#Anyways I have class in two minutes can't wait to panic attack my way through it

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Im to the point where dying feels like my only option again

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Camp Wiegman - Part 3

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe : Military School

Words : 6k

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Wednesday, October 7; 6:00 AM - Ona and Alexia's Room.

Once again, that damn alarm clock that sounds like a firehouse siren. It never stops. I wonder how I missed it yesterday! I must have been really tired not to hear it. I press my pillow against my ears, which can't take this shrill, repetitive noise anymore. I only release the pressure once it stops. I need to make the effort to get up today if I want to avoid Bronze' wrath a second time. She exhausted me so much yesterday that I slept straight through the imposed curfew. It's been a long time since I had a full night's sleep. I grimace, letting out a groan as I sit up. Damn it!

"Sore muscles?" Alexia mocks, already up.

"More than a little, damn it."

"You'll get used to it, don't worry!"

"I've been hearing that since I got here."

"Because it's true. Hurry up if you don't want even more sore muscles. We only have fifteen minutes to get ready before inspection," she tells me.

"Fifteen minutes?!" I repeat. "Are you kidding me?"

"If only," she laughs.

I think I've never gotten up so fast, realizing my lateness as I see Alexia already freshly dressed and made up. I'm a dead girl if I'm not ready on time. Bronze threatened to make me endure worse than yesterday if that happened, and I'm not sure I can survive it. I rush to the bathroom with the right uniform. Turns out I got sent back from my first class for wearing the "sports uniform." Alexia had warned me, but exhaustion had taken over. As a result, I had to come back to my room to return to class in the proper attire. An awful outfit, by the way. It's composed of my combat boots, black pants, a khaki t-shirt, and my infamous military jacket. I put it all on before doing my makeup and fixing my hair. I now have two little minutes left to make my bed. I almost run to it to finish before her arrival. Alexia is already ready at the foot of her bed while I wrestle with my duvet. I panic, realizing the mess I'm in. I get all mixed up and can't remember the right steps.

"How do you manage to be so quick? Damn it! I can't make this damn bed again!"

I throw the duvet on the floor in a fit of anger. My bed looked like a mess anyway, so showing her my work or this pile is the same.

"Is there a problem, Batlle?"

I jump at the sound of her voice. That's it, I'm screwed. I turn around as slowly as possible to see her behind me. I feel intimidated by her stance, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. Alexia is holding back laughter behind her. I admit if it didn't concern me, I'd find this situation somewhat amusing. But since it does concern me, it's immediately less funny.

"Look at me when I talk to you!"

My eyes automatically return to her. Her sharp tone leaves no choice but to listen. She then turns to Alexia, who immediately stops giggling.

"No problem, Bronze," I reply, emphasizing her name. "Been fishing for information, Batlle?" "So it seems... Isn't Engen supposed to inspect the rooms in the morning?"

I cast my eyes on my informant, none other than Alexia. She doesn't dare move since Bronze looked at her. She's as straight as a rod with her hands clasped behind her back. It's like we're facing our section leader in the army... Almost the case.

"Stop looking at her, you're talking to me!" "Then answer me." "I'm personally in charge of this room while you adapt." "How lucky," I said sarcastically. "You said it," she smiles. "You can go, Putellas."

Alexia thanks her in a barely audible voice and flees the room, abandoning me with the tyrant. Thanks for the support! I fix my gaze on Bronze once the door closes at her request. As much as I want to stand up to her... It's a different story when she's in front of me. She seems cold and confident. It's no wonder everyone is afraid of her. However, I still plan to devise an attack plan against her. I just need to wait for the right moment and regain my strength.

"Well, now that your distraction is outside, will you answer me seriously?" "Why is she allowed to leave and not me?" "Don't dodge my question. You know perfectly well why you're staying here." "I don't want to miss breakfast again!"

"I gave you a pain au chocolat without being obliged, as far as I know. Now, tell me what your problem is. We'll see if you have time to get there."

She annoys me with her insistence on having things her way. She didn't earn her nickname for nothing! I'm no longer used to taking orders. I wait to see if she gives up without an answer, but she remains very patient. I comply, stepping aside to show her the disastrous state of my bed.

"I tried to remake it, but I can't do it anymore," I admitted. "You did it in front of me yesterday."

I relax when I realize she's not angry. She's just trying to understand what's going on. Maybe I'll avoid punishment if I stay honest.

"So, will you explain?"

"I just told you," I growled. "I'm not used to making my bed like this! You can't expect me to get it right overnight! Plus, I panicked because of your damn pressure!"

I realize what I just let slip when I see the little smile forming on her face. Damn it! I didn't want her to know something like that. She now knows she already has an influence over me.

"Alright, let's make a deal."

"I fear the worst," I mumbled.

"Hey, I'm doing this for you, just to be clear."

"Yeah, yeah..." I said unconvincingly.

"I'm willing to show you how to make your bed again so you know how to do it in the future, and you can have your breakfast. In return, we'll meet tonight after your classes."

"For what reason?"

"Do you really think you'll get away with nothing? I warned you that you'd be punished if you weren't ready on time today."

"I'm not gaining much in your proposal!" "You gain my help and your breakfast. That's a lot from me."

In the end, I won't escape this punishment... I weigh the pros and cons, even though the answer should be obvious since, in any case, she won't let me leave without making my bed and receiving my punishment.

"Alright, fine. I'll go with your proposal." "Good. I'll show you this time. Watch carefully and then do it yourself, okay?" "Okay..." "Come closer and observe carefully."

