was standing in front of me, yelling.
“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, you dirty bitch!” Tegan shouted at me. Between the hit and the confusion of actually getting screamed at, I was too startled to say anything for a second. “Are you like half-retarded or something? Oh my god! You totally are! You’re drooling all over yourself, again. ”
“What the hell is your problem?” I yelled back. I’m ashamed to admit that I also absently wiped at my chin to check for any drool, and there wasn’t any. I have no idea what she was talking about, unless she hit her head so hard that she was hallucinating. “ You ran into me !”
“I don’t even know why they let you in this school, you brain dead freak!” Tegan hissed, stepping closer to me. She was challenging me, which I didn’t understand at all. I could kick her ass, and I wouldn’t hesitate. In fact, why wasn’t I already kicking her ass?
Tegan open her lip-glossed mouth to say something more, but I had enough. Before she could get a word out, I punched her in the face. I don’t mean one of those little-girlie cat-fight slaps either. I full on decked her on the mouth, where her idiotic insults were coming from. Her eyes widened with shock, and she stumbled backward. She tripped on her own ridiculous shoes 44
and fell on the ground. Her lip was already bleeding, so maybe I would’ve just left it at that. I was trying to make a new start, after all.
“You’re dead, bitch!” Tegan growled. She was crumpled on the floor bleeding, and instead of begging for mercy, she thought threatening me would be the best way to go. Well, she thought wrong.
I bent over and grabbed a clump of her blond hair in my fist, causing her to yelp in pain. She tried to scramble away from me, but only succeeded in pulling her hair more. I cocked my arm back, preparing to wail into her. Then I felt a strong hand on my wrist, and when I tried to move my arm, I couldn’t. I turned to glare at the interloper, expecting Patrick.
“Stop,” Finn commanded coolly, gripping my wrist tightly. It wasn’t enough where it hurt, but it was just enough where I knew I couldn’t break free.
“Let her go.”
“What are you doing?” I demanded. I was still super pissed off, and I wasn’t a big fan of people intervening in these kinds of situations, especially people like Finn who gave me ambiguous feelings.
“There’s a teacher coming!” Patrick shouted nervously.
“Come on.” Finn yanked my wrist and started pulling me.
Reluctantly, I untangled my fingers from Tegan’s hair and let Finn drag me away from her and the gathering crowd of onlookers. If I hadn’t promised Matt I would turn things around, I wouldn’t care if a teacher caught me pounding on Tegan. She deserved it. I looked uncertainly back at Patrick, who ran a hand fretfully through his thick hair.
“I’ll cover for you. Hurry.” Patrick nodded, shooing me on.
Just before Finn dragged me around the corner, I saw Patrick go over to Tegan to try and clean up my mess. The bottom half of her face was covered in blood, and she screamed when Patrick went near her.
“Where are we going? What are you doing?” I snapped at Finn.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I couldn’t believe I was letting anyone drag me anywhere. Why wasn’t I prying his fingers off of me or putting 45
up a fight? Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with how warm and strong his hand felt on me, and maybe, I kind of like it.
“Shut up,” Finn whispered harshly.
Finn peered in a window in the door to the art room.
Since lunch
hadn’t ended yet, the class was still empty. It was a studio art class, though, so it was never locked in case students wanted to work on something, and the teachers never hung around to monitor it. Finn pulled open the door and pushed me inside.
“Will you stop pulling me around like that?” I barked at him, but he said nothing.
I finally wrenched my wrist free from
“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, you dirty bitch!” Tegan shouted at me. Between the hit and the confusion of actually getting screamed at, I was too startled to say anything for a second. “Are you like half-retarded or something? Oh my god! You totally are! You’re drooling all over yourself, again. ”
“What the hell is your problem?” I yelled back. I’m ashamed to admit that I also absently wiped at my chin to check for any drool, and there wasn’t any. I have no idea what she was talking about, unless she hit her head so hard that she was hallucinating. “ You ran into me !”
“I don’t even know why they let you in this school, you brain dead freak!” Tegan hissed, stepping closer to me. She was challenging me, which I didn’t understand at all. I could kick her ass, and I wouldn’t hesitate. In fact, why wasn’t I already kicking her ass?
Tegan open her lip-glossed mouth to say something more, but I had enough. Before she could get a word out, I punched her in the face. I don’t mean one of those little-girlie cat-fight slaps either. I full on decked her on the mouth, where her idiotic insults were coming from. Her eyes widened with shock, and she stumbled backward. She tripped on her own ridiculous shoes 44
and fell on the ground. Her lip was already bleeding, so maybe I would’ve just left it at that. I was trying to make a new start, after all.
“You’re dead, bitch!” Tegan growled. She was crumpled on the floor bleeding, and instead of begging for mercy, she thought threatening me would be the best way to go. Well, she thought wrong.
I bent over and grabbed a clump of her blond hair in my fist, causing her to yelp in pain. She tried to scramble away from me, but only succeeded in pulling her hair more. I cocked my arm back, preparing to wail into her. Then I felt a strong hand on my wrist, and when I tried to move my arm, I couldn’t. I turned to glare at the interloper, expecting Patrick.
“Stop,” Finn commanded coolly, gripping my wrist tightly. It wasn’t enough where it hurt, but it was just enough where I knew I couldn’t break free.
“Let her go.”
“What are you doing?” I demanded. I was still super pissed off, and I wasn’t a big fan of people intervening in these kinds of situations, especially people like Finn who gave me ambiguous feelings.
“There’s a teacher coming!” Patrick shouted nervously.
“Come on.” Finn yanked my wrist and started pulling me.
Reluctantly, I untangled my fingers from Tegan’s hair and let Finn drag me away from her and the gathering crowd of onlookers. If I hadn’t promised Matt I would turn things around, I wouldn’t care if a teacher caught me pounding on Tegan. She deserved it. I looked uncertainly back at Patrick, who ran a hand fretfully through his thick hair.
“I’ll cover for you. Hurry.” Patrick nodded, shooing me on.
Just before Finn dragged me around the corner, I saw Patrick go over to Tegan to try and clean up my mess. The bottom half of her face was covered in blood, and she screamed when Patrick went near her.
“Where are we going? What are you doing?” I snapped at Finn.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I couldn’t believe I was letting anyone drag me anywhere. Why wasn’t I prying his fingers off of me or putting 45
up a fight? Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with how warm and strong his hand felt on me, and maybe, I kind of like it.
“Shut up,” Finn whispered harshly.
Finn peered in a window in the door to the art room.
Since lunch
hadn’t ended yet, the class was still empty. It was a studio art class, though, so it was never locked in case students wanted to work on something, and the teachers never hung around to monitor it. Finn pulled open the door and pushed me inside.
“Will you stop pulling me around like that?” I barked at him, but he said nothing.
I finally wrenched my wrist free from
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