Life at Auradon Prep

A.N: I'm so sorry for the late delay for the second chapter. Have been pretty hectic and writer's block only made things worse, it almost came to a point where I wanted to give up! But here am I now. Thankfully, I'm able to write again for the second chapter. Thank you all for your reviews, faves and follows! Oh, shout out to LoveMyFandoms for supporting me and you should check out her stories! Like Friends Like Me and Hocus Pocus Methods and TMNTFAN1 for guessing who's the angry boy. His his Marlon, the son of Merida.

So without further ado, here's the second chapter:

Chapter two

Marlon's POV

High school life is messed up.

I mean, the week ( or the day I should say) just started and I was bullied because I'm emo. Perfect.

Early this just before my first period began, I was at my locker, slowly opening it only to find many make-up pallets falling out and scatter on the floor right in front of me. I wondered who did such a thing like this! But then again, how did they know my combination lock? Well, I guess while I was taking out my books for class, these stalkers were watching me putting in my code.

These assholes thought that I use make-up to look pretty, but in reality, I only use eyeliner.

Then in Life Skills Without Magic class for the second period, I was at the back of the class because everyone loves me (sarcasm) when I received a note from a girl who I don't know or care about anyway asking if I cut my wrist frequently or I am depressed most of the time. Since I'm already used to these kinds of stereotypical questions, I replied and gave the girl back the paper, just to make her leave me alone.

But what I didn't know was that the girl began to gossip to her friends about me quietly and giving me sympathetic looks as if I needed pity.

I'm such an idiot for being sarcastic.

After I left that class since I was the last one to leave, some guys were either mocking me or giving me insults. I tried my best to ignore these idiots and go about my business. But, it seems like I cannot have any peace whatsoever because the more I ignore them, the more insults and mocking I get, and I'm pretty used to it. Ever since in elementary school and up to now, I've always been bullied because I'm emo or not looking strong enough like the other boys. From being held by my collar to kicks and punches and heavy insults, I'm used to it.

I can't tell my mom, Merida, because knowing her, she's quite a hothead after she gave my grandmother a cupcake, which poisoned her in a way and turned into a bear because of my mom's rebellion. But that's not the point, I just don't want to get her worried too much, she doesn't know what it's like being bullied because I'm different. I kept my pain and scars to myself and maybe I might tell someone about it.

Or never.

I had a friend back in middle school(the only friend), and we were close, but not too close. I can tell some of my issues I had to him and he would at least help me out with them. We were close until one tragic day, I was badly beaten up by some older middle school boys and I was calling him for help. I needed him to help me out, but unfortunately, he wasn't there. I passed out that day and found myself in the sickbay with bruises mostly on my arms and legs and a black eye. I asked where my friend was and only to find out that he had an exam and after, he and his girlfriend went out, completely forgotten about me. To be honest, I was crushed and hurt more than the bullies beat me to a pulp. When I confronted him, he tried to explain and I had enough of his shitty excuse. Then, I told him to fuck off. From that day, I have never seen him around as much. I heard that his girlfriend is the daughter of Aurora. I don't care, he failed me and now, he acts like a goody-two-shoes whenever I see rarely him.

And that's why I'm saying 'or never' because I don't want the same thing to happen again.

But, enough of my sad and depressing story. Anyway, after Math class for 3rd period before lunch, the unimaginable happened; I got a wedgie. Yes, a wedgie. I mean, c'mon! Who does that in high school? I know about middle school, but high school? Seriously? Pathetic.

I got my first wedgie when I was in middle school by none other than the infamous Chad Charming. He was very popular with both guys and girls alike. He thinks he's perfect and oh-so-nice, but in reality, he's nothing more than a cesspool. He was the one who gave a wedgie that made most of the kids laughed at me, except for a few like a goth girl and 4 other boys who were with her.

And he's the one who gave me a wedgie now.

Chad was always bullying me for as long as I can remember. I don't know why he's doing it, but he sort of likes me or something because I have never done anything to him. Maybe I look more feminine or something, I don't know or he just hates to see me. As I said, I don't what was his reason for bullying me, but he gave me a wedgie right after I put my books in my locker and about to go to the cafeteria.

To be honest, the wedgie that I got from Chad, was so painful that I can hardly walk. I was frustrated and fed up with that piece of shit of a prince. I feel sorry for his parents and sister and any girl who is currently dating him. Either they're dumb or blind.

Because of my frustration, I snapped at a girl while heading to the cafeteria. To be fair, she kind of deserved it. She was a chatterbox who doesn't look where she was going. She was cute though and her friend doesn't seem bad as the other girls I've seen, but I'm not into her or anything since it's the first day.

I told myself that whenever I see the cute girl, I will apologize to her and give her a new bag accessory for my apology.

Or not.

Speaking of the cute girl, it was after school and I was sitting under the cool tree shade when I saw her friend dragging her over in my direction. I was kind of nervous because knowing the cute girl, she's quite a hothead and thin-skinned too. But, I keep my cool and honestly, I don't anyone to bother me right now.

