Vices & Virtues

Nine

I DIDN'T MEAN TO HIT YOU THAT HARD

Lisa had no chance in hell of avoiding Suho's surprise attack. One second she was in the hottest kiss of her life and the next a fist was flying towards her face and colliding with her jaw, sending her tumbling to the ground.

"LISA!" Irene yelled in shock.

The brunette spit out a decent amount of blood before looking through her curtain of brown hair at Suho's angry form. She should have known it was him. This was going to be fun.

Lisa grinned, even if her cheek was throbbing painfully, "So I take it you read my note?" She asked.

Suho scowled and threw the note along with some tampons at her place on the ground. Then Suho kicked her in the stomach- hard, Lisa screamed out in pain. The crowd that had formed around them gasped.

"Stay the fuck away from my girl," he sneered.

Lisa Manoban was not one to just lie and take a beating, no matter how much pain she was in. Gritting her teeth she moved with surprising agility, slamming her body into Suho's midsection with a tackle any of the linebackers on the football team would be envious of. Straddling him quickly she returned the favor and delivered a swift right hook to his jaw then another to his left.

"She's not your girl," Lisa growled before spitting in his face again.

By now the crowd was chanting, as most high schoolers do when there is a fight going on. Irene wanted to stop what was happening but she was stunned speechless. Suho used his strength and tried rolling Lisa over but the brunette was more experienced at street fighting and used his momentum to roll on top of him again. Suho might have been stronger and bigger but Lisa was more skilled and quick, they were pretty evenly matched.

"STOP IT GUYS!" Irene finally screamed angrily. She was ignored though as they continued to wrestle on the ground. They both got a few jabs in as they rolled, trying to get the upper hand.

"Irene!" Rosé voice broke through Irene's hard stare.

Irene hadn't even noticed she was there. Suho and Lisa were at their feet now, Suho sending hard lumbering punches at the brunette whereas she relied on placement and precision.

"Do something!" Rosé said desperately. Irene looked at her before tempting a step forward, ready to go on their asses.

Then Suho swung wide, which Lisa was quick to dodge. Unfortunately his fist was now headed straight for Irene's face. Closing her eyes the small brunette anticipated the pain of an 18-year-old quarterbacks punch onto her fragile form, holding her breath.

But it never came.

Rosé pulled her back just in time and Irene- and everyone else- watched the color drain from Suho's face.

"Irene I'm so sorr-" he didn't get a chance to finish the apology because Lisa had punched him square in the gut.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" she threatened before driving her knee into his crotch and sending her elbow flying into his nose. He stumbled back, trying to distance himself from the brunette so he could recover a little before straight up ramming into her. As he lunged though something caught him.

A loud whistle pierced the air causing everyone to cover their ears.

"Alright break it up bottom-feeders!" Coach Young yelled grabbing a hold of Lisa, "Eyebrows, if you keep thrashing I will be forced to inject you with the 100cc's of anesthetic I have on my person at all times."

"Anyone who is here in the next two seconds will spend the next two months hand-washing jock straps!" Coach Yang said from where he was restraining Suho with ease.