Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 25 'Breathtaking'

Entry 15

23rd September, 2016.
Friday
4:10 p.m

Aaron Demarcus Cortez

I took a threatening step forward as my cold eyes pierced into his. My hands were itching to grab his collar and land a punch on his calm face which looked at me with disregard.

"William Hill, If I see you around her one more-"

"Aaron, stop this right now. It's my decision!" Kim shouted trying to gain my attention but my eyes never left Will's.

"Or what Cortez? You'll go complain to daddy dearest?" He mocked me and my anger doubled up.

"You better fucking pray it's my dad and not me." I took one more step and in one quick move, Will was struggling against the lockers behind while I had a firm grip on his collar. I could see slight fear escape his eyes slowly as I tightened my hold. Even though Will was slightly taller than me, I could easily beat him in a duel. Before I could even do anything, a strong feminine hand gripped over my arm pulling me away from Will.

"Aaron, please stop it!" Kim's soft voice was filled with pain as she desperately begged me to leave Will. I glanced at her and pity immediately took over me. I really didn't like watching a girl's eyes tear up. I sighed as I loosened my grip on Will for Kim's sake. And Will immediately proving me his cowardliness, took this as a distraction and pushed me back so he could punch me right in the face. I heard Kim gasp loudly as I fell to the floor with a groan. I lost my vision for a second or two but before I could even stand up and finish what Will had started, I saw a pair of extremely hot legs stand in front of me, facing Will. Her skirt short enough to make me blush just at the thought but still tempting enough for me-

Stop right there, Aaron.

I immediately stood up to stop her from whatever she planned on doing, but the anger radiating from her, scared me. Anyone with their mind straight, wouldn't want to mess with her. She gave out threatening vibes. Her glare challenging him to take a step forward. Will, who was more than ready for a fight with me, seemed to be scared out of his skin right now. He looked frightened.

"Punch him again." Clarke ordered him as she stepped aside pointing towards me. Her firm voice filled with rage. "I said fucking punch him again." I've never seen Clarke this angry.

And it was so fucking hot. Shit.

"Uh-u-I sor-"

"What's that? I can't hear you." Clarke leaned forward in fake concern, which made Will jump back in fear.

"I can't punch-"

"But you just did." He didn't have anything to say. "And I would like to see you try again." Her voice was menacingly cold. Her loud order seemed to put his frightened body into action immediately. He took a hesitant step forward as he raised his arm slowly, unsure, keeping his eyes on Clarke as he anticipated for her reaction. He didn't want to punch me again because he was scared of Clarke, but the only reason he is trying to punch me again is because Clarke ordered him too, and he knows he is in trouble if he doesn't listen to her.

But he is already in trouble. He touched you, Aaron.

The bizarre idea that Clarke was this angry because he hurt me, really warmed me. But something else told me, this bizarre idea wasn't far from reality.

Before Will's hand could come anywhere near my face for the second time, a hand covered his fist tightly, pausing his actions. His face turned into an uncomfortable colour of pink showing his discomfort and pain as Clarke twisted his hand with no regard.