3rd ☺ P.O.V.

It's time for school again.

Nico, trying his best to ignore all the looks he's earning from fellow students, walks to his math class, where Leo would not too be.

His hand still wrapped, he reached to his locker and opened it, pulling out some books and putting some from the other day inside. He yawned, more sleep-deprived than usual, certain that there were dark circles under his heavy orbs.

He closed his locker when he was finished, removing his hand and two books, and let his head fall as he made his way to math class.

Once inside his classroom, and sitting in his desk far at the back with the other non-socials, the teacher passed out the test results from last week. He sighed when he received his own, knowing it was most likely a horrible score. He looked at the top right corner, a percentage circled in red. 86%.

Oh. That's not that bad! He folded up his paper before anyone else saw it, and placed it in his backpack.

"Hey, di Angelo!" a boy calls from right. He looks over just to roll his eyes--Alexander.

"What happened to your hand? Another accident with your family?" he begins fake crying.

Not today, Nico, he's not worth it. Alexander continues to whisper to him, Nico trying his best to ignore. He's just a jerk, Nico, don't get angry, Nico tells hinself, feeling his muscles and jaws clench. He moves his bottom jaw around, trying to loosen himself up, refusing to make eye contact with Alex.

Just as Nico was about to snap, the girl sitting next to the bully--Rachel, was her name?--turned to Alexander, her red frizzy hair bouncing, "You're a jerk, you know that? No wonder your own brother is in jail for domestic abuse and thievery. You hypocrite."

Nico admired the girl, and listened to what could possibly be future blackmail and comebacks. He is a hypocrite.

When Rachel stopped, Alexander did too. . . for a few minutes. Then he turned back around to Nico.

"What was your test score, loser? 25%, like your confidence? Or was it 0% like your happiness?" he whispered underneath the teacher.

That was it. That was that last draw. Nico stood abruptly and walked over to him. He smiled and giggled with his buddies about it until he was nailed his nose. "Ow, what the-"

"Excuse me, Mr. di Angelo, but that was inexcusable!" the teacher yells.

Alexander stands, just a few inches taller. "Wanna fight me, punk?" he spits in my face.

Nico places his hands up and pushes him back by his shoulders, "Wouldn't really mind it."

He glares, sneering. Before Alexander can jump at the boy, Nico saw Rachel take out a blue hairbrush, and throw it at him. She picks it up and then throws it at Alexander. They look at her, more confused than angry. Well, Nico was more confused. Alexander was holding his eye.

"You two are idiots." she states.

"Says the girl who just through a brush into my eye!" Alexander complains. There are snickers around the classroom.

"Oh, that wasn't being stupid. That was stopping you from being stupid; yes, I have found a way." she retorts. Nico smiles, thinking that the two of them might get along well.

The teacher excuses all three of them to the principal's office. On their way, Nico thanks Rachel (and made sure that was her name). But now all three of them are in trouble. Oh, well, it's not like Nico hasn't been before.

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