I move forward as she shakes out my duvet, letting it fall onto my bed. Like yesterday, she starts at the corners at the foot of the bed. She takes her time to show me each fold again, making sure I'm following. Once that's done, she smooths the duvet upwards before tucking it neatly under the pillow. She then tucks the excess sides under the mattress, which doesn’t seem to weigh much. I observe the flawless result. She must be well-trained to do it so quickly and perfectly.

"Got it?" "I think so..."

"No, you need to be sure. If you tell me you got it and tomorrow you’re not ready on time, I won’t want to hear any excuses when I punish you."

"You're such a pain," I mutter. "Excuse me?!" "Can I try again before giving you my answer?" "If you want."

I move to undo the bed, but her arm stops me.

"Don’t ever say something like that again. The fact that you even dare to address me informally is too much. Don’t push it too far, or you’ll regret it bitterly. Are we clear?"

"Yeah..." "Yes," she corrects me. "Repeat." "Yes," I growl. "Good," she says, lowering her arm. "Now try again."

I undo the bed in one go, then start from where she began. I try to replicate what she just showed me, starting with one corner, then the other. It's the hardest part. Once done, I smooth it upwards and tuck it under the pillow. I was about to tuck one side, but her voice stops me.

"Pull the duvet more, there are still wrinkles."

"Like this?" I ask, following her instructions.

"A bit more. Don’t hold back. The duvet is too caught at the foot of the bed to come out."

I follow her advice and pull harder. I let go of the duvet once it’s nicely stretched, without any wrinkles.

"Good, now tuck the sides under the mattress."

I do as instructed, starting with my side, then the other. I smile at the result, better than yesterday. I glance at my supervisor on the other side.

"It’s not so hard, is it?"

"No..."

"Do you feel confident you can do it, or do you need another try?"

"I think I'm good."

"Sure? I don’t want to hear any complaints if you’re late because of this tomorrow."

"Yes, I’m sure. I’ll face the consequences."

"Alright, you can go then. We’ll meet after your classes. What time do you finish?"

"Four o'clock, I think."

"Where’s your schedule?"

I point to my desk where it’s pinned to the wall. I don’t know my hours yet, so I keep it in plain sight. She approaches to look at it closely.

"Four o'clock, that's right. See you later." "See you later, Commander."

I give her my best sarcastic smile before leaving my room. I hate the idea of another punishment tonight. It’s not like my lateness was my fault. I just couldn’t make that damn bed! I dread what she has in store for me. I hope it’s not more laps around the field. Apparently, that’s her specialty according to Leah. Well, at least I get my breakfast. I arrive at the buffet, greeting the staff as I serve myself. I’m the last one, but I'm glad to find my precious hot chocolate and morning pastry. I turn towards the room once done. I smile, spotting my roommate and her friends at their table. I quickly join them.

"Oooh, here’s the survivor!" Alba mocks as I arrive.

"Hey," I say, sitting down.

"You've already made a splash since yesterday!" Pina informs me.

"Everyone’s talking about you!" Patri adds. "You’re building quite a reputation!"

"Really? Why?" I ask before taking a bite of my pastry.

"They say you have the guts to stand up to Bronze," Lotte says. "Is it true you address her informally?"

"Maybe," I answer vaguely. "I don’t see what’s so special about it." "We see it very clearly," Alexia mocks. "Did you get away with nothing this morning?" "I have to meet her after my classes." "That smells like punishment!" comments Alba. "It is. She told me." "And you’re not bothered?" "Why would I be? I plan to prepare something much worse for her." "You've got balls," Alexia comments.

I know they think I’m crazy, but I’m not changing my mind. I finish my meal, continuing to chat since we have time. Then we head slowly towards the classroom buildings, with little motivation on my part. I met my first teachers yesterday. They’re all old fogies who aren’t even fifty yet. I’m curious about today's teachers since I was bored to death yesterday. I was on the verge of falling asleep, but Alexia kept me awake by mentioning the words "expulsion" and "Bronze." It seems that behavior like that leads to expulsions, like being late. I wasn’t going to tempt fate after spending my morning with Bronze. Knowing her a bit better, I doubt she’d let something like that slide. She doesn’t seem like someone who appreciates such behavior. Instead, I tried to follow the lesson as best I could. It was difficult, not having been in a classroom for two years. Today, it’s the same. I take my place next to Alexia with a long sigh. I have a feeling today will be as long as yesterday given the new teacher in front of me.

Wednesday, October 7; 4:10 PM - Ona and Alexia's Room.

I was wrong this morning. My day ended up going faster than expected. Maybe because I haven’t seen my supervisor since this morning. It put me in a good mood. At least, as much as I can be here. Adjusting is difficult. There's not much difference from a military camp. It’s likely there’s more

freedom there. I’m happy Alexia is here to brighten my days. She reminds me of my best friend from Barcelona. She’s just as energetic. I'm lucky to have her in my class, even if she’s too serious for my taste. I managed to make her laugh several times today. We got remarks, but nothing alarming enough to stop us. I'm still relieved it’s over. I’m supposed to meet Bronze, but I didn’t get any instructions on where to meet. So I followed Alexia to our room where she wants to finish her homework before joining her friends in the common room. I plan to do the same if Bronze doesn’t show up. She’ll have to find me if she wants to see me. I’m not chasing after her! I have a tiny hope she’s forgotten, but I doubt it. In the meantime, I chat with Ale about our day on the way back. She tells me a story about Patri and Claudia during their chemistry class last year. Apparently, they did an experiment that almost set the school on fire, leading to a summons and a big punishment. I can’t stop laughing with Alexia, who has a knack for making stories funny. She did the same at lunch, and it’s rare for me to laugh so sincerely over so little. My laughter stops abruptly when we open our room door. Damn... My last hopes evaporate seeing Bronze waiting for me, holding my sports uniform.

