Warnings: School fight, blood, bruising, bullying, swearing, EVERYONE gets their ass beat
A/n: This is based off a ao3 fic that I liked but also hated cuz it had 🍇.. I didn’t read the tags pls. Anyways I’m rlly proud of this fic ha so enjoy
You felt so stupid, you never thought that you’d get into such dumb fights for such dumb reasons. Now you’re stuck in an empty classroom, with two idiots you just finished fighting with. All covered in either blood or bruises, the fuck happened?
Third pov:
Another average morning at school. The hallways were full of teens either walking to class or having a quick chat with their friends.
However, Pico and Darnell had other plans. The two boys were in the middle of a brawl, one in one side of the hallway, and the other in-well the other. All of the students stopped whatever they were doing to watch the two, cheering ‘fight!fight!fight!’, Y/n had been in the middle of the two, trying to grab some books from their locker. They were completely unaware of the fight that they were basically in the middle of since they had their earbuds plugged in on max volume
As y/n went in to grab on of their books, Pico reaches in to grab it from their hands and throw it at Darnell. “Dude!” Y/n yells, raising their hands a bit. Pico ignores them, realizing that he missed the first throw. In a panic, he grabs y/n’s iPod from their hands and pelts it at Darnell’s face.
Y/n gasps and runs towards their dear iPod to try saving it from the fight, but before they can even get near it, Darnell accidentally steps on the screen while getting up. Y/n stops in their tracks, jaw open and eyes widened. They were too late. They quickly look back at Pico, who was getting his ass absolutely handed to him by Darnell, and decides that he’s gonna have to pay for that thing, and not with money.
Once Pico knocks Darnell out on the floor for a bit, y/n tackles him. “What the fuck??” The confused ginger yells while y/n grabs him by his hair and stuffs his head in their open locker. ‘Oh fuck’ and ‘holy shit’s are heard from the audience of students watching as they prepare for what’s about to happen. Suddenly, a bang comes from the locker door and Pico’s head, as y/n slams the door shut with his head stuffed inside. They then do it again, and again, until her arms eventually get tired, and they notice Darnell getting up.
Darnell seems confused at first, until he realizes that he stepped on their iPod. Shit, now he has another opponent. Before he knows it, him and y/n are both giving each other bruises and bloody noses, fists flying everywhere. At least until a few teacher make their way out of the crowd, and quickly separate the three.
Now, y/n is sitting in the third row of some desks in a classroom, while both Pico and Darnell sit behind her. The room is filled with nothing but silence, Pico laying his head on the desk, seemingly asleep. Y/n on the other hand, wasn’t doing much. They didn’t have any homework, nor were they feeling sleepy, so they just had their elbows on the table, holding their head from falling. I mean, what else was there to do? Use their iPod? ..wait
Darnell, sitting behind her, puts his feet up on the top of y/n’s chair, getting dirt in their hair. Now, normally y/n would ask them to stop, or even tell the teacher, but at this point, they didn’t feel like getting anymore trouble for anything else. So they just tried their best to ignore him. Darnell chuckles at their ‘reaction’, then going back to playing with his lighter.
“Darnell!” Mr Roger’s yells, “Do I need to put you in another classroom?” He asks rhetorically. Darnell groans in annoyance, “no sir..” he mumbles. Mr Roger’s sighs, “Darnell, why don’t you just, go get me some papers from the printing room.” Mr Roger’s says waving his hands in a shooing motion, Darnell clicks his tongue, clearly pissed. But he still gets up to go do as he says.
Y/n feels a wave of relief, that Darnell’s dirty shoes aren’t stuffed in their hair anymore. But as soon as they finally find peace, it’s quickly interrupted a paper ball being thrown at them. Out of curiosity, they pick up the paper ball and unwrap it, because of course they did.
“Whats ur name?”
Was written in some shitty Sharpie that Pico found on the floor. He couldn’t find a pencil or even a paper since his backpack was a mess, so he just wrote on his homework that was past due a week ago. Y/n looks back at Pico, who’s head was down as if nothing had happen, they rolled their eyes at the freckled boy. They then look down at the paper, wondering if they should write back or not. Eh, why not.
“Y/n”
Y/n waits until the teacher at the front of the class averts his gaze to something else, throwing the ball back to the ginger. Pico tucks it under his elbow, his head still down. Suddenly, y/n’s heart drops when she hears Mr Roger’s chair creak as he gets up. “I’m gonna go check on Darnell. You two, stay silent.”
As soon as Mr Roger’s steps out of the classroom, a voice is heard from behind y/n. “Sorry that I threw your thing, y/n..” Pico mutters shamefully, y/n looks back at the injured boy. His lip looked busted, and he had bruises around his cheek. Y/n cringes at the sight of his injuries, injuries that they did. “It’s fine.. sorry about the locker.” Pico chuckles at y/n’s apology, shaking his head.
“I uhh, got you something, Yknow, for your lip.” Y/n grabs a cold can of monster from under their desk. Then handing it to pico. “You can drink it too if you want it” Pico grabs the cold drink from their hands, and places it on his bruised cheek. “What song were you listening to anyways? Must’ve been somethin’ pretty loud” He laughs. Y/n blushes a bit in embarrassment of what her answer is, “oh just.. break stuff by limp bizkit”
Pico’s eyes lighten up at her answer, “no fuckin’ way! I love bizkit!!” He smiles, “Lemme guess, your favorite album is significant other?” Y/n laughs, “no, it’s chocolate starfish..”
Pico cracks the can of Monster open, taking a couple of painful sips since his lip was busted. “Your nose still has blood on it by the way” Pico points out, y/n tapping blood that was on their upper lip, seeing dried blood. “Shit.. I don’t have anything to wipe it with” They mutter staring at the dry blood on their finger. “I got some water, gimme a sec” Pico grabs his backpack, and pulls out his water bottle and a crinkle napkin from some fast food place. He begins to pour a little water on the napkin, and makes the ‘come here’ motion with his hand to y/n.
Once y/n scoots closer, bringing their chair with them, he grabs the side of their jaw lightly, moving them closer. Pico wipes the dry blood from y/n’s upper lip. Y/n looks around the room, trying to not stare into picos green eyes, but they eventually fail. The two make eye contact, their faces only an inch or two away from each other. Not knowing what to say about the awkward interaction, she decides to compliment him, because of course they did. “Your hairs really.. pretty” Y/n whispers, “what?” Pico responds, quite confused at the feminine compliment.
“Hey!”
The two heads snap at the door, where Mr Roger’s, along with Darnell, stood. “What did I say about talking?” Darnell chuckles at the state the two were in, “oh shit! Were you two about to kiss?” Darnell laughs, pointing at the two. Pico and y/n both look back at each other, realizing that their current position wasn’t the most.. platonic. Pico and y/n quickly move back to their desks, red faced, rambling about how gross it’d be to even be near each other
“Pfft, whatever you say, lovebirds.” Pico scoffs “fuck you Darnell.” “Okay you two, that’s enough. Pico, Y/n,” He starts, “you two are going to get detention for the whole week. Darnell, you’ll be getting two weeks for sneaking out.” Darnell groans in annoyance.
The group exits the classroom onto the front of the now empty school. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow..” Pico shrugs, his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, you too, Pico.” Y/n says before walking away, Pico weakly raising a hand to wave her goodbye.
