Crazy for you.

Chapter 10: The bloody fight.

I was stressing in class because I kept seeing Chelsea smirking at me. Right after school, when I was about to run back home to avoid her, she stopped me. "Now where do you think you're going, chicken?" she teased. I gulped but pushed it down. "Just... not willing to fight an idiot like you. Won't you get your precious hands dirty with blood?" I shot back, smirking.

She gasped, and then her face turned red. "No one talks to me like that," she said, inching closer to me. "Someone should," I retorted, not willing to back down. "You'll regret that," she warned, lifting her fists.

"I'll regret messing up my hands with your blood," I said. I threw the first punch to her face, and she howled in horror, kicking me hard. I growled and punched her back even harder, scratching her cheek. A crowd started to form around us, yelling, "Fight!" I pulled back and wiped some of the blood that was dripping from my nose.

"Give up, coward!" I yelled angrily. "N... never!" she panted. "Challenge accepted," I said, charging forward and pinning her down to the ground, punching her repeatedly. She screamed, and I could feel her warm blood on my hands. "Yes," I thought.

Then, she pushed me off her and grabbed a phone from someone, ready to throw it at me. My eyes widened, and before I could tell her to put it down, she threw it hard, and it hit me right in the chest. I screamed loudly before backing away until I was pressed against a wall, clutching my chest in pain and groaning.

People stopped yelling, and even Chelsea looked horrified. I touched my chest and felt blood seeping through my clothes. It felt like I couldn't breathe, as if someone had grabbed my heart and twisted it. The next moment, I fell down and passed out, letting the darkness overtake me.