One true love | Eddie Munson

26 : H A I L E Y

. . .

Monday.

Everything was going great. I was in my uniform like I would be every practice day, and I was walking down the hall. Eddie joined me by wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Miss me much?" He said with a shit eating grin.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "Hm not really." I shrugged sarcastically as I put my books into my locker, he shook his head and closed it, and pulled me by the strings of my jacket, closing the gap between us, our lips tangling together as one, "Eddie, people are going to see."

"And?" He shrugged, "People make out in the hallway all the time, is it because I'm the freak?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, "No, you know it's because if Mr.Connolie sees that I'm in the halls smashing lips with my boyfriend he'll have me sent to detention again."

"Hm, Hailey Violet Miller's not ready for that adrenaline yet." He smirked

"No, I can't be sent to detention because I have practice today, if it were any other day I'd take you to the empty janitor's closet and we'd make out in there for all of first period, and we'd probably get detention and I'd take it. Just not today."

Eddie smirked, "Hailey Miller's becoming the little bad seed of the bunch huh?"

"Shut up, Munson." I slapped his chest playfully giving him one more kiss before heading off to class.

. . .

Everything was going great. I was done with the first five classes of the day, and now she was off to lunch. Only two classes to go before she was off to practice and heading home, with Steve because my car had broken down again. The car had its good days but of course today not being one of them.

"Well if it isn't the slut." A mockingly and annoying voice coming from behind me, Eddie had warned me about Cassidy plotting her revenge.

"Cassidy, I think you're referring to yourself, but who knows." I shrugged, putting my bag down, "The fact that you can't keep track of any guy, probably hints that you're rightfully a slut." A devilish smirk appearing on my face

"I know you're the one who got me kicked off the team, and I want you to know that you'll pay for it, maybe even die," Cassidy getting up real close to me, face to face, her warm breath blowing against my lips, "Call me slut one more time,"

I chuckled, "Slut."

She swung first, giving me freedom to finish the fight. I grabbed her by her blonde ponytail. Her reflexes, unable to swat my hand away. I twisted it so that she was facing the ceiling. I pushed her head down, making her fall. I straddled her and threw a punch hitting her face, the skin tearing revealing red against her pale complection. I tried punching her again, but her hands reached for my neck, squeezing, the air unable to reach down to my lungs, my face red and my head felt light. I got to give her a punch before I started seeing stars.

Cassidy now on top of me, gripping my throat tighter knowing that I would be passing out soon. I kicked her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her, her hands slipping off my neck and I turned over on my side coughing. The voices around me clattering into one big voice. I closed my eyes and sighed a deep sigh, and opened them again and continued coughing. The principal took me by the arm and pulled me away to his office. The school nurse made sure Cassidy was alright and she cleaned the gash I had made in her cheek. With these rings she'd need some stitches.

. . .

"Now, who started the fight?" Principal Eckles asked.

I looked at him, "She did."