"What did you just say to me, Prick?"
The sound of shouts, growls and anger leaks down the high school corridor. I'm digging in my locker, where did my car keys go?
"I said; you can't say that to him!"
I check my pockets again, phone, a fiver, tangled earphones, the little bag of chocolate I found on my back seat this morning and, of course my car keys. Why weren't they there before? I roll my eyes at my lack of observation.
The sound of knuckles connecting with skin pulls my head out of my locker. Fuck sake. He's beating someone again. Archer Jackson loves a bit of blood on his knuckles. I sling my bag over my shoulder, leaning against my locker. I stay away from the building crowd, continuing to hear Archer's fist meeting Noah's jaw, nose, whatever it can find. I watch the throng of onlookers get bigger, seeing Alexa and Jenna on the other side of the mass. Their faces looking terrified.
After too long, the police arrive in their high vis jackets and black bulletproof vests holding all of their equipment.
"Alright everyone, leave us to it please, the paramedics will be here any minute." I can tell the coppa who says this wishes he could just tell everyone to fuck off. But everyone moves off, not allowing him to fulfil his hidden wishes.
Alexa and Jenna come to stand by me, opening their lockers by mine.
"Fit-Boy is back to plastic surgery again," Jenna scoffs as she flings her locker door open.
"He's nuts, hopefully he'll get chucked behind bars and left to rot." Alexa replies.
I watch as Noah is wheeled away by the paramedics, he's conscious, that's at least a positive...
When there is a significant decrease in the audience, the police officers pull Archer to his feet, hands cuffed behind his back, having already read him his rights, they start to make their way towards the exit at the end of the corridor. Leading him past me. I'm still leaning against my locker as they pass.
His eyes meet mine and I just stare at him, feeling power, not intimidation in my own. A look crosses his eyes, a deep bright blue, but disappears as suddenly as it appeared. I watch as he's led out of the building, feeling the gut feeling that this isn't going to be the last time I see those bright, blue eyes looking back into mine.
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A Bad Boy's Gift
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