Falling For Christian

5. Oh It's So On 5.

"Where the hell is that prick!" I screamed at Jasper. I used every chemical I could find to try and wash off the writing on my arm but to no avail. I was currently in a long sleeve, blue loose shirt and black skinny jeans.

When I get my hands on him

Oh, frisky

Shut the hell up, your not helping.

"Oh hey Abby" Jasper smiled nervously, looking hesitantly to the side "You look beautiful today"

"Where the hell is he" I growled again, ignoring the flattery. He immediately pointed to the football oval. Stomping out the school doors, I searched the oval ahead of me and spotted Christian. His gaze caught mine and he looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I picked up my pace as Christian staggered backwards, he was obviously holding back a laugh and that made me begin to run, he turned and bolted away, towards the change rooms.

Not really caring what of what I was about to see, I decided to give people in there a warning that a chick was about to come in to murder a certain someone. Yelling for them to cover up, I ran into an empty room.

Thank god

Looking around every corner in hope to find Christian, the sound of the change room doors either opening or closing echoed and I raced out the door. I saw Christian running into the school buildings and I quickly followed after, breathing heavily

Why couldn't he have been slow!

Running down the halls and zig-zagging though the crowds of people, I stopped suddenly when I heard groans of pain, cheering and the sound of punching.

Rushing into the room, everyone's head snapped to my angry gaze. The boy looked up at me and let out a scared gasp

Harrison

"Let Harry go" I ordered coldly, the soon to be in a pile of their own blood assholes exchanged looks and started laughing. The circle surrounding us went quiet as the boys continued cracking up, making my way over to the two holding harry I kept my gaze hard and the ugly muscular guy that was holding what looked like Harry's art book, raised an eyebrow at me, basically challenging me to do something about it.

Oh my, what could a innocent Irish lass that spent a year of middle school at a military base learning self-defense do to stop the big muscular bullies.

It's time to go mortal combat on their asses.

"I'm going to count to three, Shrek. Apologise and give him is book back, or somebody's going to spend the rest of the day in hospital" I warned and he flinched slightly before regaining his posture to look calm and intimidating

"One" I trailed on, raising my hand and squeezing a sensitive spot on the left guy holding Harry's neck which caused him to fall down, unconscious.

"Two" I sang, repeating what I had done to the right guy, who straight a way, dropped causing Harry to collapse under the pressure of the pain in his stomach

"Three" without giving Shrek the time to think, I raced over and submitted him to the same fate of his friends. Turning to Harry, who was now, clutching his stomach with blooding dripping from his face, I lent down and tried to comfort him.

I looked up at the shocked crowd and sent them a icy glare, "You guys aren't all rainbows and butterflies. You are all just like those three imbeciles, laying in their own drool. Your all bullies and don't deserve to even breath the same air as good-hearted people like Harrison" I shot. Sorry's were muttered and some honestly looked ashamed. One guy looked rather smug though