He Found Her.

Chapter 27.

Vintage POV

School was kind of tragic today, considering the new schedules and crap. I was happy that Dylan and I had the same schedule. It's going to be totally different from first semester, because that's when he barely had time for me.

We walked to the truck, and Dylan always opened my door like a gentleman. He always had this confident pep in his walk when he did it, to put emphasis on himself. He kissed me on the opposite side of the window, which I found completely childish, but cute and nerdy of him. So, of course I had to join and I kissed back. He got in the car, started his engine, and burned rubber.

My boyfriend is such a frikin' show off.

As we neared the exit, that jerk Rodney sped up and drove his Porche in front of us, as if he was trying to cause an intentional accident. I had enough of him, so I opened the door and slammed it, approaching Rodney's, very expensive, grey Porche.

"Dude, look! I dont understand what your problem is, but you obviously need to fix it! We barely see you, and you decide to pick on us. Freshman year will not come to haunt me. Now go get your pads for your period, and HOP OFF!"

My temper was so high and hot, I was tempted to get Dyl's bat out of his trunk, and bust his Rodneys windows out, but i'd have to pay for that...uuuughhhh.

"Oooo...Little Miss. O'Brien gets fiesty, I like that. I've never saw that side of you. You should tell your cock sucking boyfriend to hand you over sometimes.."

THATS IT!

I politely held up my index finger indicating him to wait there, making him think everything was cool. I jogged to the back of Dylans car, and knocked on the window signaling him to open the trunk.

"Vin, c'mon! What the hell are you trying to do??"

I totally ignored him, and snatched the bat out of the trunk.

I'll show you a bully, motherfucker!

I held the bat behind my back, and walked to the drivers side of his car. I tapped the window with my finger nail so he'd roll the window down.

"Hey, Dylan said I could get in the car with you, but you'd have to step out and talk to him first."

Rodney's dumb ass got out of his car, and headed to Dylan.

Dylan's POV

I see Vintage with my bat, and I already knew what she was up to. Rodney started walking towards my car.

"Why are you standing by my jeep?"

"Your lady told me to come talk to you, y'know. We can double team."

I didnt even hear a word he said; All I saw was Vintage busting each and every one of his windows out.