A kiss for Ree

Chapter 19: Out of the house 💔

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Despite my desperate screams and pleas, Levi and Ludwig paid no attention. They were too consumed by the urge to destroy each other. Grabbing one another by the collar, they traded venomous glares and grunts of exertion.

"Please, stop! Don’t fight!" I cried, darting in front of the buses as they crashed from one side to another like wild animals. They took turns throwing brutal punches.

Levi slammed Ludwig to the ground, his hands tightening around his neck. Ludwig retaliated with a swift reversal, choking Levi back while cursing in German.

They fought like seasoned brawlers, dodging hits and throwing precise kicks with alarming skill.

"Are you two insane? Cut it out already!" I yelled, my voice breaking. Blood streamed from their faces, soaking their torn uniforms. It was a horrifying sight.

There was no room to step in, not without getting caught by a stray punch and ending up unconscious myself. And that was the last thing I needed.

Then I heard a high-pitched gasp behind me.

“Ohhh! They’re fighting!” a girl squealed. Her squeal pierced the air, loud enough to echo across the entire school yard, maybe even the whole city.

“Fighting? Where? Oh my gosh—AHHHHH!”

On que, students poured out of the auditorium, gasping, shrieking, some even cheering. They loved the chaos, thrilled to witness the drama firsthand. Most of them pretended to be scared, but I knew better.

“Oh no,” I muttered, covering my ears and squeezing my eyes shut as the noise swelled into a wild mix of rants and cheers. In high school, nothing gets attention faster than a full blown fight.

And this was all Levi’s fault!

When I opened my eyes again, Levi and Ludwig had finally been separated. Teachers and school volunteers, easily identified by their name tags, held them back on either side.

Both boys were bleeding from their noses, lips swollen and split. Their fists were still clenched, their bodies still straining, ready to lunge. The once-crisp collars of their white shirts now hung loose and bloodstained.

“Are they fighting because of you?” a couple of girls in strange, hideous school uniforms asked as they approached.

I glanced down at the short girls, hissed, and walked past them without answering.

“You two, on your knees. Stay calm, and don’t even think about getting close to each other again,” Mr. Vine commanded firmly.

Levi dropped to his knees.

Ludwig didn’t.

“I said, on your knees!” Mr. Vine’s voice exploded, so loud it startled everyone.

If it had been anyone else, they would’ve obeyed. But not Ludwig.

He scoffed, spat out blood, and shoved off the people trying to restrain him. “Get off! Knees, my foot!”

“Ohhhhhh!” Came the dramatic gasp from the crowd, completely unnecessary, as always.

“Young man! I’m a teacher, and I command you to get on your knees!” Mr. Vine was clearly exasperated, his voice cracking with fury and humiliation.

“Command your students, then! No one tells me what to do, pig.”

"Ahhhhh." Okay, that was just… the rudest thing you could ever say to anyone, no matter how chubby they may look.

“Ludwig, get on your knees,” a female teacher called out. But it sounded more like a plea than a command. She was clearly scared of him. Obviously couldn’t control him. She must be the one who came with Travis Scott’s delegation.