WARNING: Attempted sexual assault. I'm sorry, my thoughts just got out of hand...

"... Besides, I can't find a job where I'd be good at anything anyway." Haley stopped grading papers and turned to use her death glare on you. You stared each other down. She looked away first. "You really should have more self confidence, you know that?" You rolled your eyes playfully and returned to your work. There wasn't much Haley needed help with on Tuesday afternoon, but hey, better than going home.

You had, somehow, managed to make it to school yesterday despite your concussion. Mathew had helped you to classes, and the two of you had sat together at lunch again, laughing at stories he told you about Alfred when he was younger. It had been fun. He was the first person who you had allowed to become close to you and who had really gotten to know you as a friend. Because of that, you felt almost... happy. Despite not wanting to admit it, it was nice to have someone really care about you again...

You shifted in the hard, uncomfortable, plastic chair and looked up to survey the kids in the detention room. Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis were all sitting in the back corner talking and laughing about some obscene prank that had landed them here. From what you understood, it had something to do with paint filled water balloons and the lubing of the bathroom floors. You didn't ask. Allen was absent after being temporarily expelled. Again, you decided it was better not not ask. His brother, Matt, was here along with Lutz, Luciano, and several of the other usuals. You sighed and finished organizing the rest of your papers. "Okay, all done." Haley looked up at you. "Well... then you're free to go. Thanks for staying!"

You smiled. "Anytime." After packing up your stuff and donning your coat, you headed to the door and opened it. "Adios Chica!" you nodded and let the door close quietly behind you. You started to make your way down the hallway and out of the building. Left turn.. Right turn... Your shoes tapped eerily as you walked down the shadow filled, abandoned halls. Well this is a little... creepy... even for me.

You unconsciously picked up your pace in relief as the back exit doors of the school came into view with bright light shining through them. You blinked rapidly after flinging the door on the right open, trying desperately to adjust your eyes to the light. Sighing happily, you trotted down the steps and turned the corner around the edge of the school. Wow(y/n), way to be paranoi- "WHA- NO!" you shrieked as you were pulled backwards.

A firm arm wrapped around your waist and another around your neck as a hand was placed over your mouth. "Shhh, shh, Tamago gata no kao. Be still. There is not need to fight me, You're just going to hurt yourself." Your eyes widened; you struggled frantically and you kicked at your assailant, trying to free yourself from his grip as he dragged you back around the building into a small alcove that marked the emergency exit doors of the large gym.. "MMMM- MM, MHHMM!" A soft, sickly sweet voice whispered happily in your ear. "Please don't try to yell, (y/n). No one can hear you, no one will come for you... just give up."

Your body was pinned against the wall. A lean frame effectively squishing you into the brick which rubbed your skin raw, while a blindfold wrapped tightly around your eyes. The pressure suddenly lessened ever so slightly but the inhumanly strong arms returned to your abdomen and neck.

The hand grasping at your waist drug short nails up and down your thigh before unhurriedly unbuttoned your jeans, allowing them to fall partway off your hips. A thumb dipped slightly into the waist band of your panties, lightly tracing circles on your exposed skin as it did. You felt the hand drag up from your waist to slide across your stomach, pushing your shirt up to your bra as icy cold fingertips pressed into your chest. No, NO!

The man yelped as you sank your teeth into the soft flesh of his palm. His hand moved away. Perfect! You opened your mouth to yell, only to have something shoved roughly down your throat. You coughed and choked uncomfortably on the hard piece of rubber like material and struggled against the arm firmly holding your hips. "Bad girl- You need to behave-" He stopped suddenly and you craned your neck to listen. Footsteps.

You shoved backwards, surprising your assailant and knocking him off balance as you slammed him into the gym doors. He gasped as the breath was knocked out of him and his hands fell away. "You little bitch!" he hissed venomously. "HELLO?! Is someone there?!" Before you could pull the object out of your mouth and call for help, nails caught your hands and twisted into the flesh of your wrists. "Don't think that this is the end of our little game." Teeth tore sharply into your neck before the weight behind you disappeared and you were shoved to the ground.

