Let The Flames Begin ✓ | Mikey Way

Chapter Nine

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*Kris's POV*

Suddenly, everything just stopped.

I stopped struggling to get out of his grasp. I stopped trying to fight back, as I realized that there was no use, and I was just going to make things worse. But then I felt his head jerk to his left, and he stopped kissing me as he fell to the ground.

I immediately jumped back, and was about to run, when someone grabbed my arm. I snapped my head to the person, thinking that it would be Daren. Instead, I came face to face with Mikey, and that's when I realized that Mikey had been the one to punch him. I immediately stepped forward and collapsed into his arms.

"Are you okay?" He whispered and stroked my hair. I nodded, further pressing my face into his jacket

"And who is this lil' shit that just punched me?" Daren yelled. I pulled away from Mikey to see him furiously looking between the two of us. Instead of answering his question, I bent down to pick up my phone.

"Leave," I said, "Before I call the police and report you for sexual harassment."

He scoffed. "Like I care. And besides, what's going to happen to me? They're not going to listen to some chick."

I raised my eyebrows and dialed a nine. "Watch me." I spat before dialing another one. "What will your parents say? Their image will be ruined because of you."

"My dad doesn't give-"

"And worst of all," I lowered my voice. "My mother will never want anything to do with you. So you will never have me."

He rolled his eyes before muttering something about bitches and periods. "Fine. I'll leave. But this doesn't mean we're done." He gave me a sickly smile before walking off to God knows where. I sat down on the swing as Mikey sat on the one next to me.

"Thank you," I said.

He nodded. "Was that Daren?"

"Yeah." I began to smile until I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?"

I shook my head. "It's just you, punching someone, God I wish someone recorded it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're the last person I would expect to punch someone," I said. "And that was a nice one. Remind me to never get in a fight with you."

He chuckled. "Yeah, wait, what are you doing?"

I leaned my swing all the way to the left, away from him, so that I was holding onto the pole. I let go and let myself swing down and crash into Mikey.

"What the hell?" He laughed. "What are you, twelve?"

"Yeah, on a scale from one to ten." I over-dramatically flipped my hair.

"Keep telling yourself that." I looked over at him, and he was smiling, and I could hear it in his voice. And it wasn't even one of those Mikey Way famous smirks, it was a legit smile that actually reached his eyes. "What?"

I smiled and poked his cheek, which made him smile even more. "You're smiling." He tried to bite his lip to stop smiling, but I poked his cheek again. "No, don't stop smiling!" It's cute.

He didn't say anything, but he had begun to lean all the way to the right, as I had done before. He went to go crash into me, but I pushed my swing back, causing him to miss.