Matt

Besides from having a bloody lip and nose, I had no real injuries from my little scuffle with James. Well, no physical injuries anyway. My pride was a little wounded, but I tried not to let it show. James and Mark were grade A psychos who probably wouldn't even get punished for what had happened; Mr. McMahon had already suspended them three times and we've barely been in school for over a month. Suspensions were just vacations for them. In school suspensions and detentions were skipped and as for them finally getting kicked out (which they should have been for the amount of times they've been suspended alone), I doubted McMahon would go through with it. Expelling them meant having a meeting with a school board (which McMahon hated because they sometimes overruled him--and the man was filled with too much pride to take that very well) but he would have to have a meeting with their parents. And Caroline Lawson was the last person anyone wanted to have a meeting with. She made Satan look like a saint in comparison.

"Fucking crazy bastards," Adam muttered darkly. "I fucking can't stand them." He was agitated as hell, which I always found to be really hot.

"Yeah, I can't either," I said with a nod. When I had been younger, James had actually kind of scared me a little bit. But as I grew older, I just…I didn't know. James and I had never really clicked to begin with, and he never liked Adam, which didn't set well with me at all. Then there was the incident involving Adam's Saint Bernard Monster, which only added fuel to the fire. "We'll get them back eventually. We just need to be patient."

"Fuck being patient," Adam said. Out of the two of us, he was the hot head who didn't know how to plan shit out. "Fucking Lawson and Callaway--"

"Adam, just shut up for two minutes," I ordered. I didn't want to listen to him rant and rave at the moment. It wasn't going to do anything but piss me off more.

Adam went quiet, although he looked kind of pissed that I had yelled at him. He didn't say anything about it though. He knew better than that. Despite what I knew Jeff thought, Adam was no in control of this relationship. Maybe it had kind of started out that way at first, but I had turned the tables very quickly on my blonde boyfriend. I called the shots, and if he didn't like it, he just shut up and dealt with it.

"Do you think Jeff said something to James?" Adam finally asked a few minutes later. The hallways were clearing out now that third period was about to start. "I mean, what James said--"

"Lawson always knows more than he should," I interrupted. While I had never credited Jeff with an overabundance of brains, I highly doubted that he had ever told James about what I did to him or what Adam did to Evan. I doubted that Jeff really even knew who James was. "And besides from that, he probably overheard you bragging about what popping Evan's cherry when you were drunk. You have trouble keeping your mouth shut when you're drunk."

"Yeah I know," Adam said with a sigh. "But come on, don't you think that's enough of an excuse to punish to Jeff?" He looked at me with eager eyes. "I mean, we should be safe rather than sorry, right?"

I smirked. I knew Adam just wanted an excuse to go after Jeff. He had been asking me for weeks if he could deflower Jeff, but I hadn't made up my mind if I wanted him to do it or not. As much as I knew Jeff would hate it (and his misery brought me joy), I was the type who got jealous very easily. "We'll see about that, alright?"

He nodded. "Alrighty then." He grabbed me by the hand. "Come on, I want to go torment the band geeks while they're trying to play their instruments."

I chuckled and let him pull me along. I knew part of the reason he really wanted to go into the band room right now was because his brother Jay was in there at the moment. Jay was in the same grade as us, but he was a month younger, and a hell of a lot different than Adam. People actually liked Jay because he was "nice" or some shit like that. It was fucking stupid.

On the way to the band room, we happened to pass Evan and Shannon. Adam smirked at Evan and blew him a kiss, which just freaked the little fucker out. I laughed at the glare Shannon sent us and wrapped my arm around Adam. That alone pretty much made me want to torment Jeff later when we got home. Tormenting Shannon and Evan was fun, but playing mind games and knocking the stuffing with Jeff was even more fun. His pain, his anguish, his fucking pleas for me to stop…they were a fucking drug.

And I was a mother fucking addict.

