John Knox: men will never bow to the weaker sex!

Mary: and they will suffer greatly for it.

"Do you know about the worst feeling that you can feel? Is it when something bad happens to someone you love? Is it when you fail in something that you actually studied for?

It's when you look around yourself and see that everyone around you loves you, but no one likes you.

It's when you understand the fact that everyone already has an opinion about you before they've even met you, it's when you know that you trying to speak to them is like speaking to a wall, it's like punching a wall, you know that all that you'll be left with is dust and pain." Lola finished her internal monologue. She had started to do them more and more like she was hoping that someone would hear her invisible words.

She watched as everyone in the hallways walked past her like she wasn't really there. She had been standing by her locker, observing the students, trying to understand what might have been troubling them.

That was the only thing that she found calming, her knowledge of the fact that as broken as she was, there would be another person that was worse than her.

She zoned back in and turned around, opening her lake green locker. She was in ripped jeans, a flimsy but summer type beige white sleeveless shirt and some sneakers. She left her hair curly hair open, she didn't understand the point of trying to tame her crazy hair.

There were polaroid pictures in her locker, pictures of her and her friends. She took a deep breath, knowing that she had to live up to her friends who were the only ones who cared about her without asking for anything in return.

She checked her time table, she had French first. She closed the green locker but then turned around to a scene happening in the middle of the hallway, a few lockers away from her locker.

Brooke James. The class's very own bomb. She had a very bad temper, she would snap at the littlest of the things. But, she was one of the people Lola knew best.

Brooke's temper was the only flaw about her, other than that she had a very kind heart and both Brooke and Lola hated the same things so they were bound to be friends.

Brooke was screaming at Jackson, Jackson Ryder. She couldn't see what was happening exactly so she made her way through the crowd surrounding Brooke and Jackson. Jackson had surrendered his hands for a moment but then he started to point fingers at her again.

Did she mention that Brooke has a small temper? Brooke screamed a curse at Jackson and walked towards the crowd.

Brooke walked towards Ashely James, her sister who was standing in the front row of the crowd. Brooke grabbed a water bottle from the opened side of Ashley's bag pack.

The crowd, thinking the fight was over started to walk away slowly but then Brooke went over to Jackson, the idiot who was still standing in the same spot. Brooke had a stern look in her face and Ashley's glass water bottle in her hand.

"You need serious help!" screamed Jackson, his back against the locker.

"Oh, it's not about what I need. It's about what you deserve," she said with a smug look after successfully scaring him. She turned, looking away like the fight was over.

Then she turned around and smashed the bottle onto his head. The pieces of broken glass were still falling when she let go of the bottles handle and walked away from it towards her Lola. Jackson had his hand on his head, his forehead was bleeding a bit and he was sitting down on the floor.

"Stop looking at me like that. That's what he fucking gets for cheating on my sister." Brooke told Lola as Lola gave a nod.

Ashley though, had a different opinion as she was the one helping him up and helping him walk towards the infirmary.

It was no surprise that the teachers didn't care. They didn't get paid to make kids like each other or help them, they got paid to read out meaningless words and give out useless assignments. She didn't realize how long she had been looking at the fight, she had five minutes to get to French.

She had five minutes to write down something in her notepad. She hurried back to her locker and fumbled with the lock, opening it and searching it for her notepad. But she couldn't find it. She groaned, thinking that she had left it back at home and closed the locker and turned behind but, there was someone leaning next to the locker next to her.

"Looking for this?" archer, her boyfriend asked her with a grin. In his hand was a red notepad, her notepad. He dangled the notepad in front, close enough that If she extended her hand to take it then it'd be hers. Just thinking about him both put a smile on her face, and daggers in her spine.

"Give it back," she said with a soft smile. There were two mottos that Lola followed.

One was to appreciate the little moments that she spent with anyone.

the other was that no matter what, she wasn't going to get someone's pity. No matter how she was feeling, she wasn't going to burden it on anyone but instead she'd distract herself from it by making someone else's day better.

"I'm sorry. I got held up with the guys yesterday and couldn't make it. Let me make it up to you," he told her, trying to impress her.