"It’s about time. Go change," she orders.

I find myself holding my uniform without even having entered my room. Her determination scares me for what’s next. Alexia passes by her, greeting her and making herself small. She confessed to me that she’s afraid of her for some reason and respects her greatly. I understand, but that doesn’t mean I’ll react the same way.

"Please... Not laps again, please! I did everything you asked! It’s not my fault I couldn’t do it." "Already begging, Ona? I thought you were braver than that."

I narrow my eyes at her jab. Not only is she provoking me, but she’s also implying I’m already giving in. I’d make her eat her smug smile if I could! So she’d understand it’s not the case.

"No, I just have a lot of sore muscles because of you," I retort.

-  That mean that your body needed it. Now go change.

-  Damn it, you’re annoying, I grumbled. Promise me you won’t make me do any sports first.

-  Change your tone with me. I haven’t planned any sports, but I might add some to my list if you keep being cheeky. Maybe you’ll understand what it’s like when I really annoy you.

-  Fine, I was just joking, I rolled my eyes.

-  Do I need to drag you by force to make you listen? she threatened me. I sighed as I walked into the bathroom. I envied Alexia, who was sitting on her bed doing her homework. Her encouraging smile was the last thing I saw before closing the door without locking it, as per Bronze’s orders. I tried to hurry, but the muscle soreness made things difficult, especially with my pants. I was curious to find out what I was going to do if I wasn’t running. When I opened the door again, Bronze was waiting with her arms crossed and her foot tapping nervously on the floor.

- Let’s go. Bronze went ahead while I said goodbye to Alexia, who wished me good luck. I followed her through the corridors, putting my hands in my pockets to annoy her a bit.

- So, Bronze, what’s the plan for today? I asked when I caught up with her.

-  Stop being cheeky, I won’t repeat myself. You weren’t so smart-mouthed yesterday, on the field.

-  Me? Cheeky? I laughed. Nonsense!

-  Start by taking your hands out of your pockets.

-  That’s nothing bad!

-  Batlle ! she snapped. When I tell you something, you obey. I took them out, afraid she would follow through on her previous threats. In other circumstances, I wouldn’t have done it, but now I wasn’t sure I could handle another sports session with my aching thighs. At least I had managed to annoy her as I wanted. We entered the gym, making me fear the worst... I hoped she kept her word and that I wouldn’t do any sports. I forced myself to keep up with her quick pace. It was my first time here. Wiegman hadn’t given me a tour, and I hadn’t had any sports yet. She walked down several corridors of the new building before opening one of the many doors in a hallway. She stepped aside to let me enter first. I walked in cautiously, too disturbed by the room. It was a locker room, so what? My supervisor pushed me in the back to make me go faster. It was a new room with benches and hooks lining the right wall. I stopped in the middle, where there was an open frame facing the benches. Damn... I understood our presence here when I saw the state of the communal showers. They were corroded by lime due to extensive use. Bronze had placed cleaning supplies on the floor. I had no more doubts about my punishment tonight.

-  Is this a joke? I blurted out.

-  No sports. Isn’t that what you wanted?

-  Maybe, but not this! I’m not a fucking maid !

-  Too bad, you’ll have to improvise then.

-  Stop messing with me! Is there really nothing else?

-  No, there isn’t. You’re not in a position to negotiate with me, so accept your punishment.

-  Because I will be someday?

-  Start by accepting your punishments and changing your behavior, then we’ll talk about it. She had a cold-bloodedness that impressed me. I gave up, realizing that I was indeed not the one in control of the situation right now.

-  Okay, I resigned. Will you leave me alone?

-  No. I’ll be supervising you to ensure you do your work, but first, we’ll have a talk.

-  About what? I asked, intrigued.

-  Yesterday, you told me you didn’t know the rules, so I’ll explain the most important ones to make it clear. That way, you’ll be warned and won’t have any excuses.

-  Oh, yeah. At least I’ll know why I’m being punished.

- Good, take a seat.

I sat on the bench she pointed to and noticed a whiteboard with bullet points on it that I hadn’t seen before. The writing, which I guessed was hers, was very neat. I was ready to pay attention to the rules. I planned to follow them while scheming my revenge and getting out of this place. The fewer rules I broke, the less she’d be on my back. It would take some effort to comply, based on what I could already see on the board.

-  First, wake-up is at six o’clock, she began, pointing to the first bullet point. You should know that by now.

-  Hard to miss the alarm anyway.

-  Inspection is fifteen minutes later, she continued, ignoring my remark. You must be ready by then, in uniform, and with your bed made perfectly.

-  Is it a disaster if I’m not wearing makeup when you come?

-  No. You’ll have access to your room after your meal. The purpose of the inspection is to see if you’re in uniform and if your room is tidy.

-  Okay, I sighed.

-  A problem?

-  No... I was just wondering why wake-up is so early.

-  Simply to prevent you from being too tired in class.

-  No, actually! I countered. By getting up so early, we’re definitely more tired. She shook her head. It was the first time I appreciated her smile and our conversation. It wasn’t an order or a dispute for once. I almost forgot her cold and unbearable personality.

-  You don’t understand anything.

-  No, indeed, I frowned.

-  Let’s move on to the third rule before the explanations, shall we? I nodded, curious to hear her arguments. For me, six o’clock was not a time to get up. It was way too early, especially after the year I just lived. I had my own schedule.

