A boy named Blaze

Chapter 4

The smile on Bry's face became twisted and full of joy. I knew he was looking for terror on my face as he held the knife in the air. I don't know what was running threw his mind but I worked on instincts, I kicked my leg up and hit his arm, causing the knife to drop out of his hands. Being a cheerleader is very handing in fighting, it makes you kick high and hard. Before I even got to hear the clink of the knife hitting the hard cement floor I punched him in the face and heard the satisfying sound of his nose breaking. I wiped the the blood off my hands on my jeans as I kneed him in the gut and swiped his feet away from him, but turns out he can fight as well. Instead of him crashing onto the floor he held his ground, wiping blood off him face and grabbing me with the other hand.

He held onto my shirt, his fingers gripping inside my shirt and on my boobs. He yanked me closer, he was strong, and kept pulling till I was pressed against his chest. "I'm not the same little boy I was before, I am stronger, more deadly now," Bry said gripping my shirt harder. "Still trying to keep up that bad boy act?" I asked sweetly, "cause if it's to impress me I officially not impressed." He shook his hand that was around my shirt, as if to reminding me that he is in charge. Yet he wasn't in charge, I was, even if I made it look like he was had me, I was always in charge.

"This is not some stupid bad boy act to try to impress you, get it in your thick stupid skull that I'm over you, I wouldn't bring myself to date a self-centered, little bitch like you," he said, spitting the word bitch. I was over this game and I knew how to kill his idea of him being over me as well and be free. I heard Matthew standing up now, Bry had knocked him out but he finally woke up and he saw his grip on my shirt. Now it was time for this to end, even thought I wish Matthew didn't have to see my plan but oh well. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pressed my lips against his, he was surprised and let go of my a little, yet a little wasn't enough.

I kept kissing him, pressing my lips harder on his and pulling myself closer to his body, tempting him to let go out my shirt. I felt him melt even more and he started kissing me back, hard, licking my bottom lip. He wrapped his hand just under my ass and lifted me so I had to wrap my legs around his waist. A couple more secondes later his grip on my shirt released and he was gently rubbing his finger along the edge of my bra. That's when I pulled away, fast, before he had any time to react and I walked over to stand beside the shocked Matthew. "Sorry," I muttered and Bry looked at me in shock.

"Sorry?" Bry asks, voice full of shock. "That's sorry wasn't for you, you idiot," I snapped at him, smoothing out my shirt. Matthew was still looking shocked and I looked up and him, looking in his eyes and said "I"m sorry you saw me kiss that asshole." Bry was not pleased at all, his nose was still bleeding and he's cheeks were red. "You haven't changed at all, you are still that bitch player you were last time I saw you," Bry said. "Bry," I started but then he cut me off, "its Blade." I rolled my eyes and started again. "Bry, I have changed, now I only dating one guy, it is you that hasn't changed Bry. You still are obsessed with me but you are just crazier," I said turning back to my locker and started to spin the dial. "I am not that little boy anymore," he said defensively. "Goodbye Bry," I said opening my locker.

"I'm not done with you yet, this isn't over," Bry said. "Bry," I said in a very sweet voice, "get bent and die." With that I grabbed my book bag, slung it over my shoulder, held Matt's arm, and turned around and walked away. Matthew walked with me but didn't say anything, after we were away from Bry I stopped, turning him to face me. "I'm sorry Matthew for kissing him, yet what you didn't see was that after he pushed you down he pulled out a knife, he would have killed us. I kicked it out of his hand but he got my shirt. I kissed him so he would let me go not because I wanted to!" I said honestly. "So you don't like Bry," he asked. "No!" I said looking into his eyes, "I like you."