Life of Harlow

Defense

Trevor

This son of a bitch just pushed me. I tried to be calm. I tried not to say shit. He fixed his mouth and called my girlfriend a bitch. You don't speak to a woman that way.

After he pushed me, he looked back and started laughing with his friends. It took everything in me to not punch him in the face. He then turned back to me. He took a step forward.

"Not so tough now, huh freshman?"

He's just talking shit. He's just talking shit. He's just talking shit.

I didn't say anything as I tried to calm myself down.

"You know I'd kick your ass that's why you're not making a move," he chided.

He poked my shoulder. Strike two. Before I could do anything, Jace got in his face.

"You really have a problem with keeping your hands to yourself."

"Aw, you have this idiot running to your aide. Can't handle me on your own?" Russ teased.

All this talking was getting on my nerves. I was ready to shut his ass up for good. I don't give a fuck about the consequences. People like this need to be taught a lesson.

"I'm good Jace," I quietly said.

As Jace stepped back, Russ got right back in my face.

"You're a bitch just like your so-called sister that keeps whining and your new girlfriend that won't shut her damn mouth."

As he finished his sentence, he spit at me. Like actually spit on me. That was it. I lost it. I charged at him and pummeled him to the ground. I felt the rage as I punched him in his jaw. I was landing blow after blow and I didn't give a fuck. He was fighting back, but I still had the upper hand.

I felt people trying to pull me off but I was now choking him. He was swatting at my hands, gasping for air. Yeah, talk shit now, dickhead.

"T! Trevor! Come on, you got it. You got it. Come on!"

I slowly started to come back to reality and I let him go. I was stood upright. I looked down watching him roll on the ground, writhing in pain and coughing, trying to catch his breath. I guarantee you he won't fuck with any of my people again.

I ran my lip across my bottom lip and tasted blood. That pissed me off all over again. He talked shit about my sister plus my girlfriend. He spit on me and now he made me bleed?!

Drake and Jace were holding me on either side although I was struggling to get out of their hold. The two of them together had a pretty firm grip.

"Chill out, bro. You're good. You got him," Drake stated.

How the fuck was he so calm right now? He looked at me and it's as if he read my mind.

"I gave Harlow my word I wouldn't do anything,"

"What's going on out here?!" I heard someone shout and a whistle being blown.

I turned to see security and Principal Banks. Where was security this entire time anyways? Fuck, I'm in trouble, but I was defending myself. I'm sure someone has the fight recorded.

Behind Principal Banks, I saw other teachers plus Pops and Uncle Colt. I didn't know both of them were still here. I watched as Harlow and Emma ran over to them. All I saw was her arms flailing and whatever she said had Pops and Uncle Colt making their way through the crowd.

"You alright, son?" Pops quizzed.

"He spit on me," I stated.

I felt myself getting upset all over again. Looking over, he was surrounded with people checking on him, yet here I am being treated like a villain. He has a history of starting shit with people. He fucked with Harlow, disrespected Emma, and spit on me yet I'm the bad guy? Fuck out of here.