A/N: I have nothing to say so, here's what I always say. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. Sorry for spelling or grammar mistakes. By the way, I might pair the wrong teacher with the wrong subject, and other stuff, it's hard to keep track.

Ally's POV

Cassidy stood with her mouth to the floor (Not really, I'm just exaggerating.) and I guess the class didn't hear me so they just asked each other to see if anyone knew what I just said and why Cassidy looked like she was going to explode. Her face got red and she clenched her fists in complete shock and anger.

" YOU! ALL THIS TIME IT HAS BEEN YOU!" She screamed.

"How could you NOT know it was me?" I asked.

" I CAN'T BELIEVE I LET A NERD RUIN MY LIFE AND ACTUALLY GET MORE ATTENTION THAN ME! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN IT WAS YOU! NO ONE RUINS MY LIFE BETTER THAN YOU!"She continued to scream.

"Thank you?" I said in fake confusion. " You probably couldn't tell it was me because all the makeup you cake that thing you call a face in,was blocking your view."

"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" She screamed. She was about to punch me and I was about to catch her punch and throw one at her, when Mrs. Davis blew the whistle and told us to go change.

"Break it up, break it up. Go change." Mrs. Davis said, getting between us.

I got changed and walked back out. Dez, Trish, and Austin were all talking together so I decided to join the conversation. Austin's group joined too and we talked for awhile about life until I looked up to see everyone all opening their mouths to say something and looking behind me but I turned around a second too late.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled in anger. I turned my head around, revealing a smirking Cassidy with her fists clenched. She had just punched my face and it felt like there was a bruise. Anger boiled up inside me and I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white and tackled her to the ground, clutching her hair tightly in both hands and then letting go and trapping her arms by sitting on them. I pulled back my right hand and smashed her face and then switched to my left hand and then switching back to right and continued this process until my fists were drenched in slut face blood.

I still kept going and I honestly couldn't control myself and actually thought I would kill Cassidy if someone didn't pull me away.

"Somebody pull her off before she kills her!" I heard someone yell. Mrs. Davis tried but I scared her off and then soon the half the students willing to go near me or anyone who was itching for a fight soon lined up to fight me off. One tough guy came up to me cracking his knuckles and smirking with an evil look in his eye. He was once the toughest guy in school until he was beaten and his title was stolen by other jocks who's title was soon taken, too and that continued until everybody decide naming someone was to 'babyish' and it all stopped. His name was Jack Marlls. ( Made up the name, but he's not important right now.)

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, babe." He smirked.

"Fuck you and stay out of my buisness." I growled. What has gotten into me?

"Okay, hard way it is." He shook his head and pulled his arm back and held it there as if warning me.

"You'd really hit a girl?" I asked.

"This is my buisness, Cassidy is my girlfriend. We've been dating for like four months already." He said.

"Well newsflash, she's also, Jake, John, Michael, Josh, Aaron, David and a billion other guy's girlfriend, too." I smirked.

"I don't believe you, liar." He glared and threw his punch. I moved out of the way just in time to see his fist collide with Cassidy's face. The bell rang and nobody cleared out because they were too shocked and wanted to see more.

"Ooh, that's going to a nasty breakup. Tell me when things get heated, I want to be there when you get 'dealt' with." I smirked and walked out, as soon as I walked out, the whole class followed me and went to their own classes, still talking about what happened. Jack was just down beside Cassidy staring at his hands and then her bloody face and then back to his hands and mumbling apologies to Cassidy and stroking her face with his fingertips.

Second hour reading had already started and Mrs. Shelly was taking attendance when Cassidy barged in. Her face was still a little bloody, but you could tell she had stuck her face in the sink to wash it off. Her hair was wet and stringy in the front, her makeup was running down her face, her clothes were wet, and by clothes, I mean her body because she hardly ever wears clothes, and she kept slipping because her heels were wet and she dragged a trail of water wherever she went, and she was shaking; must have used cold water.

Everyone stared at her and she awkwardly walked to an empty seat. I don't know why, because her seat was available. I was sitting in my old seat in the front of the class. I realized I was being too clingy and over-protected over Austin so I just went back to my old life but kept my new attitude. I used to hate attention, but that's because it was negative attention. Now that people actually act nice around me, I'm not as scared as before, but I still am a little nervous when preforming. The only reason I could sing just fine on Friday was because Trish, Dez, and Austin were there and they make me feel safe around them. I'm comfortable around them. When I'm around them, I'm Me.

I heard movement behind me and turned around to see a VERY clingy Cassidy flirting with an annoyed Austin, practically sitting in his lap from leaning so far out of her seat to get Austin's attention.

"Help meee." Austin mouthed, leaning back slowly, away from Cassidy. I giggled and snapped my attention back around behind me to see an angry Mrs. Shelly with a red face pressing the tip of a ruler firmly on my desk.

" What is so funny?" She questioned, crossing her arms.

"Oh, nothing. Just that you're not doing anything to save a student from being raped in YOUR classroom under YOUR watch." I sat simply, studying my finger nails.

" Is this all some sort of joke to you?" She raised her voice. I stood up and got all up in her face. (But not too close, that would be weird.)

" Nope, this is serious. The half- naked blonde raccoon over there is practically giving the dude a lap dance." I said, pointing a thumb towards the back of the room where Cassidy WAS sitting in his lap this time. " And lap dancing might lead to rape." I stated. Mrs. Shelly glared at me like she was trying to see through me and see if I was lying or joking. I stood strong and crossed my arms and played it cool.

"Are you going to handle this or do I need to?" I smirked. She stayed speechless. " No? Alright cool with me." I said simply. I turned around to face an unamused Austin underneath a clingy Cassidy who was pressed up against his chest trying to kiss him and running her hands all over his chest.

" Holy Fuck Cassidy! This is a school!" I joked. " Get the hell off of him and back to your seat!"

" Why would I listen to you?" She glared.

" Because the TEACHER, the one you're supposed to listen to, put me in charge of taking care of this... problem." I gestured towards them. " Now get the fuck off of him and back to your seat, and pay attention."

" Teachers don't say that." She scoffed. I walked up to her and she backed up into a wall and I got as close as a foot away from her.

" Well, I'm not a teacher." I smirked and walked back to my seat but turned around to face her again. " And what would you know about teachers and what they say? You're too busy fixing yourself the whole day to even know what a teacher looks like." She looked offended and a smile broke out onto my face. " Now get the hell off of him and sit your ass down in your seat." I growled and she slid off of Austin and plopped back onto her seat. I smirked and sat back down in my seat.

" Mrs. Shelly, I think we're ready to learn now." I said and closed her mouth with my index finger. She slowly made her way to the front of the class and began dissussing our lesson for the day. Nothing important, we just read books and answered questions about them. Every once and a while, I would turn around and saw Cassidy glaring at me and sometimes she was daydreaming or checking out Austin.