"You don't need to say you're sorry for being with your friends. Now give me back my notepad," she told him with a real smile. As much as she tried to deny it, she knew that under whatever person archer had become, the real archer still stood and that was her last real hope.

"Only if you agree to meet me by time," he suggested, his gaze into her eyes.

"The little café down the street?" she questioned as she moved closer to Archer, now she was leaning on his locker. Archer was facing Lola, his right arm on the locker and the other still holding her notepad in front of her.

"Maybe I will," she whispered into his ear, her body inches away from him. Then she smugly snatched the notepad away from and stepped back and turned. Her small laughter filled the hallways as she ran to her class, knowing that she had successfully tricked archer.

There's invisible water surrounding me, my head inches away from completely submerging into the water. I can't feel anything, my body is numb. I swim out of it, but I still can't breathe.

I'm in an invisible box, I can see everything. I can't breathe.

I hit the glass, hoping it would break but nothing. There are crowds filled with cowards in invisible masks, each wearing one and hiding from the truth. I can't breathe.

I scream but I can't find my voice. I'm stuck in a spiral and it's never-ending. Time feels nonexistent and I'm numb. The spiral is a long one it's troubling me, I can't see what the spiral is. I don't want to see what it is, I don't want to believe that it is but it's surrounding me and I can't breathe.

I'll sometimes smile, laugh even but I'm breaking inside and no one knows it. The box is shrinking and more are gathering, everyone has their eyes on me and all I can think of is that I know they hate me. I can see they're thoughts, they're thinking of me. They can't see each other but they know that everyone is there, they have keys in their hands but they'll never help me.

I feel the life slowly draining out of me, I see my unheard cries passing out of me, they think their attacks have no effect on me, they think those slight whispers don't take the best of me, I know my end playing out in front of me.

Lola's eyes fluttered open, trying to remember what she was dreaming. She stood up, clenching her top, cold sweat collecting on her forehead. She remembered going to sleep because the teacher was apparently on a holiday and the students were allowed to leave.

She looked around the classroom, the only students in sight were two of her classmates, Dylan Mckinn, Archer's best friend since preschool, and Monique, the class president who was also asleep in her seat. Then her gaze went to another student that she didn't immediately notice, the one that woke her up.

"Kenna Scott?" she half asked, half yawned.

"Yes, feast your eyes on the one and only, ridiculously hot, rumored non-binary werewolf," Kenna's hands pointed towards her body as she raised her eyebrows, questioning Lola with her eyes.

"What's the time again?" Lola rubbed her eyes and walked back to her seat.

"A little after ten-fifteen, sleepyhead." Kenna walked towards Lola's bench and sat on its edge, and then she removed a contact mirror from her jeans and lent it to Lola.

"We have some talking to do," Kenna told her as she watched Lola try to fix her messed up hair. Kenna gave a small groan and walked towards her seat, grabbed a small hairbrush that she kept on her seat, and sat back at Lola's table. She extended her hand, offering the hairbrush to her. Lola looked upwards and shook her head, Lola wasn't taming her hair.

It wasn't even about her hair at that moment, it wasn't about getting ready, it wasn't about her not liking to comb her hair, it was about her reason behind it.

It was about the fact that so many people had this supposedly perfect idea about how she was supposed to look like, it was about the fact that people thought that they got to control who she was, who so many other girls could be like.

It was about the fact that some would give up and give in into their subtle biased thinking about how she was supposed to be, it was about the fact that they thought that they could control who anyone would be, and she wasn't going to be tamed, not then, not ever.

Author's note: ah! Two updates in a week? Is the world ending? Nope, I'm just excited for this! For my confused nuggets, the part before Lola wakes up was her dream. It was in first person POV like I've mentioned before. Also, why are all the quotes over here said by the women in reign? Well, cause they are queens, like every girl- most girls in this story are. And thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it while listening to dark songs to get into the mood- I'm sorry for spiralling again lol. Thanks again for reading! Hope that all you queens, kings and rulers are doing well! <3.