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Annabelle

"Bella slow down!" Glenn told me, using his term of endearment for me. He was following me towards Mr. McMahon's office. We were supposed to be going to our computer arts class, but I couldn't do it, so I was making him come with me to try to bail Mark and James out of trouble. "There's probably nothing we can do anyway, so why are you working yourself up like this?"

I didn't answer him. He just wouldn't get it. I felt like I was not going to be able to handle Mark and James both getting suspended again. I just couldn't. If they were suspended again, I would be all alone in a lot of my classes. And I just could not take that. Even though I had known a lot of these people for years now, I couldn't be left alone with them. I just got all paranoid about them staring at me and the things that they said about me behind my back. Because I was not stupid. I knew they talked about what a freak I was. But unlike James, the hostility weighed heavily on me. I knew that it was all in my head, but it didn't change the fact that my chest was so tight that I couldn't breathe and my heart was skipping too many beats to be normal. I was starting to have a full blown panic attack, and I suddenly wished I hadn't forgotten to take my Xanex this morning. I needed it so badly that it wasn't funny.

I stopped walking and put my hand on my chest. I really couldn't breathe right now. My palms were cold and sweaty and I was starting to feel very light headed. "Glenn, I…I…"

"Annabelle! Annabelle! Damn it sis, wake the fuck up!"

I opened my eyes, which felt like I was fighting off giant weights that had been put on them. I was on the floor now, and I was looking up at James, Mark and Glenn. Everything around me sounded muffled and far away; it almost felt like I had gone through another AC/DC concert or something like that.

James sighed and rested his head against mine. "You can't do this to me sis. That shit fucking scares me."

"Sorry," I said weakly. I sat up slowly, clinging to him because I still felt dizzy.

"What the fuck were you trying to do girl?" Mark demanded to know.

"She was trying to stop McMahon from suspending you," Glenn said. "Although I'm not sure she had that well thought out."

James shook his head. "We didn't get suspended. He's giving up on that. Now every time we fuck up, we either have to pay a fine or he'll suspend us and then actually tell our parents for once."

"Oh," I said. I guess that had the potential of working, mainly because of James's philosophy of Caroline being kept in the dark as much as possible. Besides, James and Mark both loved their money, so actually, I was starting to think Mr. McMahon was kind of a genius.

"Do we need to take you home?" Glenn asked.

I shook my head. "Just get me to the nurse's office. Mrs. Carter will let me rest there until I feel better."

"Okay then," James said. He scooped me up into his arms and got back up to his feet. "As long as you're sure that will help."

"It will," I assure him. I rested my head against his shoulder. I was too tired to care about how people would interpret that gesture. Whenever I freaked out to the point that I passed out, I didn't feel good for a good hour or two afterwards. But the feeling would eventually pass, and I would be back to normal soon enough.

Well, as normal as I could get anyway. I was James's sister after all. Insanity was in our blood.

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Jeff

Mr. Ross, my history teacher, kept me back a little after class to talk about my grades and shit like that, which made me late for study hall. I didn't really care about being late in itself, but I didn't like being all alone in the hallways. Sometimes I ran into Adam and Matt when I was alone in the hallways, and they always took advantage of it by messing with me. I hated it so much, but there was nothing I could ever do to make them stop. They lived to torment me.

Just as I was about to turn the corner, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into the janitor's closet. A strong hand covered my mouth so I couldn't scream. "Relax," Randy ordered. "It's just me."

The very fact that it was him was more than enough reason to scream, but I quieted down anyway. Randy was not known for controlling his temper and I didn't want to set him off when I was trapped in here with him. "What do you want?" I asked when he finally took his hand off my mouth.

He rolled his eyes and began nuzzling my neck his hands reached up my shirt and started running going all across my chest and stomach. "You know what I want Jeff," he told me. "Why would you even have to ask that?"

I shuddered. I did know what he wanted, and it made me feel sick to my stomach. "Please Randy, don't do this," I begged. I squeaked as I felt his thumbs brush up against my nipples. Chills went up my spine and my breathing started to hitch. I didn't want him to have this effect on me. Yes he was beyond hot, but he was doing this against my will. I didn't want any of this to feel good.

