A continuation of the original fanfiction by @youre_acutie_x.
Original Description:
"In an elite private school filled with sex, drugs, and corruption, the most popular girl, Megan Ryan mysteriously vanishes. In a turn of interesting revelations...
Chapter 21: you're the only friend i need. sharing beds like little kids.
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KYLE
Despite popular misconception, I'm not a complete idiot. Don't get me wrong; most of the shit that falls out of my mouth should absolutely be questioned, and most of the shit I do should absolutely be described as moronic.
But I'm not completely oblivious to my stupidity. I just have a horrible little habit of realising the error of my ways after I've already said or done the stupid thing. That's why I was completely aware that trying to choke out Brad was a moronic thing to do.
Unfortunately, that realisation only came after I'd already done it. The whole thing ticked me off. Hearing that piece of shit talk about Issy like that. Watching him put his sweaty, unwanted hands all over her. But what really set me off was the look on her face...the betrayal, the hurt, the shame.
She looked so vulnerable, so fragile, so unlike herself. Isabella Aldrin was a sharp-tongued, tough-as-nails, bad-ass bitch with a temper red-hot as her hair. So fucking sexy. Seeing her look like that, so unsure of herself. Well, I just couldn't hold back anymore.
Of course, my attempt to suffocate Brad to death didn't go to plan. He fought back, almost immediately freeing himself from my grasp. I felt the breath leave my lungs as he grabbed the collar of my button-up and slammed my body down against the kitchen island.
The impact of the collision had broken the cartilage in my nose. Warm, thick blood began flowing from my nostrils, dripping down my shirt onto the counter below me. Inevitably staining both. A total waste of good Armani. A total waste of Italian marble. Mum was going to be so pissed.
To be fair, in my drunken delusion, I had actually believed I stood a chance against Brad. The several body-wash-tasting watermelon seltzers I had downed clouded my judgement, convincing me that his freakish height and build would be defenceless against my cocaine-skinny frame.
It didn't matter that Brad was 6'4 and built like a brick wall. It didn't matter that I had never been in a physical fight before. It didn't matter that with my bone structure and magnificent features, I was clearly a lover, not a fighter.
None of that mattered, because some higher power, somewhere had gazed down on my kitchen and bestowed chivalry upon me, possessed me to defend my girl's honour. Unfortunately, they didn't give me the ability to kick Brad's ass...or even defend myself against his intimidating, yet admittedly impressive strength.
"Not the face," I groaned, my cheek still pressed against the cold marble as Brad held me down. "It's the moneymaker, you know."
Brad simply grunted, applying more force to his grip on the back of my head as if to prove a point. I grimaced, grunting in discomfort at the newly afflicted pressure. I watched from the corner of my eye as Issy ran out of the kitchen, a distraught look on her pretty face.
