Arty looked to his two friends, "Come on guys lets head to class..." Arty smiled at them both with a smile that was a bit feminine, "Maybe Willow will be feeling better," Arty threw his binder into his bag and fixed his long black hair as he walked. Arty looked almost female with the way he walked and the way hedid his hair. As he approached class his least favorite person in the world, a bully named Alex whose father was put in prison by Arty's mom, "Hey queer..." Arty tensed up hard, "Leave me alone Alex..." The bully smirked, "really why? so you can go and try to convince your buddies to date you?" Arty tried to shove past him, "leave me alone!" only to be slung to the floor, "Get to class fag..." Alex laughed and highfived his buddies while Arty fought the tears as he practically ran to his desk. when he sat down he lay his head into his arms and sobbed softly.

Jeremiah flipped through the comic Arty had drawn for him as he walked to the classroom. He couldn't help but smile at the hero version of himself fought evil and did all the things heroes did. He found himself in front of the classroom door but Arty wasn't nearby anymore. Maybe he stopped by his locker? He thought to himself as he took his usual seat before tucking the comic into his bag and replacing it with his notebook. The girls arrived shortly after, he noticed Willow looked better and Lia and Maya had strangely satisfied smirks on their faces. He hoped they hadn't done anything too crazy, he'd never tell them but they scared him sometimes they'd have the entire school around their thumbs if they really wanted to. He finally saw Arty again but he ran to his desk and started crying. "What's wrong Arty?"

Lia had actually stayed back to talk to some other cheerleaders about the pep assembly today. "So we are going to be performing the simple routine of ours right?" She heard someone ask. "Yeah, just the dance ro..." Lia cut off when she watched the exchange between Arty and Alex. She watched Jeremiah go over to Arty so she knew who to handle this time. She hated her friends being bullied. She hadn't dealt with it since middle school but she hated it. "Lia." Her co-captain Jenna said. "Excuse me a minute girls." Lia said walking over to Alex. "So Alex... I saw what happened." She said emotionless. "And you want to see if I'll date you since I'm a hero. Yeah I'll date you." Alex said smirking. "Ew just gross. Like I'd date a bully like you." Lia said rolling her eyes. "Come on Babe you know it's true." Alex tried grabbing her. She hit his hand away and a glare crossed her face. "Now Alex. You do know he's my friend right?" Lia asked crossing her arms over her chest. "Your friends with a queer? You deserve better friends." Alex said with a laugh.
Lia clenched her fist and glared at him again. "You mess with him one more time and you will feel my wrath along with my friends wrath, the football teams wrath, and the cheer squads wrath. I have power in this school but I don't flaunt it and I don't use it. But I will if I need to. Got it?" She asked threateningly, getting in his face to emphasize her point. "Sure you are doll." Alex said stealing a kiss from her due to their faces being close. Lia's face flushed with anger and embarrassment as she slapped him hard and kneed him where the light never shines. She then stomped away wiping her mouth. "Now I need to bleach my lips." She muttered as she walked into class and sat down hiding her embarrassment and anger the best she could from her friends.

Willow was already on her way towards her class. She didn't feel like talking to her friends or anything. Some of the football boys, even stared at her, making kissy faces and all. They knew about her breakup with Edward and good thing that her friends slapped him. Willow couldn't slap him, but she could kill him. Joking. Probably. Anyways, as she got to her math on her way there, she ignored everything around her. It was like she wanted to be the only girl in school and that's how she pretended to do.

Willow sat in the back of the classroom getting ready and she was the first one there too!

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Jeremiah flipped through the comic Arty had drawn for him as he walked to the classroom. He couldn't help but smile at the hero version of himself fought evil and did all the things heroes did. He found himself in front of the classroom door but Arty wasn't nearby anymore. Maybe he stopped by his locker? He thought to himself as he took his usual seat before tucking the comic into his bag and replacing it with his notebook. The girls arrived shortly after, he noticed Willow looked better and Lia and Maya had strangely satisfied smirks on their faces. He hoped they hadn't done anything too crazy, he'd never tell them but they scared him sometimes they'd have the entire school around their thumbs if they really wanted to. He finally saw Arty again but he ran to his desk and started crying. "What's wrong Arty?"

Arty looked up with cold terror in his eyes along with his tears, "A-Alex slung me to the floor and calledme some aweful shit..." Arty looked back down and stiffled a scream that instead came out as a high pitched pained squeak, "I fucking hate him..." Arty rubbed his own arms that were covered in scars from slicing himself open over and over to get rid of pain like this, it was for that reason he always had sleeves, "Why can't super heroes be real Jerry...I could make bullies stop..." Arty breathed out and cried softly still hurting.

Brookes made a mental note of alex as he walked past, he had a large list of fights layed out but alex and edward were at the top of the list. If he had the opening he would have taken the boy out were they stood but he couldn't risk being expelled, he needed to keep his record as clean as possible or his father would never stop rambaling and it'd all be about his non-existent mother once he started his drunken stupor. Walking into class with a fiery glare in his eyes and a rage building in his heart, though his fist were already white and cut up from his last battles and the bruises worse than ever he would be able to take them on. He resembles a berserker once he started fighting he couldn't feel his body all he felt was ecstasy. sitting down near the window he looked over his homework and his real issues came to him. Math was his issue, Brookes understood he wasn't the smartest around but it never seemed to quit mocking him. He glanced up quickly to see the average of atleast two kids looking at him but quickly placing there eyes elsewere when he returned the glare. He was a fighter and he knew that being looked upon as a beast was the downside to his hobby.

