(Messy plot)
(4/5 plot holes, maybe more)
𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭 -
My hands dig into his shoulders, adjusting to the size of him inside of me. He gives me a few seconds, to him it probably felt like hours. Then he's moving, slowly at first. Our breath hits...
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𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝐓𝐰: 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀
Shit has hit the fan.
I repeat shit has hit the fan.
Teenage bodies shove around mine like a bag of potatoes. Phones wave in the air recording two boys fight to the extreme.
One of the boys I recognized was a football player, Tanner night the school golden boy. he's a linebacker but was known for endlessly running his mouth about how he should've been chosen to be the quarterback. with the virtues of brown eyes, light skin, and black hair, he was a decent-looking guy but with a not-so-decent personality.
The other guy was well, you guessed it Westin freaking smith. His fists repeatedly pummelled into Tanner's face not stopping his rhythm. Blood dripped and coated his teeth while his hair hanged over his eyes. Punch after punch after punch caused my stomach to turn. Tanner's face becoming unrecognizable as his eyes shut close while blood sputters out of his mouth from the punches Westin continuously delivers.
Cheers turn into warnings for him to stop. Tanner's body lay limp as Westin continued his assault. Somebody needed to stop him before he killed the kid. I've never thought I'd see him this way, such aggressive behavior didn't seem to match his personality. He was always so cold while being detached from people and their lives.
I'm sure my face resembles everyone else's. Terrified with wide eyes and open mouths.
I don't realize my fingers are shaking until soft warm ones cover them. Zamora steps beside me telling me the boys are coming but it seems like it's going into one ear and out the other. The world is one huge fuzzy mess, Zamoras voice is muffled between the screams of people telling Westin to stop.
"Westin stop man!" Two figures came pushing through the crowd I recognized those crazy socks with beat-up forces anywhere. Camden pulls Westins back while Jude holds his arms still.
They can barely contain him and he looks one second away from knocking them both out. Camden holds on from dear life before looking over into the crowd searching for something, or someone.
His blue eyes zoom past me before backtracking.
Then he starts shouting.
"Westin look at her man, You're scaring her!"
Camden doesn't even have to specify who's he's talking about before Westins fist still in the air, inches from Tanners face. The crowd quiets as Westins labored breathing echoed through the hall. He drops his arms before shrugging the boys off and standing up.
