Our week in Paris.

Sucker-punch.

  ~Lexi's P.O.V~ 

        We had to leave the trip early because of Laura and Angel. I still couldn't believe Angel would start a fight like that! I had already talked to Mrs. E about it, she wouldn't expel Angel nor would she send her home early, but she was getting a referral and her and Laura would have to attend counseling when we returned to school. Thank bloody god Mrs. E was nice. We got back to the hotel around six. Angel was still passed out on the bed, Blake had to carry her up to the room. She almost drowned in the water. It was about seven o clock and I had already got dinner, and bought some for Angel, for when she awoke. 

        I scrolled through my newsfeed on Twitter. Two new friend requests... Three notifications... I heard a knock on the door. I whispered, 'Coming!' trying not to wake sleepy Angel. I walked over to the door, not bothering to check the peephole. (What a mistake.) I opened the door and saw a hateful Laura. 

        "Uh- Laura! Wh-what are you doing-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before getting thrown out of my door frame. She pushed me until I was up against the golden colored wall of the hotel hallway. The hall was so silent all you heard was the sound I made when I my fragile body was pushed against the hard wall, knocking the breath out of me. Laura took her left hand and pushed it up to my throat, cutting off my air supply. 

        "Look," She grunted angrily. With her free hand, she pointed to a deep stitched up gash on her forehead I hadn't noticed before. "Thats what your little friend did to me." With every word, I could feel my life slipping away. Her grasp tightened when I attempted to claw her away. I let a hot tear spill down my face. I knew my face was probably purple or some weird color by now. The lights started going dark, I could barley breath by now. 

        Then it hit me. Like an instinct. I wasn't going to let Laura push me around any longer. I gathered all the strength within me, and grasped her wrists. All at once I pushed her off me, with all my might. She staggered backwards, and bounced off the opposite wall. I finally caught my breath; thankful to breathe again. She looked back at me, anger filled her eyes. I thought her look would bore a hole into me. She scrunched her face  up into a hateful sneer, and started charging toward me. 

        With one swift movement, I curled my fingers into a fist, brought back my arm, and just as she reached me, I decked her. I couldn't believe it. I just punched Laura Whichmond. In the face... She threw her face into her hands and  staggered back yet again. She slowly removed her hands from her face, revealing the fresh line of scarlet streaming from her nose. The sight of it only made my adrenaline pump more. 

        "That was for Angel, that was for Blake, but most importantly, that was for me." She looked angry, upset, sad, desperate, hurt, everything. And I wanted her to be, she deserved it! She cocked her head at me.

        "Is that all ya got?" She straightened herself back up, and headed towards me yet again.

        ~Angel's P.O.V~

        I heard a loud bang. The door to our hotel room was open, no Lex to be found. Wait, im in my hotel room? The last thing I could remember was Laura pushing me off the- Oh my bloody god. Laura pushed me off that boat! I stood up, letting dizziness subside and walked to the open door to find the most unpredictable scene you could imagine. There, was Lexi ontop of Laura- Laura Whichmond. She was punching Laura. 

Over and over.

And over..

And over.