Maya was sitting beside Jerry when she heard Arty talk to him with words of sorrow. Maya leaned over Jeremiah's desk to talk to arty on the other side of it, "Don't let Alex get to you Arty. The only reason he picks on you is because he's jealous! He doesn't have close friends like you do, people who he can talk to." Maya said trying to cheer him up,"You know?" Maya leaned back in her chair, and watched as Lia talked to Alex. "Classic Lia. Always trying to help everyone out no matter what..." Maya said as she chuckled a little bit while she watched her slap Alex across the face. Maya gave her a thumbs up as she walked towards the desks.

Jeremiah nodded. "Maya's right. You don't need to care about anything he says because you got us." He was glad Maya was there. He hated being the only one in the group who was useless whenever his friends needed him. Lia had already threatened Alex and he was sure Brooke's would be visting him later, but he couldn't do anything to help. "I'm sorry Arty."

"I hate violence but seriously what asshole would not only be hateful towards one of our group. Everyone knows that you don't mess with us! And what asshole freaking thinks that kissing me is a good idea?!" Lia said before taking her seat in between Brookes and Arty. She gave Arty a quick hug before sitting down. "Arty the football team or any other cheerleaders would help you if you ever need help remember that that's if one of us isn't with you."Lia said before turning to Brookes. "Brookes please don't fight. I understand you like fighting but if you got hurt for Arty he'd be upset. This is why you need to joining the wrestling team." Lia whispered everything but the last sentence.

A kiss? Brookes would be more than happy to return the favor, perhaps then he'd be the one they called fag and queer. Though they didn't want him to attack he wasn't ready to let go of a grudge like that. He's freinds were the one of the only things he loved in this world, he wouldn't let someone touch them while he was around. Grinding his teeth at there warnings mixed with his frustration towards the math homework Brookes was more eager than ever to start a fight. But letting them off with a warning might help people understand he wasn't just a bully or a mercless, maybe then he'd have more friends or girls would like him more. Hearing the wrestling team comment Brookes looked at her with a teasing angry face and raised his body. "and wear one of those leotards who do you think I am? some french hipster" the boy playfully shouted. In truth he often thought about joining, but the guys would want to fight even when they weren't sparring, that's how they were after all. He knew that because they tried to take him down all the time They never seemed to learn he wouldn't try to grab them and would do anything to keep them from doing so. "anyway you guy's know the answer this question, I skipped over it and never came back" the boy said with his head to the desk.

Willow noticed her friends walking in, as she gave them a small smile. Her head turned to Jeremiah but it quickly changed back to the teacher. Willow could hear her friends talking but she was sitting far away from them. She didn't feel like speaking with no one today, yes she loves her friends so much and they are her family, but so much has happened to Willow and she can't just be all happy and peachy. Edward was the biggest jerk, good thing she didn't sleep with him or anything.

"I might go home after this..." she told herself nodding. She didn't mind cutting school to go home.

Jeremiah couldn't help but look back at Willow from where they were sitting. He was happy she was looked better than she had this morning but she still didn't look happy which was understandable. He had never liked that Edward jerk anyway he always acted like such a pompous ass whenever he as around him but he didn't say anything because Willow was madly in love with him. He couldn't help but feel guilty for being glad they had broken up.

"A guy like him didn't deserve a girl like her: I mean she's so smart, and kind, and pret-?!" He had to shake his head at the last one he meant she was pretty strictly in the platonic sense, she was his friend after all.

The guilty feeling was back even worse now here he was supposedly trying to comfort his friend and instead he was checking out his other friend. Now he felt like an ass. He turned back around hoping no one had caught him staring and rushed to answer Brooke's question in an awful attempt to be nonchalant. "The answer is twelve!"

"thanks pal, it's a secret between us now" Brookes winked clearly talking about how jerry had been looking willow over. It was cute to see all his friends get so rosy cheeked around each other at times. It wasn't that he hadn't ever felt the same around people but more that he was better at masking it then others. they would have a harder time realizing he was into them then with other kids, it was something he picked up easily. Still to see his friends think of schoolboy/ girl crushes was always amusing, and it oftn helped him with homework like so. "so any plans for tonight?"

Jeremiah groaned and laid down in his desk, hiding his face to save himself from further embarrassment if Brookes had seen him there was good chance the others had as well. What if Willow saw? Oh god that would be an awkward conversation just waiting to happen. Without it looking up he answered Brooles' question. "My mom's got a date tonight so I'm working the store."

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I think this is closed, also, why the naked lady?

Arty Nodded to all his friends, but inside he was screaming so loud it was ripping his soul in half, "Yeah you guys should just relax I'll be fine...Please don't fight for me..." Arty pulled out his notebook and opened the black chapter where his most grusome pieces were kept, "I know how to handle my problems any way..." Arty started drawingso quickly it snapped his pencil but Arty was unaffected as he switched to his mechanical one and drew his picture. It wasof him on his knees in a pool of his own blood with slit wrists and in the blood were the words, Fag, Queer, Emo, Loser and many more. Arty let out all his sorrow into the one picture and stopped when it was complete. The tears were gone now replaced with Arty's usual emotionless facade.