-  So, curfew is at ten o’clock, but Alexia must have already told you that.

-  Yeah.

-  An instructor can enter the room at any time from that hour to check that you’re asleep.

-  And what if we can’t sleep that early? That was my case the first night.

-  Is that why you didn’t get up the first day?

-  Yeah, I fell asleep around one in the morning.

-  I see. You’ll soon get into the rhythm, don’t worry. What were your usual sleep hours before coming here?

-  Well... I thought. I’d say four o’clock until noon most of the time. She raised an eyebrow at my honesty. She probably didn’t expect that. Understandable. She must have thought I was in school, but that wasn’t the case. I did nothing with my days, so I had my own schedule.

-  You didn’t have classes?

-  No. I stopped studying after high school.

-  How come you’re in the final year then?

-  No idea, I shrugged. I’m where they told me to go.

-  Hmm, she replied skeptically. Let’s get back to the main subject. Wiegman kept her word about the file. She didn’t seem to know the reasons for my presence, given how intrigued she was. However, she didn’t ask any questions. I wouldn’t have answered anyway. This school isn’t going to change me. If my mother thinks so, she’s an idiot.

-  As for my explanation, the curfew ensures eight hours of sleep until six o��clock and prevents you from staying up at impossible hours at night.

-  What difference does it make? We could just wake up later in the morning, and it would be the same.

-  No, it’s not the same. By taking away an hour at night, we restrict your use of electronic devices. You’re more likely to use them at night than in the morning. Besides, you have more time to eat and be together instead of communicating with the outside world.

-  Everything we do at night, we can do in the morning too, I retorted.

-  I assure you, you can’t. Even if that’s the case, it allows you to be fully awake for your classes. You have no excuse for being tired. Explained this way, the schedule seemed great, but I remained skeptical. It’s true that I was more awake in class this morning compared to my high school memories. The problem is, it’s useless if I have teachers who put me to sleep right after. I kept this response to myself, not wanting to get scolded for saying such a thing.

-  Still, six o’clock is way too early.

-  You’ll get used to it. You’ll see, in a week, your previous schedule will be a thing of the past, and you’ll be back on track. Can I continue now?

-  Hmm.

-  Okay, then, no electronic devices outside the rooms, whether it’s a phone, Mac, or any other device, she listed. You should already know this since I haven’t had to reprimand you in two days. Am I wrong?

- I know, yes. Why is it forbidden?

She raised an eyebrow at my question. My participation must have surprised her, or maybe it was just my questions. We were only at the fourth point, and I hadn’t remained silent on any of them. I’m naturally curious. I like to know the why and how.

- Each student is here for specific reasons... Excessive drug use, family problems, or simply

behavioral issues, for example. -

I felt concerned about all the points she just mentioned. It was impressive. Had she already figured me out? It’s very likely, but I don’t see how.

-  The problems are the same for all students?

-  Mostly what I just mentioned. Why?

-  No reason... So, why no devices?

-  The purpose of being here is to solve your problems while continuing your studies. Can you understand that?

-  Hmm.

-  With this rule, we simply forbid all means of communication during the day. The goal is for you to focus on yourself and only yourself, without external pressure. This rule was more understandable than the previous one. I could have responded that I didn’t want help, but I refrained. We would enter a debate that I would surely lose. I simply nodded.

-  If I see you with something like that, I won’t hesitate to confiscate it for an indefinite period. Agreed?

-  Yeah... So, we’re allowed to use them in the room?

-  Yes, of course. This will be a rule to follow. I’m not risking losing my phone. It would mean cutting off communication with Joan and my best friend. "Next rule," she continues. "Show respect to educators," she reads from the board. "By educators, I mean the teachers, instructors, and the rest of the staff. Just because I'm in charge of you doesn’t mean you should disrespect my colleagues." I nod, not knowing what else to say. I'm not going to ask for the reasons behind this rule. "And no lateness will be tolerated. Be on time in the morning, when I give you an appointment, or even in class. Teachers have been instructed not to let you in if you're late. You’ll be sent straight to me."

"And I imagine I’ll have a hard time?"

"You'll find out soon enough if it happens. Also, I want you to behave in class. Don’t be cheeky, don’t fall asleep, and avoid excessive chatting. Try to show interest and participate."

"That’s going to be hard..."

"I'm serious, Ona. I'll be aware of your behavior in class and I’ll step in if it gets out of hand. I'm going to make sure you get through this year."

"Good luck with that."

"At least avoid getting expelled. You’d seriously piss me off if that happens and that won't be good for you."

"OK." She looks at the board one last time, making sure she's covered all the points.

"Well, I’ve said what I needed to say. Outside of class, you have free rein. The only exception is when I ask you to be with me. Is that clear?"

"Yeah, I guess. Wake-up, check-in, curfew, no lateness or disrespect," I summarize. "Perfect. Now, I believe you have a task waiting for you."

She points her thumb at the communal showers. I sigh heavily, having forgotten about that detail amidst everything else.

"Does every sanction mean a punishment?" I ask.

"Exactly. This morning you were late and you talked back to me," she states. "You can try anything behind my back, nothing will escape me."

Leah has taught me a lot about her, including this detail, which doesn’t surprise me. I pick up the sponge lying on the floor with tongs. In the end, I'd rather have yesterday’s punishment. This one is pure humiliation. Especially since Bronze sits on the bench, right in front of the showers to have a perfect view.

"She’s not going to eat you," she comments. "Come on, start, I don’t plan on staying here all night." "You really have no pity." "I’m not here to have pity, Ona."

