, particularly sports, but he sure was the guy to go to when you had trouble with your love life. Sure, he daydreams a lot and wanders off, and of course when he takes his siesta, he takes off his nap and forgets to put them on at times, but he gives off this sense of happiness and cheer that just made you feel better.
"Sure," He said as he walked with you to your history class on the second floor.
"Well, it was the bullies," You say quietly, clutching your books tighter to your chest and lowering your head so your bangs covered your eyes.
"Again? (Name)-- you should really tell Lovino about it," He said, his voice laced with worry, yes it was true, you kept it a secret from Lovino because you didn't want him to look at you like a weak victim and break-up with you, you loved him with all your heart and it will kill you to know he didn't love you anymore.
"No! I can handle this on my own," You say, wiping away fresh tears that continuously fell.
"Well, I'll see you at lunch," he says once you're seated at your desk, "Ciao (name)," and with that he walked out your classroom door. Your teacher entered the room and soon class was underway, though you couldn't concentrate for all that ran through your mind were the hurtful comments from the bullies and Lovino and your future.
*~*~At Lunch Time*~*~
You plop down at your usual table and put your head down. You didn't bother getting lunch, for you knew that every single day your personal lunch box reflecting on your personality. Tears threaten to run again as you sat alone at the table.
You feel someone's presence in front of you, you half expect it to be Kiku, Half excepting it to be Feliciano all excepting Lovino, but what you did not expect was the bullies, they were surrounding you, they were all boys this time, and they intimidated you.
"So, I heard you pushed my little sister in the hallway because she said she liked Lovino, Is this true?" He asked. You shook your head quickly. "Well why did you push her?" He asked again.
"I didn't push any one. It isn't in my nature to use violence," You say quietly, your bangs covering your eyes.
One of them grabbed your arms and yanked you to stand violently, you yelped in pain as he pulled you closely to his face, he smelled disgusting, like axe, sweat and ass. "Well then, maybe a little kiss should make everything better," he said as he leaned in. You scream and push him away, trying to pry your arm from his steel grip.
Suddenly, someone's hand grips the boy's shoulder. He turns, his face filled with annoyance. And then, POW! Right in the kisser! The boy screams in pain as he lets go of you, covering his bloody mouth. His front two teeth had been knocked out.
You look up to see Lovino, he is livid with rage, grabbing the boy by the collar and seething anger. Part of you wanted to curl up and cry, out the other part wanted him to hold you closely. "Listen bastard, I swear if you every try something like that with my girl I swear you will not live to see another day, is that clear?!" He says, shaking him violently.
"O-okay! Just please let me go!" The guy says, trembling with fear. Lovino had the tough guy reputation; He had gotten in several fights, won them all, and never gets in trouble. He had a squeaky clean record, perfect grades and all the teachers at him manipulation. He had several friends, a rich family, and there were rumors that his family had connection with the Italian mafias.
He dropped him and the boy fell to the floor. He quickly scrambled up and he and his group left running out the cafeteria. You turn to Lovino, he is glaring at the direction the boys had fled to when out of the corner of his hazel eyes, you shook like a leaf and tears streamed down your cheeks.
"(Name)!" He said quickly embracing you in a hug; you bury your face in his chest and let small tears escape as you inhale his intoxicating smell. It was nothing like the previous one, his smell was all natural, he smelled like Tomatoes, each and every single day. It was just another thing you loved about him, he didn't try to be handsome, and it just came naturally. But you could care less about looks, all you cared about was the fact that he loved you, and he treated you like a princess. He must have been raised in the arms of a queen.
"Your okay right, are you hurt?" He asked you as he pulled away, staring into your [e/c] orbs. You shook your head before he pulled you into another tight hug. You hug him back even tighter as Antonio once told you; the greatest feeling in the world is hugging someone you love, and having them hug you back even tighter.
"Bella, if they did anything to you, anything, tell me, and I'll send them to the ends of the earth," He tells you tucking some of your [h/c] hair behind your ear. You look up at him, this is Lovino you love, sweet to women, particularly you, and cold to men, the man who was afraid to love before he met you, who seems tougher than his brother, but is just as cowardly and ineffectual, who is unskilled with his hands, but an excellent pit pocket, and speaking profanity to anyone, and almost anyone, but you.
And yet, the disgusting and verbal abuse of the bullies cloaked around you heart and created a thick wall of depress and it let nothing else go on in your mind. It was true; Lovino could do better than you. He could have gone out with Elizabeta or Mei, but he had chosen you, an otaku in the anime club. He told you he loved you for you and not your looks.
"-ella, did they do anything to you?" His voice rang in your ears, snapping you out of your thoughts. You look up at him; he is looking at you, a concerned look on his face. You shake your head and soon, Gilbert, Kiku, Ludwig and Feliciano arrive. He glared at them, seething anger like before.
"And where exactly were you four?" He growled under his breath.
"Ve vere at zhe Library, dropping off some books," Ludwig answered back in a matter-of-factly way. He was the more or less leader of your friends; he's tough, way too serious and always listens to the rules. He can't stands mistakes and is too much of a neat freak. He loves making sweets, reading books and walking his adorable dogs. At first, he was very awkward while talking to you, and now he's somewhat like an older brother figure to you.
"Well couldn't you do that afterschool," Lovino said, is voice rising with anger "(name) was nearly raped!" He said, trying to keep him voice down for the sake of everyone around him.
"Is that true (name)-Chan?" Kiku asked. He was the quietest and shyest of your friend, but he is very curious about other people's cultures and other nation's traditions. He's the otaku, who is horrified of the idea of being nude and of other people laying there hands on him, though you knew he kept hentai under his bed. He hated cockroaches so much, he cried when he saw one. He was in hikikomori for several years before he came to high school and met your group, and then you became the best of friends.
You stood up abruptly and walk away, trying to get anywhere but near Lovino and your friends. You raced to the roof, where you walked to the very edge. You gripped the railing so tight, that your knuckles turned white. You lowered your head as you thought of all the things the bullies had said. Your life was perfect until a month ago. That's when all the attacks had begun, your last month of High school, and someone had gone as far as throwing a brick through your window where you were asleep, it nearly got your head but you ducked in time. It had a note attached to it, demanding you break up with Lovino.
You then looked up at the sky, praying to whatever god was there that it help you get through this crisis. The wind blew your [h/c] hair very lightly as your [e/c] scanned the heavens. You slowly looked down at your clothes; you weren't the richest girl in school so you had hand-me-downs. You wore a one strapped [f/c] striped shirt and some black skinny jeans with open toed flats. Your [h/c] was loose and shone brightly, and you wore a necklace with the letters L and [letter your name starts with]. Lovino had bought it for you as a gift for your six month anniversary, it was beautiful; the letters diamond encrusted and it was made of real gold.
You let out a distraught sigh as you hear someone approaching you. You turn to see your obnoxious American friend, Alfred, a bright smile on his face. "Hey ______, what's up?!"
You sigh again, "Hey Alfred, not much, just a lot of trouble. Hey, do you mind telling the teacher's I got sick and went home?" You ask.
He let out his obnoxious laugh "Of course! The hero's got your back!" He shouted.
"Thanks a bunch Alfred, I'll treat you to McDonalds one day!" You call as you make your way down the stairs. If there's one thing Alfred liked more than being the hero, its McDonalds. You rush home; not worrying about your parents, for you knew they were on a business trip.
You throw open the door and race up to your room. You open the door to your room and drop your backpack by the corner. You throw yourself onto your soft bed and curl up into a ball. You didn't want to do it, you were actually afraid to do it, but you didn't know what else to do. You cry yourself into a nap.