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Rusty-James (2)

When my boyfriend found out that Biff Wilcox was chattin' me up after school, he was furious. "What did that knucklehead say to you?" Rusty-James demanded. "Not much, it's not a big deal baby," I shrugged. I knew better than to tell him the truth. That didn't stop Rusty-James from losing his shit. "Tonight I'm gonna stomp him good," he hollered. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, he wouldn't listen to me and a fight was set up.

"C'mon, don't go! You know Biff won't play fair," I sighed as Rusty-James wrapped his hands up. "I ain't lettin' nobody think they can have my girl," he replied. He was as stubborn as a nail. When it was time to leave, I grabbed my bag. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" Rusty-James stopped me from walking through the door. 

"I'm coming too. I mean, you're fighting over me after all," I said. He chuckled, wrapped an arm around my waist and we finally left. Rusty-James' friends met up with us along the way and we all headed to the vacant lot that led right down to the dirty river. It was damp and the smell was horrendous but it was the only place where the cops would hardly show up. 

Steve Hays showed up on time wearing his neatest clothes. "You hate violence," I pointed out. "Yes well...I'm here for moral support," Steve adjusted his glasses with a nervous smile. Steve didn't smoke, drink or fight like Rusty-James did but he would never let you down if you needed him. Steve would much prefer to keep me company anyway than join in on the action.

Across the lot, Biff's gang showed up like a herd of animals. Six in total. That didn't faze Rusty-James who was so high on the excitement he couldn't stand still. Smokey and the rest of the gang stood behind him, ready as ever.

"Rusty-James!" Biff called out.

"I'm here!"

"Not for long you punk."

"I heard you've been trying to steal my girlfriend," Rusty-James' knuckles clenched. 

"Look at her, she's a pretty little doll just waiting for a guy like me," Biff licked his lips and then had the audacity to wink at me. I grimaced. "Y/n, come here," Rusty-James ordered and I approached him. "Tell me baby, who do you think about all day and night?" He asked loudly although he already knew the answer. "You, only you," I answered and Rusty-James smirked proudly. He then sent me away to stand with Steve in the safe zone.

"You heard the lady, she's mine," Rusty-James glared at Biff. In the light, you could see how glazed Biff's eyes were. Unlike Rusty-James, he was high on actual drugs and not adrenaline. Biff was known for being the local junkie. "He's been poppin' pills," Smokey announced. "I hate fighting knocked-up people," Rusty-James scowled.

The two rivals wasted no time and began cussing each other out with insulting name-calling and real violent threats that I wouldn't ever dare to say. "Jeez! I wouldn't wanna be on their bad side" Steve rubbed his neck nervously and I nodded in agreement.

"Come on," Rusty-James said finally "Take a fucking swing at me."

"Take a swing at you?" Biff's hand flew to his pocket and he drew out a silver shining knife "I'm gonna cut you to ribbons."

I suddenly felt uneasy. Rusty-James was a tough fighter, a guy who could hold his own but nobody is immortal against a weapon. I knew the blonde jerk wasn't going to abide by the no-weapons rules. Biff's friends cheered and screamed, and Rusty-James' gang grumbled, clearly unprepared. Then B.J. tossed Rusty-James a random bike chain which was good enough for him.

Biff took the first chance, lunging at Rusty-James who simply dodged the knife and stuck his foot out, causing Biff to stumble. Biff whirled around, trying once more to stab but Rusty-James wrapped the bike chain around his neck,  jerking the bully to the ground. I watched cautiously as the two boys wrestled on the slimy ground for possession of the blade. They smashed their fists into each other's faces and Steve looked like he was gonna faint.

"You're okay," I patted his arm and he took a deep breath.

The knife was knocked out of Biff's hand, falling a few feet away. Rusty-James didn't bother to reach for it because he was busy beating the shit out of Biff. Biff's gang was tense like a pack of dogs just waiting to let loose. Rusty-James' gang kept a sharp eye on the enemies. They weren't crazy about fighting but if they had to for their leader, they would without a doubt.

Rusty-James was able to gain more control. Biff eventually laid still, breathing heavily. When The Motorcycle boy showed up unexpectedly, Rusty-James' attention was diverted even for a second which was a huge mistake. Biff managed to grab ahold of the knife again in a flash. "Look out!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Biff sliced the knife into Rusty-James' side, tearing open his white shirt. Blood gushed out and Rusty-James dropped to the ground.

"No!" I cried out. I ran over but Biff blocked my way. His face was swollen red and he could barely stand too. "You...Me...B-baby," he couldn't form his words properly but I didn't care about what he had to say. I picked up a big piece of wood and smashed it down against his head, knocking Biff unconscious. "Rusty-James!" I kneeled beside my boyfriend. Even wounded, he gazed at me longingly with a smirk.

"Nice hit baby."

"I learned from the best," I smiled a little, putting pressure on his body to stop the bleeding as much as I could. He could see how worried I was so he cupped my face gently. "I'll be fine. C'mon, this won't stop me from fighting as many guys as I need to for you," he said. I went to protest but Rusty-James pulled me in for a kiss, holding me tight against him and I knew he was right. He'd be just fine.