Ditching Greek | editing

03| Good For You

Blood gushed out of her nostrils as she fell backward. Tapping her two fingers to her nose, she saw the damaged Hazel had caused. Not missing a beat, she leaped at Hazel, grabbing her hair, and floored her with her body weight.

Monica squeezed in and divide them, pulling them apart and getting Hazel off of the floor. Long linear marks went down the side of her face and a small amount of blood was already beginning to collect around the color of her sweater.

Amy got to her feet, but didn't show any signs of backing down. She stood her ground and prepared to send her own punch, but Monica and I stepped in and nearly pounced on the girl. We missed her entirely and she got lost into the crowd. The game was clearly over because each team was cornering another member, beating them to a pulp. I couldn't see Clyde from where I was. There were too many people.

I didn't have time to process the news that had just revealed itself to us. Before I knew it, Amy had returned with two Sorority girls at her side only a good three minutes later. Amy hid her face against one of the Big Sisters chest's, whaling a cry, sharing a story about how we had ganged up on her.

"What is wrong with you, Hazel? How could you just attack her?" the girl frowned at her. I recognized her as Rebecca Wilson. She was a Senior this year and was the president at their Sorority.

"First of all," I stepped in, "Amy was the one who basically bragged about cheating with Monica's boyfriend."

Amy's darkened eyes became glassy, ready to let out another sob.

"Girl, you are in college," I reminded her. "Why are you she acting like a five-year-old?"

Instead of crying more—like I had suspected—she lunged right at me, taking a big bite for my hand like some ravenous dog. Monica ripped her off of me. Hot, blistering pain broke out from my hand. I cupped my fingers around the wound, feeling moisture leaking out. She had broken my skin deep enough to draw blood. Two large holes were formed, deep into the back of my hand like snake bites. It didn't look human.

"What the..."

For a second time, Amy stepped back so she could jump and bite me again, but she was caught in midair. I looked up at the person who had grabbed her and found Clyde standing there, holding her shoulders firmly.

"You really should go." His voice was thick like molasses. It ran a shiver through my spine, despite the fact that I was two steps away from the edge of the roof with three angry girls scolding at me.

Clyde hardened his glare at the girls who wouldn't move. "Leave," he ordered. Amy stumbled backwards and her friends left us alone. But she didn't depart without flicking us off first.

"Anytime! Just give me the time of day babe!" Hazel shouted. Somehow, we had completely forgotten about Hazel and her scratched up face. She couldn't even open her right eye and she had managed to mess up her ankle during the fight on the floor with Amy.

We all turned to her and assisted her back to her feet. Clyde helped with one side and led her behind Monica.

She pinched her nose, getting crimson on her perfect manicured nails. "Take me home."

I looped her arm around my neck. "What about your money?"

"Screw it."

***

Not until now did I notice that Hazel was more bottom heavy than the rest of her body, making her chest lacking and her thighs and hips wide. From how she looked, she didn't appear to be too hard to carry, but after lugging her away from the Norman Flynn Hall, I knew that assumption was flat out wrong.