Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 27~

Seth's POV

I'm going to kill him.

Hearing everyone talk about how much Raven let Lucian have his way with her around the East wing of the school, had my blood boiling. But that wasn't the only reason. The fact that he's spreading those rumours about her, degrading her, made my palm itch.

I didn't believe those rumors for a second. Especially when it's coming from Naomi’s lips.

"You don't believe me?" Naomi had the gall to look dumbfounded. "She already moved on Seth, and it's time you do the same."

I ignore her, marching down the now busy halls. The only thing on my mind right now was finding the piece of shit who touched Raven. My girl. People moved out the way, discretly following behind me, no doubt knowing I was a walking bomb ready to explode.

"Seth!" I feel a tug on my arm, "Stop this! How many times am I going to tell you that she moved on?" Naomi gives me a withering glare, blocking me from continuing my mad search.

"Get the fuck out my way, Naomi."

She doesn't flinch from the deadly tone in my voice. If anything, she seem to stand a little taller. "Not until you listen to me."

I grind my teeth, "I've already heard all the bullshit you decided to feed me. You should really learn how to lie about someone you don't know shit about."

She looks around us, seeing the gazes of our ever curious bystanders who refuse to leave, although school was over for the day. I didn't give two flying fucks whether they wanted to witness me lose my mind or not. That was all Naomi seem to care about though. Appearances.

"I seriously don't get what you see in her, but I'm telling you—" I push her out of the way before she could spew any more lies out of her mouth. I continue my pursuit, not caring if she ended up falling on her ass.

And then I see him. Leaning against his locker with a few of the guys from the team, looking all too smug. I march up to him, comimg to a stop when I heard what he said. The boys laughed, and I saw red after that.

He didn't see me coming, but by the time he did, I had him pressed into the locker with my hand around his throat. When he realizes that it's me, he fucking smiles in my face as if we were two buddies catching up. I squeeze a little harder.

I feel hands on me, trying to pull me away, but I refuse to let Lucian go. They finally manage to pry my hands from around his neck, and I watch in satisfaction as he bends over in a coughing fit. Two of the guys hold me back from beating him to a pulp as he straightens, his smile back in place.

"I see Sethy boy heard the big news."

My jaw clenches, "What the fuck did you do to her?"

He looks around us at the crowd, no doubt loving the attention. He shrugs, "Nothing she didn't want me to do."

My breathing accelerates. I close my eyes, trying to rein in my temper, but it's near impossible. Just the image of him kissing her, doing the stuff that was only meant for me, has me fighting the urge to bash his skull in.

"Did you touch her?" Lucian looks at me as if I was stupid for asking such a question. As if the answer was all too obvious.

"Of course I did. Such pretty tits."

And that was it.

With a rage I didn't know I posossed until now, I broke away from the hands holding me back, and lunged for him. The sickening sound of a crack resonates through the crowd as my fist makes contact with his face. Lucian fights back, punching me in the face and stomach. The adrenaline pumping through my veins was filed by the images—the fucking images of his hands all over my girl.