Living With The Bad Boy

45) Use Boxing Gloves

"Princess!" I heard while I was falling down the stairs. Out of instinct, I tried to hold onto the railing but my foot got caught in between the bars and bent at an unfortunate angle, letting everyone hear a loud crack. What the hell is happening?

I groaned and tried to get my leg out between the bars and rested it on the stairs, wincing everytime it slightly moved. Everyone stopped to stare at me, not making a sound. Should I be crying right now?

"Move out of the way people!" Sam yelled, running towards me. He tried to help me up but I frantically shook my head as the pain increased. Damn, it hurts like a bitch.

"Sam, my leg hurts," I said, squeezing my eyes shut as a headache kicked in. He held my head to his chest and turned his head around.

"Someone go call the nurse or my dad!" he yelled. I clutched to his arm and felt my head pound even more, hearing footsteps run away. "Shit princess, where does it hurt?"

"My leg," I gasped out, pointing to my left leg that was covered by my sweats. "I think I broke it or something. I heard a crack."

He muttered harsh curses under his breath and carefully set me on the top step, careful not to let my leg move too much. I felt someone walk towards me and stop right at my feet. Katherine fucking Addington.

"You were let off easy," she huffed, glaring at Sam who was holding my back straight. "Did you not learn your lesson? Hands off my future husband or it's going to be worse next time!"

I didn't have the energy to say something so I grunted and scoffed at her pathetic threat, resisting the urge to clutch my leg. The only reason why she managed to injure me was because I was standing on the edge of the stairs, which was pretty stupid of me. Then again, I didn't know that she was going to push me down the stairs over a guy. "You fucking bitch," Sam snarled, setting me back against the top part of the railing to lunge at her.

"Sam," I stopped him, tightly holding his hand so he doesn't do something stupid. "Leave her alone, she's not worth a suspension." I would personally punch her myself after getting my leg healed.

He ignored me but couldn't get out of my hold without moving me. "What's your problem you bitch? That I won't marry or date your fucked up cake face? Is it seriously that hard to leave people alone? First, you fucking changed my sister and now you push her down the stairs? If Lauren wasn't holding me back at the moment I would have punched you."

"My problem is that you don't pay any attention to me!" she loudly wailed. Someone seriously needs to get me earplugs. "I literally have the same fucking face as her and she's all you care about! What the hell do you see in her?" Psh, she's so wrong. He cares about a lot more than me.

"So you push her down the stairs?!" he growled, ready to lunge at her again but I pulled him back.

"Can you tell her to shut up?" I desperately asked. "My head's pounding."

"I'm not going anywhere," she smirked, standing right where she was. Honestly, as long as she shut up, I didn't give a cupcake.

"Lauren!" my brother yelled, carelessly running with a wheelchair and our friends and a couple others behind him.

"Don't put even a little pressure on your legs," Marcie ordered, helping me get up. She attached a footrest on the wheelchair and helped me stand up to sit on the wheelchair.

Nena ran in a second later and took in everything with wide eyes, slowly turning towards Katherine.

"YOU BITCH!" she screamed, punching her square in the jaw. She was ready to do worse but Chase pulled her back and gave Katherine a warning look to not retaliate.