The Girly Jock

Chapter 8: When a rivalry fights back

Hey ppl, I finally got down to writing this chapter and I do have to say I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 

Enjoy :D

"I suggest you get out of my way," I state my voice dropping deadly. 

"Or, what?" he asks, eyes widening as he looks down at me mockingly. As soon as the words leave his mouth I pull my hands back and hit him in the chest as hard as I can, nothing. I try again as he takes a step forward, still nothing but this time he wraps his hands around my wrists in a death grip.

"Feisty one, isn't she?" he asks, looking back at the other guy behind me with a soft chuckle.

"I bet," The other guy responds laughing along with the first. This only further fuels my anger as I try with no success to wrench my hands from his grip.

"You have no, idea!" I growl at them. "What the hell do you want?" I ask glaring at the second guy as he just continues to look down at me with a smirk.

"Since you asked so nicely,'"he says rolling his eyes. "You see we're apart of the Victoria ice hawks rival team, and news around town is that they've got a new player." 

"What's your point?" I huff annoyed that by playing with the Ice Haws for one practise has cause this. 

"Wow, there sugarplum. he's getting to that." the first guy says waggling his finger in front of my face. 

"You see, we lost state championships last year to the Ice Hawks. So we figure as the new bee you could pass on as message." He continues glancing beside me to the first guy as they share the same mischievous smirk. "Let's just say, you're a little more. feminine than we we're expecting." At this point if looks could kill they would both be corpses on the ground. However since they can't I have to resort to other tactics.

As soon as I feel the grip on my wrist loosen I yank them from his grip and bring my nae up, making sure to hit him where the sun don't shine. He immediately falls to the ground groaning and holding on to his junk. 

Due to the darkness I don't see the fist coming towards my face before it's to late, by that time I can already feel the sting on my eye as my hands goes up to clutch my face. once I uncover my eye I notice the first second guy as gotten up and is walking towards my. My hands go to block my face from the hit, instead he punches me in the stomach causing all the air to leave me lungs. 

Before I can prepare myself he hits me two more  times than trips me, as my body is sprawled out on the hard gravel path he squats down next to me.

"Don't forget to pass on the message, the "Jet's" are ready this year." He demands. Than he stands up with one last kick to the gut from the second guy and a muttered, "Bitch," before I hear they're laughter fade into the darkness.

Turns out the hard part wasn't walking home with the pain in my ribs, but sneaking into the house unnoticed. Let's just say that in a old house full of creaky floorboards and loose stairs tiptoeing, ya not the greatest idea. 

By the time I make it to my room without being noticed I'm surprised that I even get my pajamas on. The second my head hits the pillow I'm out like a light.

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By the time I hear my alarm clock go off the next morning I feel as if I had just drifted asleep. I realized late at night that my relaxing dream free sleep was short lived when I awoke from a nightmare. Sweat drenching my face and my breathing coming out in short pants.

From then on every time I fell asleep it was the same thing, me seeing Melony and mom in the totalled car. wrapped around that lamp post, mom was calling out for me to save her but  the faster I ran to them the further they drifted from me. Until it was just me crying helplessly on my tear streaked pillow.