She takes a book from the bench, which she had probably prepared, and starts reading. I pick up the gloves from the floor since I’m not even allowed to use a mop for cleaning. I put them on and dip the sponge in the soapy water. I start with the stalls, where the lime scale is clearly visible on the matte black glass. I try as best as I can to scrub the top of the first stall with my small stature. I have to jump to reach it. I grumble mentally to avoid giving my supervisor the satisfaction of hearing me complain aloud. I manage to finish two stalls in half an hour. It’s far from perfect, but I want to finish the other eight and the floor as quickly as possible. I’m already exhausted. I take a break to relieve my thighs, which are already aching. Not to mention my arms, given the intensity I’m putting into it. I glance at Bronze, who remains absorbed in her book.

"Stop daydreaming, Ona."

How does she manage to see me without looking up? I sigh and get back to work. If someone had told me one day I’d be on all fours scrubbing the floor of a communal shower, I’d have laughed in their face. I hate Bronze for making me go through this.

"You know, if you followed the rules, I wouldn’t punish you." "Sorry, but rules and I aren’t very good friends," I grumble. "Then you only have yourself to blame for your punishments." "And you too since you’re the one inflicting them on me."

"I’m just doing my job," she replies, closing her book. "Let me tell you something. The less effort you make to follow the rules, the more I’ll be on your back. We can continue like this until the end of the year if necessary."

"What?!"

I straighten up on my knees at this news. I wipe my forehead with my arm, which is dripping with sweat from scrubbing so hard.

"What do you mean, until the end of the year? I was told this was only temporary until I adapted!"

"Not exactly. I’ll be your supervisor until your behavior changes. Given the hothead you are, we’re far from that."

"What a joke!" I spit bitterly, getting back to work. "You’re right, I’m not going to change. I don’t even plan on staying here."

"And where do you plan on going?" she asks, curious.

"Far from this crappy school, far from this town, and especially far from people who won’t leave me alone!"

"That’s going to be complicated. You’re not going anywhere with me." "We’ll see about that. I’m not following your rules, Bronze. I’m not like all those other students."

"You’re not going anywhere. I’ll make sure to help you whether you want it or not. After this experience, I guarantee you won’t be that little daddy’s princess who can do whatever she wants anymore."

"Damn it, you don’t even know me!" I yell, throwing my sponge at her face. "I don’t want your damn help, so leave me alone! It’s precisely people like you I want to get away from!"

I can’t control my anger after she touched the one point she shouldn’t have. Her eyes remain closed from the impact of the sponge. I’ll probably pay for this, but I don’t care. It was the last straw, the one thing not to say. If she wanted to affect me, she succeeded! She slowly opens her eyes.

"Pick it up." "I’m not your dog, damn it!"

I throw the gloves next to the bucket and leave the room to avoid confrontation. She can go to hell with her damn rules! She chases me down the hall, calling my name, but I keep going. I surprisingly find the exit without getting lost. I barely have time to accelerate and touch the handle before I’m pinned against the door roughly. She blocks all my movements with her body and pins my wrists on either side of my head. I struggle with rage, but she perfectly channels my strength.

"Let go of me!" "No. Stop fighting back," she says calmly.

I keep moving as much as I can under her grip, which I hate. She has no right to touch me; I don’t want her to! Yet she tightens her hold to completely stop my movements. I press my forehead against the door, closing my eyes to calm down. I must not have a panic attack here. Once I’ve calmed down, she grabs my arm and drags me back to the locker room. She pushes me inside and locks the door.

"Get back to work. We’ll leave here when I decide," she says, resuming her place.

I don’t understand how she can stay so calm while I’m a volcano on the brink of eruption. If I wasn’t sure before, I now know I hate this girl.

Wednesday, October 7th; 8:05 PM - Ona and Alexia's Room

I slam the door of my room without holding back. I'm relieved to find it empty. We're two hours away from curfew. Alexia must be in the common room with the others. If it's like yesterday, I have about an hour before she returns. I'm feeling really down since my interaction with Bronze. I didn't even go to eat, even though she allowed me to. I just needed to be alone. She drained me physically and mentally. I'm dirty and wet from crawling on the floor. It took me four hours to clean everything. Bronze stopped me at some point. The result was far from perfect, but she seemed satisfied that I finished. Now, I plan to decompress under hot water and get to bed. I find a pj set consisting of a t-shirt and shorts, and then I lock myself in the bathroom. Once my shower is finished, I slip under the covers. I'm exhausted and on edge. I think it's the right time to call my best friend. I've left her without news since my arrival. It was hard to reach her because I was never alone since I got here. Not to mention there's a one-hour time difference with Barcelona. I really need to talk to her right now. I miss her more than I thought. I take my phone from the nightstand and dial her number.

"Hello?" "Hey, Mapi."

"Oh my God, it's about time!" she says on the other end. "I thought they took your phone or something," she quickly replies.

"Sorry for not calling sooner," I chuckle. "Are you okay? Your voice sounds strange."

I'm so emotional and exhausted that I can't hold back the tears running down my cheeks against my will. It had to come out when I was on the phone with the person who knows me best.

"Yes, yes...," I say, wiping my cheeks. "Let's just say my mom really outdid herself this time."

"That bad? You don't like Manchester ? It's supposed to be a beautiful city." "Believe me, there's nothing to envy. It's been raining all the time so far."

"Well, it's definitely not Barcelona ! Come on, tell Auntie Mapi everything. You don't sound well. Is your new school nice?"

"It's a military school, Maps. Well, it's a private school with instructor supervision."