Ouch. Your hands reached up simultaneously to remove the blindfold and the gag. You blinked as light flooded back into your eyes and choked as you drew the spit soaked object from your mouth. A rubber Nylabone? He shoved a dog treat down my throat?! Are you KIDDING ME?! The increasingly approaching footsteps grew louder. Sounds like someone's running pre-

A body whipped around the corner of the building, but came to a dead halt when the person glanced into the alcove. A very familiar body. Maybe too familiar by this point. "Alfred?" He blinked rapidly and dropped his sports bag to the ground on his way over to you. "(Y/n)? Oh my God, are you okay?" He looked at your state of disarray and blushed slightly before his expression shifted from embarrassment to anger. Extreme anger.

"Who did this?" his words were quiet with rage. You held up the blindfold. "I have no idea." Throwing the objects in your hand to the ground, you straightened your shirt and buttoned your jeans. Running your fingers through your hair, you shifted uncertainly. "Alfred-" He interrupted you, "I swear to GOD if you tell me to be quiet about this-" You reached out and touched his arm before he could fully launch himself into a rant. "Alfred, please..." The two of you were locked in a battle of staring for several seconds.

He looked away first and sighed in defeat. "Fine, but I do NOT like this, and if you think-" You lunged forward, pulling him into a small hug. "Thank you, thank you so much." Alfred's entire body stiffened before he lightly placed his hands on your back and, ever so slowly, rested his chin on the top of your head. "Your welcome. But-" you pulled away and looked up at him uncertainly. "I am driving you home from now on. Got that?" You frowned. "Isn't that an inconvenience? You know I don't always stay this late?" He snorted. "Naw, I'm here after school for practice most days and I have time before we start to run you home when you don't stay. It's fine." He turned around and picked his Nike bag up off of the cracked sidewalk. "Ready to go?" You nodded.

You almost had to jog to keep up with his pace on the way to the parking lot. Upon arrival, he strolled over to one of the very last cars still there. You found yourself hesitating ever so slightly. "Well, here she is. My baby girl." Alfred grinned proudly as he stared at the bulky, red truck. "Um, you have a Bronco?" He looked at you. "Yes. Is there something wrong with that?" You took a half step back and put your hands in the air slightly. "Whoa, I never said anything bad. I just... didn't think you'd have one." His gaze was still challenging. "Sure... get in the truck. Little miss critical..."

You rolled your eyes sarcastically but moved forward, opened the heavy door, and almost had to jump into the passenger side. "Holy shit-" Alfred swung easily up into the driver's seat. "Having a problem, are we?" You eyebrows furrowed as you dragged yourself into your seat. "Not at all..." He laughed and started the car as you pulled the door closed. He snickered. "It's not shut." You tried again. "Still not shut." He teased in a singsong voice. You tried again, this time making sure to slam it as hard as you could. Alfred flinched. "Hey now! Be careful! Poor girl doesn't need to be abused!" You looked at him. "Do you hear yourself talk?" He shrugged before grinning again and putting the truck into drive. It growled lowly as he pressed the gas. "And we're off!"

You gasped and clutched at the seat as Alfred nearly floored it out of the parking lot. Frantically, you grabbed at anything which your hands could find purchase on. "Alfred, slow down!" His following laughter contained not a care in the world. "Don't worry baby, I drive like this all the time!" You closed your eyes as the car barely made it around a corner. Barely. Alfred, so help me, when I die, I'm definitely coming back to haunt you!

*Writer's Note: Wow... that took me so long to write, I'm sorry! Writer's block is such a pain. Anyway, thank you Natali delatorre for the inspiration for this chapter and for convincing me to keep working on this story. Sorry it's not exactly what you wanted, but I've got... plans for Allen later. *insert evil grin here* I'm sure I could work out something with Japan though... Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Peace-Berries and Beans