"Hi guys," Feliciana greeted as she sat down at the lunch table in the cafeteria. The small 4'5.5" Sicilian wore skin tight light blue jeans and a black hoodie with the hood pulled over her head.

"Where's you're lunch?" Her friend Winifred asked. Everyone had their lunch trays out in front of them, but Feliciana hadn't walked over with one.

"I'm not hungry," she squeaked, looking down and making sure that no one could see her face.

"Why're you wearing that hoodie? You've never worn it before," Feliciana's older sister, whom was sitting right beside her, asked.

"I just thought I could change things up a bit, ya know?" She answered quickly.

Marisol frowned, unsatisfied. "Could you at least take the hood off?" Feliciana shook her head.

"Why not?" Her other friend Kaiya asked from where she was on the other side of the table next to Winifred.

"Because...of my hair," Feliciana responded barely above a whisper.

"What?" Kaiya leaned forward a little to so hear her friend better.

"Just take it off!" Winifred sighed, rolling her eyes.

"No!" Feliciana snapped. This caught everyone by surprise and they each jumped at her forceful tone.

Fed up with this, Marisol grabbed her hood and pulled it off. Feliciana clung to the edges and tried to keep it on, but her strength was no match for her sister's. All three of them gasped at what they saw. Feliciana had a huge black eye.

"Oh my God!" Marisol exclaimed.

"Who beat you up?!" Winifred punched her hand. "I'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget!"

"Feli...what /happened/?!" Kaiya's eyes were huge.

"It's nothing! Just forget about it," Feliciana grumbled, pulling her hood back over her head.

"There's no way that we can forget about this!" Marisol said, slamming her hands on the table and standing up.

"Please Feliciana, tell me who did this to you!" Winifred exclaimed, reaching out her hand and waiting for her friend to grab it.

Feliciana ignored Winifred's outstretched hand and shook her head. "N-no!"

"Why?" Kaiya asked.

Feliciana's eyes darted quickly between the gazes of her three friends sitting with her as she struggled for an answer. "Um, b-because...uh...I gotta use the bathroom!" Feliciana immediately stood from the table and ran out of the cafeteria.

"Feliciana!" Marisol, Winifred, and Kaiya all called at once.

She knew that they would all try to follow her, so Feliciana ran past the bathroom and out towards a secluded part on the quad surrounded by trees and the side wall of the gym. Feliciana leaned against a tree and tried to catch her breath.

"Well, well, well..." A deep and heavily accented German voice snarled, causing Feliciana to jump. "Guten tag."

She looked up and saw the blonde, his piercing blue eyes staring right into hers. He was leaning against the gym, a lit cigarette in his hand. Feliciana looked at him in fear as he took one last puff of smoke before throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it with one of his combat boots. He took a step towards her and and she stepped backwards, pressing herself against the tree.

"What brings you here?" He asked her. When Feliciana only whimpered and didn't say anything, the German slapped her across the face. "I'm talking to you!" Feliciana's face turned from his forceful contact, but she immediately pulled back, giving him her best 'you can't hurt me' look. But she couldn't deny the fact that her cheek was increasingly turning red and was stinging badly. It made tears prick behind her eyes. She didn't dare let them fall, though.

This time, the other punched her face. Right on her already black eye. "You think you're so tough?" He snarled in his menacing German accent. "Huh?"

Feliciana fell to the ground and placed a hand over her eye. "I don't want you to pick on me anymore, Ludwig!"

Ludwig kicked her stomach with his thick combat boot as she lay on the ground. "You think you're so fucking tough. You don't look fucking tough." He kicked her again, and Feliciana clenched her stomach fearing that she would hurl.

"I...I don't think I'm tough..." She mumbled loud enough for Ludwig to hear.

"Ja, das ist richtig, you're just a little whore." Ludwig stepped back and allowed Feliciana to stand up. But as soon as she shakily stood to her feet, he clenched her hoodie and pulled her up off the ground and closer to his face. "Got anymore money?"

"N-no! You took it all this morning!" Feliciana wailed frantically. The tears that she were holding back were now filling her eyes, threatening to fall down her face because of how afraid she was of Ludwig.

He made a face. "What? Are you going to cry now?" Ludwig teased her. "Well go on then. Cry. Let me see you cry!" He threw her down to the ground. Feliciana landed on her butt and scrambled backwards, trying to get away. But Ludwig stepped on her foot, causing her to yelp. "Ah, ah, ah. I told you, I want to /see/ you cry. So come on, you little scheiße!"

And so Feliciana did cry. She cried and cried until she had no more tears. All the time Ludwig smiled and watched her cry. When she was finished, he grabbed her hoodie and lifted her up again, his smile gone. "Listen up, I'll come find you tomorrow, and when I do, you better have twenty bucks on you." Ludwig dropped her; Feliciana fell to the ground with a thud. "And you know what happens if you tell. I'll stop going easy on you; I'll break your bones for real!" Feliciana nodded quickly, and Ludwig added, "And you're not going to do anything about it. Do you know why?"

"B-because I'm not tough," she squeaked.

"And?"

"A-and because I'm shit."

"Wunderbar! You're scheiße and you're a bitch. /My/ bitch." Ludwig knelt down in front of Feliciana and whispered in her ear, "And you're a tiny. Little. Freak." Ludwig stood up and laughed before walking away. As he did, he called to her, "Don't forget. Tomorrow. Twenty bucks."

Once he was gone, Feliciana grasped the closest tree tightly and heaved herself up to her feet. She leaned against the tree, holding her stomach and breathing heavily.

She knew that Ludwig was going easy on her, and she knew what he would do if she ever told anyone. Feliciana winced at the pain in her face and her stomach. Her eyes widened as she bent over instinctively. She didn't hurl, but she went through the motions.

After she was done, Feliciana stood back up and looked around. No one was out on the quad at all; lunch must be over and everyone's probably in class. Feliciana decided that she would be better off just going home and dressing her wounds before Marisol got home. The school day was halfway over anyways.