« Ouch, your mom really went all out this time... How did she get you in there? Isn't it supposed to be restricted?"

"The principal is a friend of my mom's," I sigh. "It's hell!"

I pour out the start of my new life to relieve myself. Mapi is like a sister to me. She regularly comes to my house and knows my mom well, who is also her doctor. I know she appreciates her, unlike me, but she always listens attentively when I criticize her, like now. She will always be there for me, and I'll never be grateful enough for everything she does for me. She's pulled me out of the water more than once when I was drowning.

"I have a little soldier on my back. You can't imagine the horror!" "A little soldier?" she laughs. "What's that all about?"

"A supervisor or something until I adapt. I have the worst instructor in the camp, apparently. A real viper! In two days, she's already managed to punish me twice!"

"The great Batlle punished? I would've loved to see that!" she giggles. "Is she at least good- looking?"

Mapi's question doesn't surprise me. From the moment we met, she declared loudly that she was a lesbian. She loves women... I mean she LOVES woman. We met in our first year of high school. She joined my class in the middle of the year and sat next to me. We hit it off immediately, and she quickly started flirting with me. I brushed her off, but I quickly grew attached to her unique personality. Within two months, she had turned all my convictions upside down. She was touchy and insistent. She made me doubt my sexuality. I ended up giving her a chance. It took her two months to become my first and only girlfriend for two years. It was my longest relationship. Today, we're best friends with a very close bond. She's the only one I truly trust. She's my only confidante, and I'm sure she won't judge me. That's why I'm not afraid to tell her what I think at this moment, even though I hate to admit it out loud.

"Brown hair, green eyes, taller than me. She's young and quite charming. I’d say she's twenty-five. She's pretty sexy in her uniform, but her personality ruins everything."

"Wow... She's totally your type!" she teases. "Did you hear the rest? She's a real tyrant! She's making my life impossible, damn it." "Have you thought about a counter-attack?" "Of course, she's going to regret it!" I say, making her laugh.

As I expected, our conversation turns to revenge ideas. Mapi has a wild imagination for this kind of thing. When we've covered everything, we switch to the latest gossip I've missed in Spain. Our call

ends a quarter of an hour later since it's late for her, and she has class tomorrow. I was lucky to reach her so late. Our conversation did me good. She managed to take my mind off things, as I hoped. I put my phone away and decide not to wait for curfew to fall asleep. I turn off all the lights and settle comfortably in my bed so that the door is behind me, to avoid being disturbed by Ale's arrival later. It doesn't take long for me to fall into a deep sleep.

[yanderecandystore]

Heya Miko!!

Well, I think we all know how this is going.

(I totally need to make an actual fanfic about it! It is a great idea, Miko)

You get beaten up by someone else [Yandere bully - Headcanons]

Rage.

Simply pure rage.

You were running late to school, normally the twins would "acompany" you through the your path too school.

Sometimes they would be there to make your way to school harder for you, maybe just pumping into you and pushing you around. Sometimes picking your stuff from you and making you chase them to get it back.

Teasing, most of the time.

And in other times they would be making fun of you and your condition, although they can easily go to school on a freaking lamborghini instead of bothering you, they're starting to like this way, is way more fun.

Speaking of said lamborghini, they would be making fun of your condition and also trying to convince you to go with them the next day, saying "- You get ready, and we'll pick you up! It would be way better than just waking this distance all by you lonely self". But you never liked the idea, so you always said "no".

Today however, instead on messing around with you, they decided to go straight to school, what could go wrong right? Maybe you would even miss them and ask them to go with school with you again. They can dream, can't them?

This was probably a really bad idea on their part.

A couple of students from your school decided to beat you up, they saw that you were vulnerable and decided to use that against you.

The funny part is, is that they were doing this in hope of getting closer to the twins, proving how useful they can be and stuff like that, since all school at this point knows you're the main target of the twins, but no one seems to know why.

The rest of the school never attacked you directly, this was probably the first time! Most of the time they just ignored you so that they don't fall target too, the only people that talk too you, are people on the same boot as you or are the blissfully ignorant.

But even ignorance can't save them, the last person that talked to you changed schools, some think it was because of the twins themselves. But you never knew why.

Anyway, even if the twins weren't here, this students you make sure that they made a good damage, and made sure, that they would be known for being the ones who did it.

With was a really bad decision on their part.

You don't even know how but you managed to get to school, late, bleeding, a mess, your clothes torned up, and not being able to stand straight.

Both twins were waiting you to come outside the school, they were paranoid. But unfortunately, their suspicions were correct.

You got hurt, you got beaten up, you were crying and panting, scared.

They run to help you out. They're panicking and asking you who did this.

You couldn't remember their faces or their names, but you remember that they told you their class:

"- Se-second year, class 2-G." Was all you could say to the twins.

And now, they were absolutely furious, a bunch of nobodies wanted to pick a fight?? They probably were oblivious of the first and second rules of this school, "don't pick a fight with the twins" and "don't mess with their stuff".

You weren't supposed to be touch by anyone, and especially hurt by some idiots who want to "fit in with the cool kids".

Although, they blamed themselves for not being there to help you.

They managed to pick you up and put you on a bed on the nurses office, she wasn't there to see them coming, but when she saw you (who is always hurt, so is always there in her office) on the bed, she screams out of pure horror, "- What happened to you dear??"

But, you were unconscious. So you didn't see anything that happened.

And oh boi, did things happen! First the twins planned on talking with the entire 2-G class to see who did it, but one of the idiots who did it talk to them directly!

