//DECLANS POV\\

"All band students report to the band hall at this time. All band students report to the band hall at this time." Principal Robins's voice rings over the speaker. Her voice is monotone, but full of crushing authority.

I sigh as I stand, pulling my backpack over my unbroken right arm. I give Mrs. Taylor a smile as I walk out of the room, into the hallway, making my way to the band hall. Left, right, left, right. "Hey, fag."

Left.

"You think you can get away that easily?" One of Kyle's' sidepricks is behind me. judging by the voice, I know who it is. Ethan Brooks, or should I say, "Arrogant rich idiot."

"Ethan, shut up and let me go to band," I say, flipping the bird at him with my right hand. I continue to the band hall, hoping he'll leave me alone. Why are my prayers never answered?

He grabs my hood, yanking me back and slamming me back on the floor. He presses his foot on my ribcage, making me wheeze and cough. He kicks my head back, making my teeth bleed and my head pound against the cold tile. My head feels like my brain is pushing against it from all sides. My stomach feels as if I've fallen ten feet and landed on a railing, and I can't breathe.

Then, I remember something.

Dad, Logan, if you can hear me, help.

"Dec, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" He sounds annoyed, but concerned. Then, he appears, and stares at Ethan beating me to a pulp."Oh." He pauses to think for a second, looking around him. I hear him tell Logan, "You have to help them make a plan with what's around them." He glances around a moment. The hall is empty, because I'm probably the only band member in this hall, so he can't use that to his advantage.

"Declan, all you need to do is make a loud enough noise. there are classes still in session, and all you have to do is get someone's attention." To my surprise, it is Logan who speaks. She gives me a smiling nod, making me nod back.

I look at Dad. Nice job, training her.

He nods. "Noise, Dec. I don't need you being my next trainee." He sucks in his bottom lip and scratches his head. I'm worrying him.

I let out a small whimper. Nothing. I get a kick to the head and let out a large yelp. It echoes.

"Rosie, see what's going on out there, please." Mr. Roberts, her writing teacher tells her. I hear shuffling and a door handle twist, letting the door open. She peeks down the other side of the hall, first, then, to Ethan, who is kicking the hell out of me. "Uh, Mr. Roberts, I think you're needed."

To be honest, I think she would freak if we were any closer, because she would know it was me. I keep hoping this is like Divergent. I'm like Tris; at the beginning, I'm totally useless and I can't fight for shit. But as my life progresses, I get stronger, I end up being the number one initiate in Dauntless by the end of training. Sadly, that's a book. This is real life.

"Ethan! Away from him! Now!" Mr. Roberts shouts. He practically runs over, grabbing Ethan's hood and dragging him away from me.

"YOU'RE RUINING THE FUN!" He whines. He glances back and delivers another kick to the head before he's dragged out of range.

"Declan?" Rosie whimpers, her voice wavering. she takes a few steps closer to me, and I feel guilt. She shouldn't have to go through this with me, but she does. She puts up with it because she loves me, because I love her. It hurts her, though. It always has, and when she's hurt, it hurts me. It's one big, endless cycle. "My God, not again." She leans over and puts her hands under my back, lifting me just a little. "Why are they doing this to you, sweetie?" She kisses my forehead softly.

"Don't know," I reply, my voice almost inaudible. I hate this so much. It isn't fair, really. 4 against 1. One scrawny, little, 15 year old with no real family left. I guess I'm the perfect target. they know where to hit me, where to hit me hard, and when they do- physically, or mentally- it hurts. It hurts so much that it numbs me, makes me used to my pain, makes me not care anymore.

And I suppose that's happened, already.

Rosie grabs my hand, rubbing circles on the soft, bruised skin. Her eyes looked guilty, but at the same time, full of love and support. "I let it happen again."

"You didn't," I say, pulling myself closer to her. "I let it happen, myself." My face is expressionless, though she knows I'm in a lot of pain.

"That's total bullshit, Declan. You didn't ask for any of this. I know that. You know that!" Her voice is cracking, like she's about to cry. I hate it when she cries! Her eyeliner runs, and she looks so helpless, like a lost puppy.

"I don't know why they're targeting me. I just know that I'll have to get through it. We're Sophomores. Two more years of this hell, then it'll be college and no more broken limbs unless they're self-inflicted at a frat party," I reassure, making a giggle. She stares at me for a little bit longer, wiping the blood off of my lip. "What?" I ask.

"I love you," she sighs, not taking her eyes off of mine.

"Ditto," I giggle, making her cringe. but she still doesn't look away. "What?" I ask again.

"Oh, for fucks sake! Shut up and kiss me!" She whines, making me laugh a little too hard, causing a pain in my ribs.

"Gladly," I mutter, pulling her in closer. No more teachers are out here anyway, so it isn't like it matters. Our lips brush together for a split second, before moving away. They soon come back to finish the job, though. This time, our lips pounded together, making Rosie grin. They move in sync, not really letting go of each other until we realize we can't breathe.

"You're adorable," she giggles, helping me stand to go to the nurse. Fuck band.

"You're a good kisser."

It's Irresistible, woah
Woah, woah
I love the way
I love the way
I love the way
You hurt me, baby
I love the way
I love the way
I love the way
You hurt me, baby

--a/n--

I'm sorry it's so short but I write this in about an hour :/

PATRICK STUMP IS OFFICIALLY 31 HOLY cRAP!

I got new eyeliner that I love.

I'm sorry I'm not updating as often. I love you guys, tho. I've just been going through some shit RN that needs to get cleared up.

I love you my Carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily aka foblvr