Y/n's POV

A young woman, late teens, strides through a group of people, showing off her curves with a pair of skin tight pants.

That is Marion Wallace, my bully.

Beautiful she may be, but underneath that facade is a certain evil that no one in this world can kill.

Behind her is a very short boy. You guessed it, that's me.

Five feet tall with glasses. I'm the epitome of the term, nerd. I wear a dark black vest over a bright blue long sleeved button up shirt with a matching short sleeve underneath. I like to wear slacks and 20th century spectacles with a silver pocket watch connected to a chain which is connected to my clothing.

Marion is the queen bee of our school. Though, I don't know why. She treats everyone like shit and puts everyone down.

When guys ask her out, she'd reject them often, especially jocks. Most people chose to just avoid her when they could.

She was worse on me. I was always demeaned and belittled by her. To make matters worse, when everyone else bullied me, they came to school with bruises the next day.

I was in the cafeteria waiting for my lunch to finish heating up. My mother made chili the other night and I brought some to school.

When I sat down to enjoy said chili, one of the older students came up to me. "Hey, dweeb."

I look up to see Matthew Donahue, the quarterback for team B.

"Whatcha got there?" Matthew asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My mother's famous chili," I answered with a smile.

"Really, now?" He asked. I knew he was going to do something, just not what.

I brought my spoon up to my lips and watched Matthew spill the chili onto my clothes. I ate the chili left in my hand before slowly looking up at my newfound aggressor.

I sigh sharply and watch Matthew smirk. Putting my spoon in my lunchbox, I slowly stand stand up and remove my vest and my long sleeve to reveal a clean tucked-in blue t-shirt.

I walk around the table, everyone's eyes on me. I watched Matthew start to shake, growing nervous with each step. When I stood next to him, I gave him my best resting bitch face. I made him as nervous as I could before slamming his face into the table using my cane.

"My mother is not long for this world, and should you do this again, I am going to break your balls!" I whisper harshly.

What actually happened was quite different.

I dove over the table with a cry of fury. Matthew was so surprised that I managed to get several hooks to connect to his face, knocking a couple teeth loose. By the time he threw me off, his gums were bleeding profusely.

Spitting his teeth out, he gave me an angry look. Wiping the blood from his lips, he rushed me.

By the time the teacher got brave enough to break us up, we had broken at least 3 bones each. When we collapsed, we were taken to the hospital.

As I lay in a hospital bed hours later, I watch my parents rush into the room.

"Dear Lord, kiddo. What the hell happened to you?"

"Fight."

My parents' eyes widen in surprise.

"Jesus, boy." My mother said as she looked over the x-rays. The doc definitely told them.

"You should see the other guy," I say with a smile.

My father turns to my mother who scoffs with a smirk.