"Come on Jeff, don't be like this," he pouted. He kissed my neck gently while not so innocently brushing his groin up against mine. I gasped and my legs nearly buckled from the contact. He was already getting hard from this. "I've been thinking about you all morning," he told me. He took his hands out from under my shirt and started undoing my belt. "I've been wanting to make you feel real good. Don't you want me to make you feel good?"

No damn it. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I tried to push his hands away, even though I knew he was stronger than I was and he would get the best of me in the end. "Randy please leave me alone. I don't want to do this."

"Sure you do Jeff," he replied. He was acting like I was a complete idiot who had no idea what was about to happen. "You know it feels good." He reached down into my boxers and wrapped his strong hand around my dick. "I don't see why you feel the need to try to lie to me right now." He started rubbing my cock, gently at first, but then a little harder when I kept trying to get away. "You know you always get hard when I do this. It's nothing you need to feel ashamed of. It's supposed to feel good."

I closed my eyes, my face red with shame. I hated Randy for doing this to me. I didn't want my body to enjoy this. I knew this was wrong. He was fucking molesting me. If Matt ever found out, he would beat me within an inch of my life for being a whore. He would think I wanted Randy to do this to me.

My eyes snapped open as I felt Randy's other hand slip down the back of my pants. His fingers were just daring to enter me right then and there. "No," I objected, really not wanting that. "No no no no…."

"Shush now," Randy ordered. "This will feel really good, I promise."

I let out a small sound of pain as he pushed his middle finger deep inside of me. Oh fuck, that hurt like a bitch. I whined as he continued to finger me, hating the way he was probing me but too scared to try to fight my way free. I had heard stories about what happened to people who tried to fight Randy too much. He would beat them up and punt kick them in the head, which was just a very scary thought to me. I didn't want to get kicked in the head. I got beat up enough by Matt and Adam as it was, so I didn't want to add Randy to the list of people who hit me.

"Damn Jeff, you're tight," Randy said with a grin. He slipped another finger inside of me and began roughly stretching me. "God, I can just imagine how tight you would feel around my dick." His eyes suddenly glazed over with a predatory lust. "Let's find out, shall we?"

My eyes widened and I couldn't just stand there and let him do that. I began fighting him as hard as I could, despite the way my ribs were protesting against my effort. But he was too strong for me. He removed his fingers from my ass and pinned me up against the wall way too easily. "Randy stop!" I begged. "Please don't--"

The door to the closet suddenly opened, causing Randy to jump away from me. "James what the hell?" Randy said angrily. "What the fuck do you want?"

James grinned. "I'm interrupting your attempts of sexually assaulting a freshman. I swear, you and Copeland have some sort of weird fetish for the fresh meat."

"I was not going to sexually assault him," Randy protested. "Jeff is here on his own accord."

"Yeah, and I'm normal," James replied. "Come on Orton, don't bullshit me. Jeff looks scared out of his mind. He doesn't want to be here with you. So why don't you do us all a favor and get the fuck out of here?"

Randy glared at me and I shrank back into the corner. If looks could kill, I would so be beyond dead right now.

"Hey, don't fucking look at the fresh meat like that!" James snapped. He sounded like he was really starting to get pissed off. And even by just knowing him from rumors and reputation, I knew that him getting pissed was a very bad thing. "I told you to get lost Randy, so you better fucking do it, or I'll make you a bigger bitch than Hunter did."

Absolutely seething, Randy stormed out of the closet. I sank down to the floor, my legs no longer able to support me. "Thank you," I said quietly.

"Yeah," James said. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back up to my feet. "No problem." He studied me carefully. "Aren't you Matt Hardy's little brother?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but I go by Jeff for short."

He chuckled. "Well, just so we're on even footing here, I'm James Lawson." He glanced back at the hallway that was still empty. "How about you fix your jeans and then we go for a walk? I need to get the hell out of here."

"Okay," I said. That suddenly sounded like a great idea. I needed to get the hell out of here anyway. School just wasn't safe anymore.