(This takes place in highschool.) Read to find out more...

(Monicas Pov)

I had finally managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. The field was out of bounds in the winter but I didn't care, it was a Friday and the school teachers had better things to do with their time. I gently took out my favourite book, and placed it carefully on my lap. The book was old and heavy, the leather felt soft and delicate as I ran my fingers over the faded blue bindings. I fingered the gold lettering carefully before I opened the cover, paper rustled as I thumbed through the book to find what I was looking for. Words appeared and disappeared as my eyes flitted across the pages, quickly picking out anything of importance from the jumble of sentences that littered the world I had become immersed in. I poured herself into those pages. I scoured the book. I skim read the book. I read until I was almost cross-eyed and the words merged into nonsense. I lived each page in breathless rapture. I felt the characters leap out at me.

"Hey, watcha you doing there, bookworm?"

That mean, deep voice shook me back to Earth. Its always her. She haunts me. I hate her...

Who?

Rachel. She was only a fake friend, pretending to care for me, and then ditching me for this girl named Phoebe. Their both popular bitches.

She was horrible. She told me what to wear to be in with her crew. I hated her but being 'friends' with her means that I am popular. She teases other girls and flirts with all of the boys. She was just one of them girls that you wanted to push into a metal locker and bruise all of her face.

She suddenly approaches me, taking baby steps, oh, oh. I hate to know what happens next.

I look down as she shouts insults at me, I try not to show that I'm hurting inside. What else can i do? Suddenly I felt her fist hand on my face. I stumble backwards and blood trickles from my nose. She flips her hair and turns to leave.

This is a daily routine. Every single day, I get slapped by her. No one has ever stood up for me. Until this one kid, whose name was Chandler.

Eventually he was forced to turn against me just like all the others do. No one wants to be with someone like me. In this world, I am alone. Just like a lone-wolf.

Depressing, huh?

Flashbacks echoed in my mind, as I remember what he said, when he defended me.

My eyes began to water, and I felt the blood trickle- now all over my hands.

Flashback* (Also, with Chandlers Pov)

I'm right. I know I am. I'm right and they won't listen. I could explain all damn day and they still won't get it. How do I tell them that-- I love her? They wont understand how someone can fall for her. But, they just don't get what kind of person she is like. The whole school bullies her.. Her.. The love of my life... They're all bullying her, and here I am doing absolutely nothing to stop it. I..I.. I have to stand up for her! She may not ever get the chance to know that she is loved by someone out there. I wanna go out with her, date her, even marry her,.. but I cant. Its because, I am scared. Scared of losing her. Of hurting her, And I cant live with myself if I do. I also dont want to get beaten by the gang. If your wondering who the gang is, well... its a group with mixed genders, both boys and girls, made by Rachel Green that bitch. It consist of Joey, Phoebe, Kip, Kathy and Janice .

Just mentioning them makes me raging with anger. I cant take this anymore, seeing her cowered, surrounded by 7 mean heads. I am spitting angry, right now. I have chosen to step up.

My face has become rigid, jaw clamped tight, teeth grinding.

"Stop Bullying her." I screamed.

Everyone looked at me shocked.

"Thats right, I am standing up for her. I am putting my foot down. This has to end, now!

And I am here, to put a stop to it. Is she less human because her mother never loved her but yours doted on you?! Is she less because her beginnings were so much worse than yours? Perhaps you will take the one thing she is most proud of and shatter it with glee. He then looked at Rachel with nothing, but pure disgust. Don't you know what you're doing? Can't you stop?"

Rachel roared with laughter, as she pointed at Chandler accusingly. "Do you know who you are even protecting?" she stepped making him shudder.

Seeing no sight of anger emotions anymore, she explained further,

"I'm her bully. I don't hate her. I don't feel anything toward her one way or the other. To me shes a tool to vent my frustrations on, have some fun with, feel superior to. When I tease her I get a surge of power I just can't get another way. My mother likes coffee, my father loves a beer, I have her to make me look good.

Why her? Why not? Shes small, scrawny, no friends who'd stick their neck out for her. With that over emotional high strung nature shes a gift. I call her something lame and I've got entertainment all day just watching her suffer. Am I sorry? Do I feel guilty? No, not really. It's just nature, right? Strong vs weak, and if anywhere in this concrete hell is still a jungle it's the schoolyard."

I clenched my fist, a vein popped out of my forehead.

I stood their frozen. I would rather they take a knife to my skin than speak those words so cold. I tilted my head to face Monica, slowly locking my eyes with hers. I softly send her a reassuring smile. When I was about to reach my hand out for her. The school bell rings, (great timing, huh?)

All I wanted to do at that moment was to hold her in my arms sooo tight, never letting go, whispering soothing words in her ear, and kissing her tears away.

How can life be so cruel?

I didnt have a chance to tell her, that I am hanging out with the jerks, so I can save her. The truth is, I had a plan. A plan that can help me kick everyone away from Monica. I just hope she doesnt think I left her. I really really hope she doesnt buy my acting. As for now, I have to deal with watching her suffer...

'Then you'll hate me like all the others. All the others. All of them with their judging eyes from their comfortable lives with those that love them.'

"You're ugly anyway," Everyone retorted.

Wow! That was extremely painful to write.

Btw I am just doing this for fun.

Next chapter coming up soon. Tell me what you think!