mommy's little monster.

Matt looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you hated my guts and wanted out of my class, even if we were the last two people on earth and you still required an education," he said, leaning forward and studying her.

Prue glared at Matt, dropping her stuff on the floor beside her seat and stormed over to where he was seated at his desk. She slammed her hands on his desk, staring him straight in the eyes. "Let's get one thing fucking straight," she snapped. "I have very personal reasons for perfering teachers like Ms. P to you and the only reason I'm still in this stupid fucking class is because every other class is full." She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest and exhaled loudly, trying to keep herself from snapping at him further. "For the record Mr. Sanders," she hissed. "I don't like arrogant teachers who think they're the best at what they do especially when they were probably a neandethal steroid filled jock when they were in high school themselves!"

Matt smiled up at her. "Oh really? I wasn't yelling, and I'm certainly not arrogant. And every teacher thinks they're the best at what they do. It's a teacher thing, you wouldn't understand. Oh, and actually, you were way off on the jock thing. I was good in school, and for your information, I wasn't playing football, I was playing in a band with my best friends," he said as he stood up and got face to face with her. "For the record, Miss Jameson, I don't like snotty little brats who think they're badass just because they can say fuck. You gotta be a lot tougher than that to crack me."

Prue scoffed. "If only knew half the shit I've been through because of pricks like you," she snapped. "All men like you care about is being right and if anyone tries to correct you lash out like now. You assume I think I'm a badass and a brat. I sleep on a fucking blanket on the floor because my mom and her piece of shit boyfriend would rather save money than make my life even remotely tolerable." The teen's blue eyes widened when she realized what she had admitted in her raw anger, immediatley regretting it. She quickly scurried to the back of the classroom to grab her things and flipped Matt off as she practically shoved her way out of the classrrom as people tried to get in.

Gabe, a jock who Prue had shoved past looked at his teacher and began laughing. "How the hell did you get the loner bitch to show emotion," he asked. "Every class I've been with her in since like middle school she's never said a word and now she's storming out of class and acting bitchy." His brown eyes looked at his teacher, deciding to not wait for an answer and started talking to a cheerleader about what had happened as she walked in and sat down next to him.

Matt sighed and shook his head, sitting down. He and Prue were complete opposites, and no matter what, they were just going to butt heads. He was tempted to follow her, or send someone to follow her, but he knew that at this point she was inconsolable, so there was nothing he could really do. Even if he did apologize, she'd just bitch at him more like yesterday afternoon.

Kirsten, a softball player sat across from Gabe and the cheerleader, scoffing when she heard Prue's name. "I'm surprised no one has called the cops on her mom's psycho boyfriend yet," she mumbled. "That dude is fucking crazy and from how caked on Prue's make up was my guess is all that commotion me and my boyfriend heard last night was her getting her ass beat again." Kirsten popped her gum loudly, obviously annoyed that Prue wouldn't just leave or speak up about what was happening. "If you ask me Prue should just kill herself because I'm really tired of her getting beat stopping me from getting laid."

Prue locked herself in a nearby bathroom stall, making sure no one was around and began to sob. She was ashamed of herself for snapping at her teacher. The blonde was more ashamed though of opening up about her home life to someone again. She knew it would definitely come back to bite her in the ass eventually. After all it always did.

Matt huffed and stood up. "You three shut up," he hissed. He called one of the students up he thought he would be able to trust and asked him to start handing out textbooks while he went to find Prue. He left the classroom and bit his lip as he thought about where she probably would have gone, and then it became obvious to him. He walked towards the bathroom and stood outside the door, biting his lip. "Prue?" he asked. "Are you in there?"

Prue's body tensed when she heard her teacher outside the bathroom. She stayed locked in the stall, fumbling with her messenger bag to find the make up she had brought because she knew some of it had smudged while she had been crying. "Just fuck off," she yelled at the door. The blonde hoped it would make the teacher leave her alone especially since she was now busy reapplying several layers of foundation all over her face again.

Matt frowned. "I know you're hurt, Prue. It's okay, just come out," he said. "I just want to help."

Prue finished touching up her make up and walked out of the stall. She opened the bathroom door and stared at her teacher like he was stupid."If you honestly think your pathetic words hurt my feelings you obviously just fucked all of your professors to get your teaching liscence," she snapped. The blonde closed the main bathroom door again, moving to sit on a counter that had mirrors set up infront of it and attempted to make her make up not look terrible. Her blue eyes stared at her reflection, swallowing hard as she looked at herself. The teen hated how defensive and mean she got just to protect some piece of shit who should rot in prison for the rest if his life but she knew if Caine left she'd be alone because her mom would probably go back to drinking and slowly kill herself that way.

Matt sighed. "You don't have to be hurtful just because you're in pain," he said. "And if you don't come out, I'm going to go get the principal."

Prue stormed out of the bathroom, her fists clenched at her sides. "The only pain I'm experiencing is from having to hear you pretend like you care," she snapped. "Just go back to your fucking class and leave me alone!" She adjusted the strap on her messenger bag and started walking off towards her locker. The blonde didn't understand why Mr. Sanders couldn't just take a damn hint. She had been dealing with everything for five years. She could survive longer. All she needed was a job and then she'd be fine.

Matt followed her. "One of the girls in class said you got beat," he said.

Prue punched the locker besides her so hard it dented. She looked at Matt, her fists still clenched as she did. "If I need to change schools just so you'll leave me alone I fucking will," she snapped. She opened her locker, switching out some of her school books for other ones so she'd be prepared for her next couple classes. The blonde's foundation fell out of her bag, shattering on the floor and causing it to pool on the floor in front of her. "Fuck," she sobbed. The make up had been her mom's and if she didn't somehow get money to buy her a new bottle she was screwed.

Matt frowned. "Prue," he said. "What's wrong?"

Prue ran her hands over her face, trying to keep herself calm because she could feel her body begin to shake with fear. She quickly grabbed the money she had hidden in her locker and quickly counted it. She somehow had enough to cover the cost of the make up. She shoved the money in her pocket before she began cleaning up the mess in front of her, body still trembling as she did. "Just go away," she pleaded. "You're only making everything worse."

Matt leaned down, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I'll clean this up," he said softly. "Just go sit down in the library and calm down, okay?"

Prue quickly pulled away from Matt, unable to stop herself before she slapped him out of reflex. "Don't fucking touch me," she screamed. Ms. P peeked out of her classroom, frowning when she realized what was happening. "Mr. Sanders you can head back to your class I can take care of her. The older woman keeled in front of Prue and slowly ran her hands through the teenagers hair. "Prue its Athena," she spoke softly. "You're safe."

Prue looked up from the broken glass in front of her and hugged her teacher tightly, sobbing hysterically in her shirt. "I'm so sorry," she whimpered. "I didn't mean to break again."

Matt stood there, dumbfounded for a minute, before clearing his throat and walking back to his classroom. He said he wouldn't let student drama bother him, and he was sticking to his word. When he got into the classroom, he sat down and started marking down numbers for the textbooks.

Athena held her young student in her arms, trying to comfort her before she closed Prue's locker and cleaned up the mess. She lead the blonde into her class since she had her next class anyways, giving her a candy bar ro eat while she made sure the teen was okay. Athena had seen Prue snap before but never as badly as she just had with Matt. The older brunette assumed it was because Matt and Prue's step dad had a similar build.

Once Prue was okay Ms. P walked next door to Mr. Sanders' class room. She stood in front of his desk, making sure none of his students were paying attention before she spoke. "Can we speak outside about what happened for a moment?"