"- Hey, buddies, how is going?" Said a guy they never even meet.

They thought about it a bit, maybe it would be better to not yell at everyone just for now. So both of them calm down and said: "- Hey man, it's going amazing! (an obvious lie but they continue) We're trying to find a certain someone with a really fucked up face, have you seen them?" They try to convince the boy that they don't know your location, and maybe see if he knows something.

"- Did you like our present? We wanted you to actually see their look on their faces, but you weren't there, what a shame."

Wow, that was, easy? Well, while both twins want to beat the shit out of this dude, they can't make a mess now.

Alexandra is shaking of anger and bitting her nails and Adrien is thinking of at least 11 ways to give this man a second hole in his face. But all they said was that, they want to see everyone that was involved, want to, celebrate, such an act. (They were trying their best to keep calm)

The twins call them to meet after school in the school's back garden. What happened there was a lot more gruesome than what happened to you. Apparently, it was a group of 5 people who had beaten you up, even if the twins were in a small number, they managed to make every single one pay.

They were beaten, one actually fell unconscious, the way both twins did it was by taking one by one from behind. Sneaking from behind.

And they had an advantage of using weapons, a baseball bat and a combat knife.

"- It was a gift from my dad :D!"

In other words, they did a lot of dirty work while you were sleeping and nurse was panicking trying to take care of your wounds.

When you wake up feeling heavy, you hear what sounds like a bit of screaming? Like, two people arguing? You opened your eyes to see both twins smothering you on the bed and the nurse trying to get them away from you.

"- They-They aren't fully healed yet, I think you two should-"

"- Ssshhhh, shush, they're gonna be fine."

"- . . ." The nurse didn't say anything.

"- They, are going to be fine, right?" They ask a little more, anxious?

You decided to say hi, and ask what happened, but the minute you open your mouth they're crying and screaming of joy, of panic, of guilt.

You can make half of what they're saying, but at least they seemed happy that you were awake.

After this incident, you're going to come to school with them every single day in their lamborghini and they don't want to hear anything against it.

And they're going to smoother you, forever, maybe one day even make it clear that no one is supposed to mess with you anymore. And that you deserve respect.

A couple of days after the incident they would treat you like the fragile thing that you are. And yes, they're going to whine if you don't let them hold you.

You actually never heard of the students of 2G after that.

. . .

Were them even in school anymore?

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

avengers-things i kinda need & can't stop thinking about, part 92374: a badly injured & concussed tony having a huge full-blown panic attack while there's no one there but peter parker who's kinda panicking himself bc how long do the others need to get there what is even happening how to help freaking IRON MAN & he can't let him sleep either bc concussion & some time later when the others arrive they find both of them wrapped around each other & in tears but still alive & that's what counts.

Okay, this sounds like it could be fun! Hope you enjoy it :)

Title: Just Breathe

Tony came back to consciousness with a sudden jolt. Hejack-knifed into a sitting position from where he lay on the floor.

His surroundings were still blurry as he attempted to blinkaway the fogginess clouding the edges of his vision. He felt gentle handsattempting to push him back down to the floor, but Tony fought them off.

“Mr. Stark, I really think you should lie back down.”

Tony startled at the other voice, thinking he had beenalone. He blinked once more allowing for the outline of a familiar face to fillhis line of sight.

“Kid?” Tony wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating or not.

“Yes, Mr. Stark, it’s me. Are you okay?”

Tony stared at him blankly, causing Peter to grow concerned.He nervously fumbled with his hands.

“Can you understand me?” Peter tried again.

Tony nodded, because as confused as he was, he was in factable to process the words that came from the mouth of his 16-year-old protégé. “Kid…”

Peter inched closer, though his movements were cautious. “Umm…Karen told me you might have a mild concussion, as well as some broken ribs-“

The teen paused as he noticed Tony’s confusion. “Karen iswhat I named my suit’s AI. Anyways, she said you’ll probably be fine, but weshould still get you checked over by a medical professional as soon aspossible.”

It was at that moment that Tony became aware of the dullache in the back of his skull, and the burning sensation in his chest. He lookedaround the room as his vision finally cleared, to see that they were in somesort of dark cell. His brain tried to remind him of how he had possibly endedup there, but when no recollection came, he turned his attention back to the teen.

“Pete, care to enlighten me on what exactly happened?”

Peter rose his eyebrows. “You don’t remember?”

“Not in the slightest.”

Peter shifted his position, an uncomfortable expression onhis face. His Spider-Man mask laid on the floor next to him. “Well… I wasfollowing these criminals- they were talking about shooting up a bank. I sawthem with the guns, so I went after them- and then you called me, through thesuit. I told you what was happening, you told me to stay away it was toodangerous blah blah blah- You know, Mr. Stark I totally had it handled-“

“Kid-“ Tony cut him off. “Stop rambling and get to thepoint.”

Peter blushed. “Right. So, you of course had to show up andtry and stop me, but then those criminals caught us from behind knocked us bothout. You went down pretty easy, no offence Mr. Stark. I put up a pretty goodfight, not trying to brag or anything. Anyways, so now we’re here- locked insome sort of abandoned prison cell.”

Tony groaned. Great.“Have they came back yet? The criminals?”

“No.” Peter said, in a stern tone unfamiliar to his usualway of speaking.

“Alright-“ Tony grunted, attempting to stand up. “We have tofind a way out of here.”

“No, no, Mr. Stark, you’re injured- please, just sit down.”

“Kid, we can’t just sit here and wait for them to come back.”

“I’m not sure if they’re coming back, sir.”

“Peter. We need to get help.”

