The bad good girl and him

Chapter 6

Willow's POV

Just before we start I make sure to look over the crowd when I notice that no one can hear our little conversation, so when I kick his ass I can laugh at their retarded ass's, especially Mr. Elephant muscles over there. Jeez, the way I'm talking it seems like I've really got a death wish, meh who cares I've dealt with a lot worse I suppose. Time to start this shit.

Come on get your head in the game

I throw the first punch connecting with his lower rib cage, he leans slightly but doesn't do anything to give me a shot until his fist connects with the right side of my cheek.

Thank the higher powers that he is not afraid to retaliate, I mean I hate like I really hate men hitting women and I would kick any guys ass to the moon and back if he laid a hand on her in an unloving matter but I'm glad that he's not going to back down, I know that sounds a bit weird but it's just my train of thought.

As I go to swing he covers his face leaving his whole stomach on display

Stupid, stupid boy

I connect blow after blow to his lower stomach leaving him leaning forward and covering his stomach giving me a free shot to his face taking my opportunity I deliver a few more punches to his face leaving it bloodied and bruised as he collapses onto the floor groaning

"I give in you win." He says holding his stomach

Poor kid, I didn't even mean to hurt him it just happened.

I extend my hand urging him to take it, after a few long minutes of internal debate he extends his hand connecting it to mine, I pull him up slowly wrapping his arm around my neck as we hobble out of the ring I turn to elephant muscles.

"So big guy think I can protect myself yet, happy now?" I question grinning slightly at the look of horror and shock that is etched onto his very scary face.

He nods his head dumbly in my direction I chuckle slightly while leading a very battered...person away from the huge crowd that has now formed a very tight circle around us, crap what's his name...what was his name... damn I didn't even get the kid's name before I beat the shit out of him, such a nice person I am.

As we get to the large glass doors that I was at no longer than fifteen minutes ago, I pull the door but it doesn't budge, what the fuck, I jiggle it slightly, trying to loosen it maybe it was just a little stiff, I jiggle it a little more I push it putting all my weight into it, I let out a frustrated cry. As I look to my left I see whatever his name is, tears streaming down his face with his fist on his mouth as he shakes from laughter

"What!?" I snap

What he's pissing me off am I not allowed to, he's being mean.

No he's not he's simply laughing at you probably thinking that you're a nut job who needs to be put in a strait jacket.

Me? A nut job? I should get down off of my unicorn and slap you plus my strait jacket would be the best it would be pink with feathers and glitter, I can make anything look hot...well not really but you know.

Hmm...nooooooo not a nut job at allllllll.

Oh shush yourself

I'm broken out of my trance by douchebag's fingers snapping in front of my face. He's still laughing but he sobered up a bit and there's no more tears leaking from his eyes.

"Earth to Willow, where did you go?"

"Ha ha ha, I-I um, fairy land?" I say it more like a question than a statement; I'm really starting to question my mental stability maybe the little devil that sits on my shoulder otherwise known as my bad conscience is right maybe I am a nut job. Meh. I've been called much worse.