Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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(Double update - make sure you have read the previous chapter)
I slammed my hands at the huge body before me, gripping his shirt when he didn't move and swinging down between his legs, and shoving the back of his knees which made him fall forward.
He was tired but was I.
But I was also angry. I was so fucking angry.
He didn't even have a chance to move before I was on him and sending punch after punch to his face. He fought with me, trying his best to get me off and attack me but I kept going until I felt my knuckles spilt further upon each impact, and blood splatter across the dirty floor.
My fists met his face again and again and again. Each jab making its mark and forcing his head to slam against the hard floor.
Laboured breaths left me in anger, my teeth grinding together and every muscle in my body fuelled by a type of rage that never left.
I was so done.
I had been through so much shit in my life and these past couple of months had destroyed me. They made me weak, stupid and emotional. I had cried rivers and allowed myself to be subject to someone behind a fucking screen.
I had allowed them to mess with my life. Hendrix. Bentley. Adir. Laken. I just let them do whatever they're wanted, focusing on pain instead.
But I was done.
I was angry and I was done crying. I was my father's daughter and I'd show them just what that fucking meant - I'd show them the girl that set buildings on fire and fought people for fun. I'd show them just how dangerous my anger really was and I'd do so much worse than Colton Wilson ever could.
I pounded my fist down, raining punches onto the large male's face, seeing nothing but red.
Hands grabbed at my shoulder pulling me back. I struggled against them, staring at the bloody face on the floor, imagining it as my father's.
The hands pulled me up, turning me around swiftly and I stared into Adir's face. The face I wished was Bentley.
"-stop. You won Pandora. You won. You can stop now." His voice was gentle, his eyes softening and staring with worry.
I shrugged him off. I didn't want to stop.
The referee grabbed my hand, holding my arm up and announcing my win. "And the winner is.... PANDORA WILSON!!" Cheers broke out and people pumped their fists into the air. I watched as the rest of my friends tackled their way through the crowd with Liliane at the very front.
As soon as she broke free from the chanting bodies, she clambering inside the ring easily and wrapped her arms around me; ignoring the mass amounts of sweat and blood coating every inch of my skin.