Tony attempted to stand up again, and Peter shoved him down-rougher than he had anticipated, causing the teen to wince and pain as hegrabbed his left shoulder.

Tony’s eyes widened. “You’re not hurt too, are you?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Peter sighed, moving his feet into a cross-legged position. “Ithink my shoulder might be dislocated.”

Tony’s face paled as he finally took a good luck at the teen’sshoulder. Yup definitely dislocated. “Christkid- Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m sorry, I was just worried about you.”

The older man heaved a sigh, realizing that it was becomingincreasingly difficult to draw in a deep breath. “Y-You should have told me youwere hurt, kid…”

Dizzy.

“Are you okay, Mr. Stark?”

Nope, definitely not. “Yup,totally fine. A-OK.”

“You’re breathing too fast…”

“Just stop talking, Peter. It’s alright.”

“No, I-I think you’re having a panic attack-“

Damn, the kid wassmart.

“Mr. Stark, I don’t know how to help, I’m sorry!”

Dizzy…

“Shit. Mr. Stark-“

Tony almost wanted to correct the kid on his choice of language,but seeing as how couldn’t even breathe properly at the moment, he decided tolet it slide- just this one time.

He felt shaky hands guiding his own away from his face, hehadn’t realized they had moved up there.

“Breathe with me, Mr. Stark, please… In and out…”

The kid sounded worried, which made Tony worry more. Oh god, Peter just please stop worrying.

“Tony!”

Hearing his first name being shouted from the kid’s mouthsnapped Tony out of his trance.

“You need to breathe, okay? Breathe with me. Please.” Theteen’s voice was pleading and desperate.

He heard Peter take an exaggerated breath in, held it for afew seconds then let it out, obviously wanting Tony to follow suit.

Tony attempted to copy the motion of breathing, drawing in adeep breath and holding- just like Peter did.

“That’s, uh… That’s really good, Mr. Stark. Just… Just keepbreathing okay?”

Tony nodded and closed his eyes, concentrating on breathingwhile listening to Peter’s soothing voice. He jumped back to alertness as ahand gently tapped his cheek. “Can you keep your eyes open, Mr. Stark? I don’twant you falling asleep, we learned in my health science class that you shouldkeep concussion victims awake, so…” His voice was shaking.

“Pete.”

“Mr. Stark?”

“I’m going to be fine, I’m okay now. I can breathe. Thishappens… Way too often.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. You did a good job, kid. Helping me. Now why don’tyou take a minute to calm down yourself?”

Peter nodded, noticing his hands were shaking wildly. “Uh,Karen- my suit lady- told me that help is coming. I guess it’s a good thing youput that tracker in my suit, right?”

“Hey, I’m a genius with genius ideas.”

Tony lied back, supporting his weight on his elbows. All he wanted to do was sleep…

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“So, reading minds is now a part of your spidey powers now,huh?”

“What?” Peter arched his eyebrows.

“Never mind. Don’t worry, kid. I’m not going to sleep. Ijust need to relax. I don’t know how much you know about panic attacks, butthey can really drain a person.”

Peter nodded. “I’m sorry I got us into this mess.”

“You can’t blame yourself for something that a bunch oflow-life asshole criminals did, besides-“

Tony was cut off by the sound of sniffling. He looked overto the teen. “Peter? You okay?”

The teen quickly wiped away the tears with his sleeve. “Nah,I’m good.” He forced a smile.

“Are you crying?” Tony frowned.

“No…”

“You better not be lying to me again.”

A heavy sigh escaped Peter’s lips. “I was just worried. Ithought you weren’t going to wake up, Mr. Stark. They hit you really hard. Iwas scared, I’m sorry-“

Tony shut up the kid’s rambling by bringing him into a tightembrace. “I’m okay kiddo. I’m fine. We’re fine. It’s all going to be fine.”

They sat like that for several minutes, wrapped in a hugthat offered a comforting amount of warmness for both of them.

It was only interrupted by the sound of footsteps approachingthe cell, and breaking down the door. Tony instinctively put an arm in front ofPeter, protecting him from the possible threat. They both let out a sigh ofrelief when a familiar face appeared in front of them.

“Tony, Peter, you two alright?” The concerned voice of SteveRogers asked.

“Well, Cap. Not going to lie, we both feel pretty shitty.But thank God you took your sweet old time getting over here to rescue us.”

Tony brought his arm away from Peter, attempting to stand upwhile wincing in pain. Peter quickly got to his feet to help his mentor. “Hehas a concussion and some broken ribs.” Peter relayed the information to theirrescuer.

“And he’s got a dislocated shoulder.” Tony shot backimmediately. “Don’t let him try to convince you he’s fine.”

“I already feel it healing, Mr. Stark.”

“You’re still getting checked out. No arguing.”

Peter rolled his eyes as Steve moved forward to help themwalk out. “Natasha and Clint are outside. Scott and Wanda found the criminals,they were planning to ambush the building once help arrived. They have themapprehended.”

“I still can’t believe they managed to take us down in thefirst place, us! We’re Spider-Man and freaking Ironman! I mean, you didn’t haveyour suit, but still, Mr. Stark, I should’ve-“

“Kid.” Tony shut him up once again. “Do you ever stoptalking?”

Peter blushed. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Stark.”

“Peter, can it with the Mr.Stark stuff. Just call me Tony, okay? I think we’re close enough now if weweren’t before.”

“Right… Um, Tony?” The name sounded so uncomfortable leavingthe kid’s mouth.

“Yeah, Pete?”

“We’ll totally kick ass next time.”