The girls came over and stop in front of me. The cute girl looked irritated while her friend looked calm as she holds the cute girl's hand tightly.

I sighed. What do they want from me now?

"Hi. Can I help you?" I asked.

The cute girl was about to say something but her friend beats her to it.

"Hey, we're the girls from earlier-" I cut her friend off.

"I know who you are."

"Ok," the friend began. "Well, my friend, Nizhoni here came to apologize."

Oh, the cute girl's name is Nizhoni? Hmm, interesting name.

Nizhoni turned to her friend and shoot her a glare. "Seriously? Do you have to tell him my name?"

Her friend ignored her and said, "Apologize."

Nizhoni groaned. "Do I have to?"

"Yes." Her friend said simply.

It seems like this Nizhoni girl hates my guts already. Hmm, this should be fun.

Nizhoni turned her attention back to me and began to apologize.

"I'm sorry," Nizhoni said, even though she didn't mean it. Her friend gave her a look.

"Oh, so you finally admit it," I smirked slightly.

Nizhoni shoots me a death glare. "Hey! Don't push your luck. My friend persuaded me to do it!"

I placed my hand on my cheek as I cocked my head to the side while leaning against the tree trunk.

"Hmm, I thought you said 'we're not over yet."

This time, Nizhoni scowled. "I changed my mind. It's not worth dealing with you."

"Says the girl who's a chatterbox."

"You said it again! I'm not a chatterbox!" Nizhoni said angrily.

My eyes slightly widened. Wow, this girl got herself worked up over trivial and petty things. Nizhoni is so dense and so...dumb, but at least she's fun to mess with. She doesn't even realize that I'm playing with her, and imagine when goes into the working world. She'll be offended by any petty word that is said at her. Geez, anyway, I glanced at her friend, who seemed so calm and collected and who knows maybe secretly shipping us. I like her, but I'm more into this idiot who's in front of me.

Despite this, this Nizhoni girl is the only girl that ever interacted with me and me kind of like it.

I pretended to yawn as I flipped my hand back and forth, still my other hand resting on my cheek. "I have no time to argue with you. And because of your behaviour just now, I'm not going to apologize."

Nizhoni gasped and angrily turned to her disinterested friend.

"See! I told you that he won't apologize to me!" Nizhoni complained and her friend just slapped her forehead and sighed.

I want to know this girl manages to have an idiot for a friend like Nizhoni? Hmm...

"Again, I'm sorry for Nizhoni's behaviour," her friend apologized as she shoots Nizhoni a glare. "She can be worked up over simple things."

What a coincidence, I think about the same thing. Wow, I like you more now.

Before they left, Nizhoni shoot me a glare and I feel unfazed as she leaned forward and narrowed her dark brown eyes at me.

Oooh, am I supposed to be scared or threatened by you? Haha, this should be fun.

"This is not over." Nizhoni sneered.

Funny, this idiot said the same thing when we were in the hallway. She then says 'It's not worth dealing with you'. Now, she said back the same thing that she said in the hallway earlier. I'm not the one who started this, not even her friend, Nizhoni did. I'm wondering if this dummy is threatening me or...she's into me.

The second option is better.

So Nizhoni is into me. Alright.

Again, I pretended to yawn. "Yeah, that's what you say the last time, then you changed your mind, now you're telling me the same thing you said earlier, you idiot."

Nizhoni gasped. "Did you just call me an idiot?!"

"No," I replied sarcastically as I rolled my teal eyes. "You do realize that you're wasting my time and your friend's time, right? Now, back off idiot."

Nizhoni looked like she's about to bite my head off, but she shook her head in disgust instead. "Ugh, you jerk!"

My eyes widened. Did she call me a jerk? Wow, that's the nicest thing someone has ever said to me. And no, I'm not being sarcastic.

Nizhoni then turned on her heels and stormed off and left. Her friend shrugged her shoulders at me and left, catching up with Nizhoni.

You know, what happened just now was unnecessary, but entertaining. I mean, no one ever really speaks to me or even calls me 'jerk'. And to be honest, I enjoyed it. Messing with that idiot makes it more fun than ever. Ironically, I was supposed to be an angry one, when Nizhoni is. Her friend though was chill, like I said before, I like her but I'm into Nizhoni. Hmm, that's what I'm going to do, mess with her every time I see her. Yes, I'll do that.

When Nizhoni called me a 'jerk' I feel good, good because ever since elementary school till now, I'd been called every nasty name I can think of. And you don't wanna know.

I put my hands behind my head as I leaned against the tree trunk and looking up at the clear blue sky as the cool summer breeze blew softly over my direction. Sigh, hearing 'jerk' just made my day and playing with an idiot like Nizhoni.

This was supposed be a longer chapter with couple more POVs, but I didn't realize that this is a long chapter. So I had to cut it and other POVs will be in the 3rd chapter. I hope this chapter isn't boring, I tried my best though. 'Her friend' is a reference to Emilie, since Marlon doesn't know them fully.