Fire and Ice

Chapter 3: The events of lunchtime.

Bit of action in this chapter yay! I already know who's gonna play Alec... But it's a surprise for now! Mwahaha!

Any ideas for Jess? I need a badass looking girl. I'm open for suggestions!
I don't know why but I really like these shoes on guys...
Enjoy!
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The day went by slowly and painfully with many goodbye and good luck speeches from the teaches.

"God we've heard this exact same speech like ten times today" Jess grumbled under her breath.

"Hang in there it's nearly lunchtime" I whispered back. In all honesty, lunchtime wasn't ever any better. Yes, you get to eat the food you've been needing all day, but lunchtime was a ruthless battle between social cliques.

If you sat in the wrong spot your life as you knew it, was over. Majority of the time, if you stuck to the right area, your area, you were fine. But the one day, that you had a headache, and was stuffing everything up and was in pain all over and you just weren't thinking straight and you had enough on your plate rather then worrying about where you sat, yeah you might stuff up.

Yeah you might've guessed... That happened to me. I just wasn't right that day, and I accidentally sat in the wrong spot. I sat in the area of the groupies that usually follow Alec around.

Let me tell you, I've never regretted anything more in my life than where I sat that day. The groupies spat and yelled and threw rubbish at me! Like I said, it was a ruthless battle of one against twenty others.

As Jess and I got our lunches from our lockers, a shout was heard from up the hallway.
"What was that?" Jess exclaimed excitedly. She was always drawn to any form of trouble or commotion.

"I don't know... And I don't think I want to know" I said as I forcefully grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her away from the continuous shouts.

"Come on Indi it's our last day, it's not like they can get us in trouble for watching a fight!" Jess reasoned.

"Who said it was ever a fight Jess? Maybe it's just.... Maybe it could be... Okay so I don't know what it could be but let's just go!" I pleaded.

Jess, being the strong stubborn person she always has been, reversed our positions as she took hold of my wrist and began to drag me towards the shouts, which had grown louder.

As we rounded the corner we were faced with almost the entire schools' population in the formation of a circle with two people brawling viciously in the middle.

I'd rarely ever seen a fight. And let me tell you, I'd wish I hadn't seen what's in front of me currently. I couldn't see much, but the sight of blood is never mistaken. Horror stricken I tried to turn, only to find a widely grinning Jess beside me.

"This is amazing!" She exclaimed excitedly.
I stared at her unable to comprehend what she's just said.

"What do you mean amazing?! There's blood! Can we just leave please!?" I near shouted, becoming ever more anxious by the minute.

"It's amazing because my future husband is beating the absolute crap out of that guy that we hate... What's his name... Jeremy?" She asked.

"Jeremiah" I corrected with so much venom in my words I could feel the burn.

Jeremiah once was somebody that used to follow Jess and I around. Not just at school, everywhere. I'd be at the local supermarket picking up a packet of pads and he'd pop up, out of no where, and give me a lecture on which type of pad was better for me. What even?!

It didn't stop there though. It got so out of hand that my parents got a restraining order against him. If he were to make contact with Jess or myself ever again he'd have to pay a fine and depending on what he did, possibly go to jail.

After news got out that Jeremiah had a restraining order against him, he took it out on us. He once showed up in the middle of the night at my bedroom window and smashed it to smithereens! He was in jail for 6 months before he could even say the word "pads".

I wasn't surprised however that he was allowed back into the school. I'd heard he'd had to see a psychologist everyday that he was in jail and I'd heard that he'd made improvement. He still had a restraining order against him, but this time he was going to abide by it.

"Why would Alec be fighting Jeremiah?" I asked perplexed.

"It's Alec, he likes to fight with anyone, doesn't he?" Jess answered, the tone of obviousness dripping from her words.

And although I was thoroughly repulsed by the fight before, I inched closer, wanting to see Jeremiah have what he's always deserved finally get given to him.

I fought my way through the crowd with Jess hot on my heels. As I found an opening in which I slipped my body through, I was faced with the confronting scene in front of me.

"Come on, you bastard! Stand up and take it like a man!" Alec yelled, fury in his voice.

I looked over at Jeremiah on the ground. It was then that I realized where the source of the blood that was evident. Jeremiah's nose was slowly gushing blood. He had a purple bruise mark shaped like a fist on is left check and his right eyebrow had a minor gash.

It was obvious who was winning this fight. I looked over at Alec and was extremely unsurprised when I saw how unscathed he was. Standing with his chest puffed out, his eyes, a captivating light brown, shone with hatred. Whatever Jeremiah had done had struck some sort of sensitive nerve in Alec.

Alec's chestnut brown hair was slightly ruffled, and as he ran another hand through it, it was obvious why. My mother had told me once that when my father was ever nervous or angry, he'd constantly run a hand through his hair. Then she'd gone on to say it was a trait of most men. Alec was definitely angry, and maybe a slight nervous, but that was hardly noticeable.

For some entirely unknown reason, I let myself look Alec up and down. He was built, but not so much that he looked like one of those creepy body builders that had more muscle than brain. He wore a tightly fitting white t-shirt and a light blue button up shirt over top, sleeves rolled up over his elbows and buttons left undone. He also wore black form fitting jeans, definitely flattering on him, and black Nike shoes.

He was definitely attractive, but I'd never let myself get caught up in his good looks and bad boy ways.

Jeremiah stood up. Oh what a bad mistake that was. Alec smirked, an evil mocking smirk that took place on his face, replacing his previous mask of anger.

"Come on 'Jerry' let's see what else you've got for me" Alec mocked.

Jeremiah looked like he was in a lot of pain, but he took a step forward anyway. But before he could even lift an arm, Alec's fist was swinging at full speed towards his face, and with a satisfying crunch, Jeremiah had fallen to the ground. Out cold.

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Hope you liked the action!! Woohoo!!

So why was Alec attacking the hell out of Jeremiah??

Don't you think Jeremiah is/was a total creepa!?

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