Chapter Nine: Changed opinions
Zaine P.O.V
I stood there staring after Angelina after she’d left, my car keys in my hand. I sighed; it wasn’t all that dark out the sun was just setting. I was walking across the parking lot, Angelina was long gone. I was gonna go home, have a shower and sleep, I was tired. I might even phone Amy or Charlotte, well whatever her name was, that brunette girl that I was playing with.
They materialised out the darkness like ninja’s, there were 3 of them they looked big, muscle-y, except for one. They boxed me in, I looked around, I couldn’t see any of their faces they were all covered. Even though my face didn’t show it I was starting to worry, WTF? Who were these arse holes.
“Hey guys what’s up?” I asked trying to remain casual. They didn’t say anything.
The one opposite me charged me, pushing me into the guy behind me, within seconds he had my arms behind my back. I tried to fight him off, getting one of my arms loose and getting in a few punches here and there but they started pounding me in my stomach, my face, my gut. My skin was raw from the connections of their fists. The pain was a lot. The guy behind me dropped me to the floor.
He kicked me a couple times before laughing. The skinniest one bent down to get right up in my face, I reached up and pulled away the cap that was covering his face. It was that Jordan creep. His face started blurring and there laughs reverberated in my head. I heard him utter one last sentence before I blackened out.
“Stay away from Angelina”
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I woke up on the cold hard tarmac. Still in the parking lot, I was sore all over; I couldn’t move without feeling pain, I sat up, grunting out with pain. I struggled to my feet and limped to my car; I slide in and let out a sigh of relief. I looked at my face in the mirror; I had a black eye and a cut on my cheek. How had I let three arse holes like Jordan and his creeps fuck me up?
Ugh they were such pussies, three on one, I mean come one. If Jordan wanted a fight it’s a fight he’ll get. And at the end of the day, I’ll be the one walking home with the grand prize. Angelina. Jordan had just given me an excellent playing card, I was gonna milk the attack and get as much sympathy out of Angel as I could.
He could try jumping me again but this time I’ll be on my guard, I was gonna fuck him up so badly he’ll wish he was never born. I set the car in reverse, wincing with the pain, I was just gonna have to soldier it. I drove home slowly; all the lights were on in my house. Excellent.
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“OMG ZAINE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” My sister Rosie shrieked.
I’d just stepped through the door, she was on the step waiting for me, worried I bet. She was the best sister in the world. I slumped to the floor by the stairs; I couldn’t do anymore walking for now I was just too tired and too sore.
“Urr, Rosie go get mum” I whined.
She jumped up and sprinted out as fast as she could, she came hurrying back towing my mum along behind her. My mum gasped when she saw me and dropped down to her knees, cupping my face in her hands.
“OMG, sweetheart what happened to you? Who did this to you?” She asked, her eyes racking over my face. Rosie handed her a damp towel and she cleaned up the dried blood on my face.
“Jordan...Mills” I uttered.
Angelina P.O.V
People everywhere were whispering and pointing at me the next day. I walked down the hallway to my locker and it seemed like every student was looking at me. WTF was up? I saw Stephanie barrelling down the corridor towards me, she grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me along, running full speed out into the back fields.
