More Than a Friend

Chapter 14

"Why is Angela fighting Wendy?!" Kyle asked. "She found out that Wendy was the person who wrote things on your locker." I explained.

Angela and Wendy were still facing each other. "Go ahead, Wendy. Let me see what you're made of." Angela said with a challenge in her voice. "Gladly." said Wendy, and she charged at her. Angela
just stood there, not moving.

Then, Wendy upper-cutted Angela's head. I think I heard a small crunch. Angela stepped back a bit and then fell on her bottom with her nose bleeding. "Ha, pathetic. I knew you didn't have the guts to fight me."

Oh no. This fight. It's all my fault. I thought to myself. I shouldn't have cried like a little bitch when those words on my locker. This wouldn't haven't have happened. I look at Stan, and he has this shock look on his face. I quickly looked away, due to heatness going to my cheeks.

"This is what you get when you try to stand up for your boyfriend!" Wendy laughed evily and started to walk away.

But then, Angela rose from the ground, wiping the blood from her slightly, dirty face. Her expression was dark, like she was this mass killer. And proud of being one.

"You think that can bring me down?" Angela asked with a smug smile on her face, eyes like daggers.

Then 2 seconds after, Wendy was on the geound, holding her gut and winceing at the pain.

Then Angela kneeled at Wendy's level and said, "For the last time, Kyle is not my boyfriend, you whore."

(A/N) HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS, IM SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING! I JUST MOVED FROM NEBRASKA TO OHIO. THEN I HAD TO APPLY FOR SCHOOL AND DANCE AND ALL THAT JAZZ. (PUN NOT INTENDED)

SO, YEAH. THIS FIGHT IS GWTTING INTENCE UHH? I SHOULD PROUBLY GO BACK TO THE WHOLE STANxKYLE SHIP...