Walk the Line For You

Walk the Line Part 3

The next day at school, I can't help but repeat what Kensley said to me the night before after I told her what Matty had done to me.

Don't worry about him anymore, I will handle the problem.

What did she mean? Is she going to talk to him? Beat him up? Kill him? Maybe she can see into my darker fantasies and she's going to make them come true.

Standing with my back against my locker, staring down at my black and white Converse shoes, I'm waiting for Matty to finish his last class. I decided to wear my red capri pants today and my white cardigan sweater. I didn't have the energy to style my hair, so a hairband was all I could manage for my asymmetrical bob hair-cut. I'm building up my courage to tell him that we're done when the bell rings, startling me to attention. I stand up straight with my shoulders back as I scan the crowd. He sees me first and walks over. "Hey, baby." He plants a wet kiss on my lips. I have to fight my every instinct not to wipe it away. He then leans in and whispers, "My dick is tickled to see you. I think we should go out to my car and pay it a visit."

I immediately push him away with a disgusted scoff. "I hate you." That was not what my opening line was going to be, but the sound of his voice and assumptions pisses me off. I take a breath as he stares at me, bewildered. "I don't want to see you anymore, Mathew."

"Excuse me?"

The tone of his voice causes the commotion of the school traffic around us to come to a halt. Everyone's staring at us now. I begin trembling inside; I bite my lower lip and squeeze my fingers together. I can't seem to lift my eyes to look at him for fear of the deathly look he's giving me will make me burst into flames or something. "Mathew, I don't—"

"I heard you!" he barks out making me jump. In an instant, his fingers are digging into my upper arm and now my head is throbbing from being slammed back against the locker; it bounced. On instinct and before anyone can come to my aid, I ram my knee right into his balls, making him release me and bend over in pain. I'm already running down the hall toward the front doors of the school with his venomous shouts penetrating my ears, reverberating all around me. My only thought is to run away and hide so he can't find me. I know he won't hurt me on school property with witnesses and adults around, so to my way of thinking is to stay on the school grounds but stay hidden. As I burst through the doors, I stop momentarily, look to my left, then look to my right, and just as I'm about to make a decision on which way to go, I hear a low, long whistle coming from the street. I look, and in my panicked frenzied state, I don't see anything. Must have been for someone else. I hear it again and take a step forward, then I see it.

Kensley's car, it's unmistakeable.

I feel like my heart is going to erupt through my chest when I see her, and it has nothing to do with how delicious she looks; okay, maybe a little, but c'mon, she's dressed in a pair of snug black trousers, a black button down with the buttons undone exposing the top part of her chest and a black trench coat, mid-thigh. Her black hair is hanging down, partially slicked back so it's resting along the backs of her shoulders and out of her face.

"Hi." My voice is shaky from a combination of fear and breathlessness from running.

She doesn't have time to respond because Matty is now shouting at me. Without saying a word, she ushers me inside her car then turns and stands in a defensive pose. She cocks her head to the side as he walks closer.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asks.

"Someone you don't wanna fuck with, so I suggest you turn around and walk away."

"Oh yeah? I call your bluff, besides, what're you gonna do? You can't touch me, I'm on school property and so is she. I should call the cops on your perverted ass."