The Fifth Hargreeves

Fifth Hargreeves was the king of the school. A dark-haired, green-eyed guy with only a hint of muscle. A bully who loved to ruin everyone's lives, especially nerds and fragile girls. Even the teachers were afraid to confront him. He had a group of three guys who did the same as Fifth. One day, when he was bullying a girl yet again, a new girl walked into school. You were a strange-looking girl. Something between a goth and an introvert. I was a sociopath, cold, withdrawn, narcissistic, a 29-year-old girl. My hair was bright red, I wore a white T-shirt, a blue checkered flannel shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots. I wore dark eye makeup, and my lips were always either black or burgundy. He saw I had four rings: a pistil on my left middle finger and a massive ring on my thumb. On my right hand, on my ring finger, a thick black one with a pentagram, and on my index finger, also a thick black one with the inscription "Berserg." On my wrist, I had a chain wrapped around my neck like a bracelet, and two more chain bracelets. Around my neck were three pendants: Dean's amulet from Supernatural, a demon pendant, and a red cross. I had a hoop earring in the center of my lower lip, hoop earrings on each ear, on my cartilage, and black cross earrings in my earlobes.
As soon as I entered the hall and saw Five raise his hand to the girl, I quickly walked over and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. Everyone started whispering. I took the girl's hand and blocked it with myself.
The fifth one gritted his teeth when you twisted his arm. And when I let him go, he rubbed his wrist and looked at you with an evil grin.
Oh wow! Are you new? It's a shame you don't know the rules of this school.