Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

6

The bell finally rings and I'm the first person up and out.

I run-walk towards the exit doors that gleamed brightly like it were the gateway to heaven or something.

Just when I thought I were about to reach freedom, I'm pulled back into the darkness of my misery and fear.

"Noo!"

"Now didn't I say I have a surprise for you, now we can go home together."

Being incredibly terrified is an understatement when you have a guy that has rumors all over that he possibly could've killed a guy, gripping the shitnuhgga out of your shoulder.

Actually no... Did kill a guy.

As he lead me towards his car and not mine, my heart slammed against my chest, wanting to be free from the horror I were in.

His car may be the sexiest car in this parking lot but there is no way in hell that I'm getting in. I try turning around but he literally drags me towards his car.

"Let me go." I say, letting my full weight fall in his arms.

"Keep acting like this and I will drop you."

I would rather for him to drop me so I can get away but instead I take off my wedge and hit him in the eye.

He grunts, dropping me anyways.

I get up and run like a track star towards my car.

This is funny because I have never ran this fast in my life ever before. Only for the food.

Food is life man.

I hear his footsteps getting nearer and nearer and his quiet breathing escalating on my neck.

He tackles me and I scream.

"Let me go! leave me alone!" I scream at him, kicking and punching him and still, he wouldn't let me go.

What is wrong with this guy?!?

"Let her go." I hear yet, another deep voice say.

I stop fumbling and look up to see Jake, looking like a godlike statute.

And him looking incredibly pissed off was yet another understatement of the day.

His jaw was clenched. Fist tight, making his knuckles turn white. An wrathful frown acted upon his face and a legitimate burning danced along in his electric blue eyes. For a moment he actually looked like a warrior angel.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Tristan says, standing and pulling me up along with him.

I look up at Tristan and Jake.

They were both almost the same size, Tristan a little bit bigger.

"I will beat your ass. I'm going to tell you this one last time," Jake says, venomously, "Let. Her. Go." He snarls at Tristan.

Now, if I was Tristan, I would've drop myself and ran off, but this thick headed boy were almost dumber than rocks.

Tristan looks at him sheepishly.

"No." He says.

I could literally feel the fire held in Jake's eyes as he throws punches left and right at Tristan.

Tristan weaves them like a professional boxer and ends up hooking Jake ten times harder.

I look around to see that they've created a crowd.

Everyone's yelling and I find myself screaming at them, trying to get them to stop but Jake just keep hitting until Tristan had a big black eye, a bloody nose, and a bruised up purple-black cheek. One good uppercut from Jake sent Tristan flying to the ground.

Jake only had a bloody nose, a puffy eye, and a bruised and busted lip.

He wipes the blood with his sleeve and adjusts his glasses.

He pulls me away from Tristan and the crowd and towards my car.

From the corner of my eye, I watch Tristan stand and spit out blood. He looks at me hatefully and my heart suddenly trembled with fear.

I look back up a Jake then down at his hands.

His hands were bruised and bloody but he looked fine.

"Are you okay?"

His jaw clenches harder than before but he simply nods

He puts me into my car.

"Get out of here." He says angrily.

He didn't have to tell me twice, because I started my car and swerved out.

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Okay... Honestly....

What the hell...

I know what you're probably thinking but honestly

This were another one of my writing frenzies.

TO HELL WITH THEM.

I mean I don't know how exactly Jake beat Tristan's ass but he did...

This is a bit cliche and I'm absolutely sorry for it.

Wait no this more than cliche...

It's dank

Sorry again...

I.S.S