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Fingers sore from strumming her guitar, Violet sat down tiredly on the bench. It's only been about four days, and she ran through another set of batteries for her amp, and she had too much pride to go ask her conformist parents for more batteries. Too much pride to owe them anything. But, man, the sound of an acoustic is just so boring. It's got no power, or anything, so there's no way she can get tips from just doing that. Assuming she even has any guitar ability at all. Violet doesn't, by the way, not at all.

Gotta get better, though. So I can back up Lacey's awesome voice.

She knew, however, that if she played anymore tonight, she'd probably injure her fingers. And plus, the Mustang needed to be restrung at the local music shop, not that she has the money to afford that sort of thing. She vaguely wondered exactly what's up with Lacey, anyways, and why she's been all weird this whole day. And that was when she saw it. A boy from her school, taking an aggressive stance with a girl; arm to the wall, and a slick grin. Fire burst in Violet's eyes like acid washing over her body.

Time to be a hero!

"-over to my place for a drink, eh? Show you a good time."

The worst type of guy. There's no way an ally of justice could stand for this sort of thing. Before the boy or girl could answer, Violet took a swing at the boy's face, grazing his chin as he took a step back in alarm. Violet's face was hard, with a dark frown, as she took an offensive position, and swung her fist hard again, smashing it into his gut. He fell onto his back, and Violet mocked him, laughing as she drove a foot into his side.

"Don't try that on a girl again! You... you swine! You filthy pig! Go die in a hole-"

"Mark! What are you doing, you psycho bitch?!"

uh... huh?

The girl knelt down to the boy, and helped him get back up, before delivering a sharp and dirt look towards Violet's direction.

"Read the mood a little! God!" The girl cried. "I was waiting for him to invite me for ages, ages! And you... you just..."

Wiping his mouth, the boy got up, and dusted his clothes off with his hands. His fist was clenched before turning, and wrapping an arm around his apparent girlfriend? Possibly? Violet just stood there impassively, unwilling to accept that she made a mistake; least of all to ingrates like them. She was only trying to help after all! Still, she'd just walk away, pretend like it hadn't happened. Every ally of justice makes mistakes sometimes, right? No one's perfect at this sorta thing, after all.

"She's as bad as they say." The boy, Mark muttered. "A thug. She'll always be like dirt to us, she's not even worth the time. Damned outsider."

I was born here... so I'm not an outsider. I'm not, right?

Then she remembered the man, that one she met that one time while trying to get her mind off of Nathan. The rope guy, who tricked her into putting herself at his mercy. All the pictures he's taken... and saying that no one would believe her if she told anyone, because she's just an outsider, while he's lived here for generations. That her word was taken at a lesser level than his. Scum like that has more worth to this stupid town than a high school girl? Maybe it's just another reason to skip on out of here, and find a new place to try and belong. And then her phone vibrated. Violet whipped it out from her thigh strap.

Milk shakes with the gang? Sounds fun, gotta get this shit outta my head anyways.

It was about five minutes later when Violet, together with her Mustang and dead amp, arrived on scene, seeing Lacey, Amber, and Nate. Violet waved cheekily at her friends, before realizing that she still had blood from her little fight on her knuckles. Hoping that no one's noticed, Violet pulled her sleeve over her knuckle, before cockily squeezing in as close as possible to Nathan, almost challenging him to try and push her away.

"What's up, bitches?" She sneered brightly. "You ready to party, or what? And don't say what!"