Bully!America X Hopeful!Bullied!Reader
(A/N: The song is 'Weightless' by All Time Low. There will be swearing.)
All the names filled your head and ears as you walked through the halls. What did you do to deserve this? Nothing. People just did it to you for fun. Everyone has called you a name at least once. But, the majority of people don't stop. Alfred. F. Jones was the one who started it, he caused this to happen. You wanted people to laugh at you, but not in this sense. You wanted them to laugh at your jokes. You wanted to laugh along with them, but you can't... You'd just be laughing at your failures. It hurt, it hurt a lot. You just wanted to be happy along with them, but you can't, apparently, you're different from them.
You want to give up. You want them to feel what you do. You'd be ecstatic to watch that, but you can't. You have to wait for them to give up. You kept thinking about this, when suddenly you're bashed into the lockers and you feel a sharp pain in your right shoulder and side. It was Alfred... The students in the hall watched intently, not missing a minute of your torture. You slid down the locker, and something in you snapped, but you thought nothing of it. You stood and walked away. To your surprise, no one dragged you back. You wanted to live life. If you could, you'd make the most of it, unlike them. That snap, turned to a spark. You were going to live life to it's fullest. You were sure of it. No one was going to stop you. Your lips curved into a small smile at the thought. You were excited.
During your English class, the final class of the day, everyone was presenting. The assignment was to write about someone you have a strong feeling toward. The teacher asked for volunteers and Alfred, who was also in that class, raised his hand quickly. He was chosen and on his way to the front of the class, he smirked devilishly toward you, and you had an idea on what he was going to do.
"This essay is about a girl I hate," he started, you saw that his azure eyes flicker in your direction as he emphasized the word 'hate'. "Her name is (Y/n) (L/n), she is so stupid and annoying. She has a stupid personality and she is really ugly!" he snickered, the other students began to join along in the laughter. You interrupted him before he could continue, although you didn't know why.
"Thank you for the complements~! Geez, Alfred, with all the complements, you sound like you love me or something! Although, we both know I'm way out of your league!" you smirked, flipping some (h/c) hair to the side, and resting your feet on top of each other on your desk like a boss. His eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in anger. Appearance wise, he was the hottest guy in school and you were cute but not exceptional compared to others, but personality wise, you would be at the top of the food chain, if people bothered to get to know you and he'd be kissing your feet, begging for forgiveness and mercy. People erupted into laughter at your sarcastic comment, which never happened, but it got you to smile. You honestly never called someone out, you'd be the one called out for an insult. You normally sat quietly and let them. The little spark grew. He cleared his throat, which broke people away from their laughter, at which you frowned at. He ruined the laughter of others and your happiness without even trying. He glared at you before continuing.
"As I was saying, she is so stupid, you could ask her what 9+10 is and she would say 21!" Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance when you heard the quote from that Vine. It was honestly really funny, but it annoyed you when people said it constantly. "She could suck my ass!" He exclaimed. The teacher informed him that there shouldn't be language like that in his essay. All of your classmates busted into laughter while your right eye twitched. You interrupted his dumb ass excuse for an essay with more sass.
"Sheesh Alfred, I knew you were thirsty for me, but I didn't think you'd be that thirsty!" You shouted. His glare intensified along with a blush that grew on his cheeks. The class' laughter got louder at your comeback. Some murmurs and whispers flooded the students, but you payed them no mind. Alfred huffed out his cheeks and stomped back to his seat in embarrassment as he grumbled that a hero like himself didn't deserve this, even though he wasn't a hero and he did deserve it, according to you.
The bell rung, signaling everyone to pack up and rush out of their seats. You left after everyone, so there was no hall traffic. You passed through the halls and something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. A poster that hung on a wall, along with a talent show sign-up sheet. You walked over there cautiously and stared at it. You smiled as an idea formed in your head. You grabbed a nearby pen and signed your name on the paper along with a friend's who you knew exactly how to persuade to help. You only needed to ask him. You rushed to your childhood friend, Antonio's house and asked him and he hesitantly, yet happily agreed. You ran back home and prepared. You called him on Skype and he grabbed his guitar. He strummed as you began vocals. Everyday you practiced with Antonio, either video chat or in person.
After a week or so, it was the day for the talent show. The news of you and Antonio's performance was spreading. You see, Antonio was actually really popular, unlike Alfred, he was really nice and you befriended him in the second grade before his popularity grew. He still kept in touch but not as much, not that you minded, as you grew up you became more isolated and introverted. Unlike him, who was a social butterfly. He was glad to know that you were breaking through that shell of yours. Currently, you were peeking your head out of the curtain between backstage and the people. The announcer came out after a boy's band performance of Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy.
"Wow, that was actually really good, here I was expecting them to play freakin' One Direction or something..." the announcer thought out loud. He shook his head and looked at his list again for the next contestants. "Oh, well, next we have (Y/n) (L/n) and Antonio Hernandez Carriedo singing Weightless by All Time Low!" he shouted. You and the Spaniard walked onto the stage. He sat on a stool next to yours. You made an announcement before singing the song. "This song is basically what I wanted you to know about me, but never let me tell you. It's what I feel and hope for, I know you'll make fun of me for it, but I don't care anymore! I hope that I could be one of your friends one day, it's alright if you hurt me again because even though I hope it stops, I don't care if it does because your opinions don't matter to me anymore. But, enjoy!" you chimed. Antonio began to strum, as you closed your eyes and began to sing. (A/N: It sounded like this: [link]. Also, anything in parenthesis is Spain singing back up)
"Manage me, I'm a mess
"What do you want, Jones?" you asked bitterly. He looked down to meet your gaze, then turned his head and mumbled something inarticulate. You raised a brow and asked him to repeat himself. He turned to you with a blush and said it again. He lowered his head once again.
"I'm sorry..." he said shamefully. You mentally smirked and responded.
"Well, I forgive you," you said coolly. He looked at you with a shocked look.
"Really?!" Alfred beamed, blue eyes shining with disbelief. You smirked and crossed your arms.