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Last chapter you met Blue's Brother and his boyfriend, if you like them, an account called @MissVelociraptor made them, (She's my Brother's Friend) and has a story that will be out soon, if not already. ALRIGHT I LOVE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL TIME MY SPRINKLES AND CHERRIES!

AND WITH THAT,
Ms. Cupcake OUT!

Just then, the door was swung open forcefully. "PUT IT DOWN!" A voice yells that could only belong to William. Although you had only known him for about an hour (or less), you recognized the voice.

His voice sounded hesitant, but loud. "How horrifying it's the cock block." Kale says and turns, slapping the object out of Theo's hands.

William jumped and tried sounding dominant. "I N-Need you to get to Class!" He said and Kale got up, sighing. Theo immediately grabbed you as soon as Kale moved.

William gulped deeply and went stiff as Kale walked outside of the room. Before completely leaving, Kale placed his hand on William's shoulder and whispered into his ear something you couldn't hear.

Theo possessively grabbed you and ranted about how he shouldn't have left you alone, as you tried curling yourself into non-existence. 

William approached you and your brother slowly. "Are you okay?" He asked and Theo answered instead.

"She's fine, now go away." Theo said, his voice sounding threatening. William quickly nodded and began walking back, but not before you nodded, informing him through this motion, that you, too, were indeed okay.

After he left, Theo began ranting about how he should never leave you alone and how he was now even going to take you to the bathroom with him.

~A lil' later~

A large bell chimed and Juliana entered the room. "(y/n)? Why aren't you at class?" She asked.

Theo was sleeping on top of your lap holding your leg tightly despite being asleep. "C-class?" You asked, confused.

Juliana nodded, not noticing that Theo was there. "Yep, even if this is a rehab we still have normal classes. On the bus did you get a paper?"

You shook your head.

"Alrighty then, let me get you your paper." She said rummaging through her binder. She took out a small piece of paper and gave it to you.

"Here you go, I'll see you later, you should go to class now." She said placing her binder back in her purse and heading out.

Looking at the crumpled paper you read the black ink:
Period 0: Home room with Mrs. Coleman
Period 1: Science with Mr. Coleman
Period 2: Social studies with Mr. Taylor
Period 3: Study period
Period 4: Lunch
Period 5: Arts and Crafts With Ms. Smith
Period 6: Math with Mr. Coleman
Period 7: Language arts with Mr. Taylor

(This is my schedule but with different teacher names. Also I got collage and careers for my elective, but considering that this is a school full of psychopaths, college, most likely, wouldn't be a course.)

You looked down at the sleeping Theo on your leg and placed your hand on his head, petting his hair lightly. You lightly began to pick his head off of your lap but he began to stir. Suddenly the song you mother had sung to you before bed popped into your head.

You lightly began signing it,

"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines
Ding ding dong, ding ding dong."

(I LOVE THIS SONG IT WAS MY LULLABY)

You gently placed his head on the pillow and slowly walked out.

*AT CLASS #2*

You looked around the room that was covered in inspirational posters and smiley face stickers. On the far left wall there was a window that was cracked and had a sticker of a flower over it. The tables were arranged in a U pattern and had name tags over them.

You walked in and looked around trying to find yours. At the very edge near the front, you found your name, and to your left there was a name tag titled Rick Trainer.

(A/N I HATE RICK SO I ADDED HIM TO THIS STORY FOR SPECIAL REASONS THAT YOU'LL SEE LATER)

You sat down waited for class to start. About a minute later, a man who was about 30 something walked in. His hair was brown and styled in a professional manner, his eyes were blue but nearly purple, and covered by glasses. He was wearing a light yellow button up shirt with a tie and black dress jeans.

When he noticed you he smiled. "Glad to see a student here before me." He walked over to your seat and glanced at your name tag. "I like you (Y/N) you're promising."

You looked up at him, surprised. "But... I'm late!" You stated, looking around the room.

"No, it's just that everyone tries to ditch, in about 3... 2... 1..." When he said one, a security guard pushed a group of kids into the room, locking it. The kids looked upset, but sat down none that less.

"See, happens almost everyday. Welcome back kids! I'm Mr. Taylor, welcome to Language arts!" He begun, and you noticed that every once in awhile he would bite the end of his pen in a somewhat seductive manner. Although it didn't seem intentional.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder and you turned to face another student.

You read his name tag again and looked back up at him. It was Rick Trainer, his eyes were a shade of brown similar to dark chocolate, his dirty blonde hair was tousled in a messy I-just-got-out-of-bed style. His skin was sunbathed and looked nearly red, his entire body was covered with freckles. His mouth was upturned in a cocky smirk.

"Hey, I'm Rick Trainer, what are you doing after class? You're kinda hot so Let's bang in the supply closet!" He said and licked his bottom lip.

You got uncomfortable and turned you attention back to the teacher. "Oh? Playing hard to get? Don't worry, I dig it. So, what did you get in for? I banged some girl, turned out she wasn't into it, rape or something, I don't care to much." He stated making you widen
Your eyes.

What. The. Literal. Fudge. Was this boy talking about? You scooted your seat away and pretended not to hear him.

By the end of the class you had found out the majority of his life. You pressed to fingers to your temple and rubbed it. You had a massive headache due to all of his talking.

(Timeskip because I want to go to sleep!)

It was night and you knew that your brother was looking for you, but you just wanted a break away from everyone. You were lying on the ground where you had first met Blue, next to the tree.

You yawned and curled up into a ball and closed your eyes. Before you could actually fall asleep you heard a loud "(L/N)! How's it hanging?" You fluttered your eyes open and looked behind you.

It was Rick, once again, But this time, he wasn't alone. There were two other boys dressed in black hoodies, so you couldn't see their faces.

You looked over at him and yawned a kitty-like yawn. Rick looked down at you and smirked. "You're practically begging to be banged, aren't you?" He said, and you noted the small tent his pants made. (Ew, what did I write?)

You widened your eyes and stood up. You were going to run, until one of the black hooded members grabbed you and held your arms. The second one snaked their arms around your waist, and caressed your chest. Rick smiled obnoxiously as you flailed in their arms. Rick then moved closer, and you were about to scream until he pressed his lips onto your and forced his tongue into your mouth.

It was disgusting. It was like French kissing a dog! You harshly bit on his tongue, making him scream.
(I always thought tongue was spelled tounge.)

He pulled back and looked into your eyes with distain. "YOU F*CKING B*TCH!" He yelled, and slapped you across the face so hard you felt dizzy.

You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of screaming. You shut your mouth, but the pain became so unbearable after he slapped you again while screaming more curses, that you passed out.

You awoke in your normal bedroom, and immediately thought it was just a dream. You looked at the wall clock that read 2:30 in the afternoon.

(This is slightly gory so beware.)
You walked out of your room and the moment you opened your door you witnessed a horrific sight. It was Rick, dismembered, and then sewn back together horribly. His intestines made a noose that hung him, his arms and legs were switched, his eyes and ears were inside of his stomach, holding a note.

You let out a violent, loud, scream alerting a nearby police man.
(Did I forget to mention that the school has an entire police station because things like this happen REALLY often.)

In less than 30 minutes it was a full blown investigation. You were sitting in your room with the blanket draped in your shoulders when a police man walked up to you.

"Ms. (F/n) (L/n)?" He asked. You looked up as the image of the dismembered body flashed in your mind. You shook with disgust and nodded.

He handed you a print out of the note in Rick stomach. It was in magazine letters and it read, "Always watching, Always hearing, my dear (F/n). Count on me to be your angel."

Te-he!
~Ms. Cupcake OUT!