The Anon

Chapter 10: Badass Blogger

Chapter 10: Badass Blogger

“I hate him, I hate him!” I muttered through gritted teeth as I walked home in the dark. I know it’s stupid of me to do this, but I needed time to scream at how people are just so screwed up. As I kicked a pebble and wished I had Chester here with me so I could just vent and reblog pictures of Dylan O’brien, a car pulled up near me and stopped. I looked back and stopped as well, which was the most idiotic thing to do in my opinion.

“Did it hurt?” asked a male voice asked from the darkness of the night. I squinted and saw a bulky figure emerge with a couple of other bulky figures surrounding him. The gym is the other way.

“What?” I asked forgetting the initial question the person asked.

“Did it hurt?” he repeated as he continued walking towards me.

“Did what hurt?” I asked. Ugh, people and their grammar.

“When you fell from heaven.” the man smirked in the darkness and then stepped into the light of the streetlight. My jaw dropped. Standing in front of me was Jake from the fight with Chase at the Shack. Charlotte! “Don’t talk to strangers” does that ring a fucking bell?! I thought to myself. I felt like one of those stupid heroines in that movie that do the opposite of whatever the audience wants.   

“Wh-hat do you w-want, Jake?” I stuttered out as he continued to step closer. Hasn’t he heard of personal space?

“You. I don’t stop, until I get what I want.” He leaned in a whispered. A shuddered in disgust and held back from gagging.

“Well, you can’t have me.” I said with my “I will sass you so don’t try me” voice, as I crossed my arms over my chest like a two-year-old.

“And why is that?” he countered and his friends laughed. They were all dressed like wanna be Justin Biebers, with their snapbacks and way too low pants.

“Because.. because I’m socially awkward, and no one wants to hook up with someone awkward. I mean how awkward would that be?” I sputtered out. This was the best excuse I could come up with and I thought it would actually work, until Jake stepped forward and there was literally no space between us. I racked my brain thinking what Britton taught me, if I was stuck in a situation with 5 wanna be Justin Biebers and possibly a male model that actually illegally street races and also break my face. Calm down, Char. Take deep breathes. No, not like you’re about to die kind of deep breathes. Okay, here’s the plan, knock him off his feet and kick him where the sun don’t shine. I had closed my eyes and concocted my brilliant plan, but now Jake was breathing down my neck. Opening my eyes and not taking a second thought of what I was doing, I swung my legs behind Jake as he lost balance and fell back. Then I brought my foot down on his almost non-existent manhood. He groaned out in pain and I knew plan Kick ass Charlotte had worked. Looking up, Jake’s 5 friends were in shock and they started backing up and soon full on sprinted away from me.

“Yeah! That’s right! I’m not going to be one of those fucking damsels in distress.” I yelled as they continued to run. Wow, I feel pretty badass right now. Sighing, I turned back to Jake, who was still on the ground. Stepping over his body, I started to continue my walk home when another car appeared next to me. I threw my hands in the air out of exasperation. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. The car window rolled down. Inside was was not another set of Jake’s friend but Chase. He leaned closer to the window and saw Jake sprawled behind me. His jaw dropped and was about to ask me a question when I opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Closing the door behind me, I sat with my arms folded across my chest. Chase nodded his head and put the car in drive.